From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 55: Echoes of the Xia Bloodline: Sian’s White Hair Awakens Memories

Sian had spent another peaceful and pleasant week with Lan Qisheng. Unfortunately, today was destined to be anything but quiet. Uninvited guests had arrived at the door—yes, the same ones who had been thrown out last time, but now accompanied by two additional members.

The newcomers were an older couple. Well, not exactly "old," as both of them appeared youthful and well-maintained, clearly taking good care of their physiques. The woman had brown eyes and strikingly beautiful white hair—pure and untouched by age, making it evident that this was a natural trait rather than a result of ageing. It was likely a hereditary characteristic. Meanwhile, the man had black hair and equally dark eyes, but his appearance was no less captivating than the woman’s.

These were Mr and Mrs Xia, the parents of Xia Ziming and Xia Weilian, as well as Bai Yushi, the Xia family’s adopted son.

After learning about what their "wonderful" son had done—how he had attacked someone close to Lan Qisheng—they had come to apologize. Not because the Lan family was a powerful, long-standing military clan with influence in various industries and strong political connections, but because the two families had been friends for generations. Lan Qisheng, despite his young age, was regarded as an elder figure by the children of both families. Mr and Mrs Xia did not want their friendship to be affected by their foolish son’s recklessness.

After welcoming the guests, Lan Qisheng asked the housekeeper to prepare some light refreshments, as it was not yet time for dinner. As for why there was a housekeeper in the first place? Well, credit for that went to a certain squirrel who had grown tired of Lan Qisheng’s "ordinary" food and wanted to try various dishes from different cuisines. However, he was far too lazy to go to restaurants himself, which led to the current situation—a dedicated housekeeper who prepared meals for them and left for her home every evening. After all, a certain someone would never allow outsiders to linger in the private world he shared with his beloved.

"How have you been, Qisheng? Have your injuries healed since the incident?" Mr. Xia asked. He was dressed in a sharp grey suit—clearly from an expensive brand.

"I’m fine, Uncle. They were just minor injuries and healed quickly without leaving a trace. How have you and Auntie been? I apologize for not visiting you for a while—I’ve been a little busy lately."

If Grandfather Lan heard this, he would explode with anger. Busy? Busy my ass.

What nonsense! This brat barely worked half a day before running back home like a lovesick fool.

After a few more pleasantries, Lan Qisheng and Mr. Xia engaged in discussions about various political and cultural matters. Don’t be fooled by Lan Qisheng’s military career—he was also the hidden CEO of several companies under the Lan family’s control. Otherwise, how else could he own multiple villas and rare luxury cars and casually hand Sian a bank card with millions on it?—a card Sian would later regret not using.

Of course, his role as CEO was kept a secret. Officially, the company was said to be led by an anonymous member of the Lan family, as revealing his identity was impractical. Being a soldier engaged in classified operations, he couldn’t just show his face on camera whenever he pleased. However, after the recent live broadcast, that secrecy was no longer effective. Grandfather Lan was now seriously considering revealing his grandson’s identity as the company’s CEO—not out of love for his grandson, but as a publicity stunt to attract new recruits to his military forces.

After a while, Mrs. Xia finally addressed the real reason for their visit.

"Qisheng, dear, Auntie knows that Ziming did something wrong to your friend, and we’ve come to apologize on his behalf. Please don’t take it to heart. After all, we are like family."

"Auntie, there’s no need for you to apologize. Ziming is a grown man, and his actions and mistakes are his own. Besides, my friend hit him too, so we can consider the matter settled."

Upon hearing this, Ziming clenched his teeth in anger. If it weren’t for his father’s fury and his mother’s tearful insistence, he never would have come today.

He had been humiliated—beaten by a mere teenager. A celebrity, no less.

The family had since learned of Sián’s identity. They hadn’t recognized him before because, at the time of the incident, they had all been out of the country. Mr. Xia and his eldest son had been in another city for an important business deal, Mrs. Xia had been visiting relatives, and as for Ziming... well, no one expected him to care about things like live broadcasts. Obsessed with training, he had done nothing but train and sleep throughout the week of the incident.

As for their precious adopted son... no one knew whether he had been aware of it or not.

After clearing up the misunderstanding, the atmosphere in the room visibly relaxed, and soon, the living room was filled with cheerful conversation and laughter.

Meanwhile, the sleeping prince finally awoke.

Having spent the entire night watching a crime series he had found intriguing, Sian had slept in until almost dinner time.

He descended the stairs, rubbing his eyes as he listened to the noise coming from below. Then, in a drowsy, irritated tone, he muttered, "Lan Qisheng, what the hell is all this noise? What are you even doing at this hour?"

At the sound of his voice, every person in the room turned their heads in perfect synchronization toward the staircase.

Mrs Xia gasped the moment her eyes landed on the young man descending the stairs, still rubbing his eyes.

It wasn’t just her. Everyone else in the room had wide, stunned expressions.

The reason was simple.

The teenager was undeniably beautiful, but what truly caught their attention was his striking white hair—pure and luminous, flowing effortlessly in the air.

It was identical to Mrs Xia’s own shimmering white locks.

The exact same shade.

One glance was enough to tell that this was no artificial dye. This was his natural hair colour.

Mrs. Xia abruptly rose from her seat and stepped in the direction of the young man.

Before him, he gradually lowered his hand from his eyes, revealing a pair of slightly reddened irises. Yet nothing could ever take away the glint of those golden-amber eyes.

This was when Mrs Xia’s hand trembled as she reached out, gently cupping his face.

And then, like an unstoppable waterfall, tears gushed down her cheeks.

After a few seconds, between sobs, she finally managed to say a name.

"...Qinger!"

...To be continued.