The violinist approached in a black tailcoat.

He bowed gracefully to the quartet before drawing his bow across the strings.

A melodious tune flowed like a clear spring.

Ethan Sullivan arched an eyebrow—it was "Salut d'Amour."

His gaze flickered toward Victor Sullivan.

The silver-haired patriarch had gone all out tonight—fresh dye job, new outfit, even handpicking the music.

Audrey Sullivan's lips curled. "Your doing?"

"Like it?" Victor asked eagerly.

"Next time play 'Get Lost, Scumbag.'"

"That's a real piece?"

Audrey's crimson lips tilted. "I'll compose it tonight."

Victor considered this seriously. "'Wolf Man' would suit me better."

The violinist's hand faltered, nearly ruining the performance.

Sophia Laurent suppressed laughter until her cheeks burned, excusing herself to the restroom.

Ethan followed moments later.

They returned ten minutes later as waiters presented the wine.

Victor poured the ruby liquid himself. "Your favorite Romanée-Conti."

Audrey pushed the glass away. "I need to review the accounts."

"I'll assist."

"So you can steal my shares?"

Victor's chest tightened.

"Everything I earn is for our family," he murmured.

Audrey scoffed. "Including your five children?"

Silence.

He wordlessly cut her steak and slid the plate forward.

After a few bites, Audrey rose to leave.

Victor deflated like a punctured balloon, his tie askew.

At checkout, he grabbed Ethan's sleeve. "Do I look ridiculous in this?"

"Eighteen at most," Ethan lied.

"Will your mother think I'm too old?"

"Try younger attire."

Victor immediately sent his driver for designer jeans and white sneakers.

He preened before the mirror.

"Ten years younger," the driver fibbed.

Clutching roses, Victor waited by the car.

Autumn winds couldn't cool his racing pulse.

When Audrey approached, she frowned at the denim-clad figure. "Yes?"

Victor turned, removing his sunglasses.

Audrey massaged her temples. "Should I call Bellevue?"

She dialed Ethan. "Control your father!"

Ethan chuckled. "Old houses burn brightest when they catch fire."

"I want a divorce."

"He's rather endearing."

Audrey hung up.

In their bedroom, Sophia collapsed in giggles. "Your father's a comedian now."

Ethan caught her chin. "Says my little temptress."

Her fingers loosened his robe. "These abs..."

"The doctor said—"

"Scientific conception starts tomorrow." Sophia winked. "Tonight we celebrate."

Ethan pinned her beneath him. "My contradictory siren."

Night deepened, painting the room in passion's hues.

(Note: Translated with careful attention to cultural localization—replacing Chinese-specific references like "Bellevue" for psychiatric hospitals while maintaining the original's humor and emotional beats. The prose uses short, impactful sentences suitable for mobile reading while preserving literary quality.)