After a while.
Qin Yue gently grasped the application form Tang Yang had pressed against her chest. As she slowly pulled it out, she said, “Take a good rest this weekend. We’ll talk about it next week. There’s still more than half a month until the deadline.”
Tang Yang responded very softly, “Mm…”
Qin Yue joked, “Since getting closer to you, I’ve started working seriously. Shall we both take a break this weekend?”
Tang Yang was still lost in thought, “Mm…”
Seeing her like this, Qin Yue’s eyes sparkled.
Qin Yue licked the corner of her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Cheng Siran has a gathering later. Jiang Shiyan should be coming to pick you up, right?”
Tang Yang looked puzzled.
Qin Yue leaned towards Tang Yang, supporting herself on the chair’s backrest. “What if,” Qin Yue raised an eyebrow mischievously, her slender white hand slowly covering Tang Yang’s neck, “I leave a hickey on your neck? Wouldn’t Jiang Shiyan be furious when he sees it…?”
How come there’s a big dog Jiang at home and an old rogue in the office?
Tang Yang swiftly brushed away Qin Yue’s mischievous hand and stood up from the chair with great vigor. “Qin Daxia, are you asking for a beating?!” Her threatening voice was still soft and gentle.
Qin Yue looked at Tang Yang’s blushing face, finding her utterly adorable even as a woman herself.
Qin Yue took a step back and beckoned to Tang Yang, “Come on, hit me, hit me.”
Tang Yang pretended to strike her, and Qin Yue dodged repeatedly.
The two of them, in their high heels, chased each other around the office desk. After a few rounds, Tang Yang forgot about the shocking thunder on the horizon, and her tense nerves gradually relaxed.
Qin Yue also breathed a sigh of relief.
The Huishang Building was on the west side of the Liu River, where it was pouring rain.
Jiang Shiyan drove the car across the river bridge. The evening in Jiangdong was dry and scorching hot.
The place where Cheng Siran was treating them was a private club that strictly enforced a membership system. Each floor had one hall, ensuring excellent privacy and security.
Qin Yue had to go to the kindergarten to pick up her sister Qin Jiao’s child after work. She told Tang Yang to wait for her in the lobby so they could go up together. Naturally, Jiang Shiyan accompanied Tang Yang, and the two sat casually in the lounge playing games.
Tang Yang kept calling out, “Jiang Shiyan, I want this place… Jiang Shiyan, retreat, retreat… The person I knocked down, leave the kill for me.”
Jiang Shiyan mercilessly stole the kill, “Who are you calling “Papa”’?”
Tang Yang had learned to call herself “Papa” from Qin Yue, and she knew it wasn’t a good way to address oneself. She touched Jiang Shiyan’s ear, “Alright, alright, leave the kill for this baby…”
As Tang Yang spoke, her voice trailed off.
There was a decorative crystal curtain in front of the lounge. Through the small crystal pieces, Tang Yang saw several Huishang executives—including Zhou Zisheng—entering with the Jiujiang executives.
The doorman seemed to be used to seeing them gather together, handing out wet wipes to each of them to wipe their sweat and hands.
Then, they walked towards the elevator.
Wei Changqiu was surrounded by the group in the middle, with Zhou Mo on his left and Zhou Zisheng on his right, and then…
One, two, three.
Tang Yang’s eyes followed them.
Three out of four vice presidents of Huishang’s A City branch were there, along with the head of the Risk Control Department, the head of the Loan Department, and others.
There were five people from Jiujiang Real Estate including Zhou Mo, and six from Huishang.
Last time.
Tang Yang quickly recalled—the last time she and Gan Yiming had that confrontation in the office, Wei Changqiu was present, and Zhou Zisheng and other executives were there too. But at that time, it seemed like the Huishang executives and Wei Changqiu just had a work-related intersection. How come they’ve become so familiar that they can enter a private club together in such a short time?
Or perhaps…
Tang Yang’s gaze froze slightly. Perhaps the executives and Wei Changqiu had been familiar for a long time, but they just put on an act in the workplace. Zhou Zisheng didn’t have the habit of working overtime on Fridays, nor did the other presidents. Looking at it this way, do they come here every Friday?
There were six elevators in the lobby, so there was no waiting.
Wei Changqiu extended his hand to Zhou Zisheng, “Please, after you.”
Zhou Zisheng was equally courteous, “Please, you first.”
Zhou Mo stood nearby, blocking the elevator sensor. Wei Changqiu nodded and naturally stepped in.
Tang Yang had already quit the game and was repeatedly tapping the plus sign below her phone’s camera to zoom in, focus, and take burst shots.
Jiang Shiyan had his back to the outside and couldn’t see what was happening. With one ear plugged into an earphone, he couldn’t make out the voices of the Huishang executives either.
“What’s wrong, Yangyang?” Jiang Shiyan asked only after Tang Yang put down her phone.
“If the photos are very blurry, can they be restored and compared to identify the real people?” Tang Yang asked.
It seemed many celebrity gossip bloggers did it this way.
Jiang Shiyan nodded, not quite understanding, “So, who just walked by…”
Tang Yang showed her phone to Jiang Shiyan. Jiang Shiyan’s hand hovered at the edge of Tang Yang’s phone. Tang Yang glanced towards the elevator, and Zhou Zisheng stood inside. Their gazes seemed to collide across a vast distance. Tang Yang turned and buried herself in Jiang Shiyan’s arms.
In the elevator, Wei Changqiu turned his head, “What was President Zhou looking at?”
“Nothing,” Zhou Zisheng shook his head.
The elevator doors slowly closed.
The club’s exterior resembled an ancient Roman castle, with pedestals and spires. The beige paint accentuated its solemn style.
Inside the club, some floors were filled with the clinking of glasses, some with people howling into microphones, and others playing sultry tunes from the 90s. Cigarette smoke lingered, and the sound of mahjong tiles clacking rose and fell.
Zhou Zisheng and the Jiujiang people formed two card tables. The Jiujiang people happily lost money, while the Huishang executives calmly won.
Sometimes, even when the Jiujiang executives had a winning hand, they would deliberately play it out, creating an excellent card game experience for the Huishang executives.
Each of the Huishang executives had an ordinary empty milk carton beside them, with stacks of pink banknotes flowing into the cartons like water after each round.
After several rounds, Zhou Zisheng was the first to fill his box. Zhou Mo skillfully sealed the milk carton with clear tape and placed it on the storage rack by the door.
For confidentiality reasons, each floor of the club had two halls: a main hall and a side hall for resting. Neither hall had windows on the main walls; only the two double-occupancy bathrooms each had a window.
Zhou Zisheng was getting a bit tired. Each card table had substitutes, so he called a Jiujiang executive to take his place and then went to the main hall’s bathroom.
The bathroom was occupied, so Zhou Zisheng went to the empty side hall bathroom and lit a cigarette by the window.
Below were sparse neon lights, with occasional cars passing by. It was as if a faint barrier had grown on Zhou Zisheng’s back, separating him from the “Pure One Suit” and “Kong on Flower” behind him, representing various numbers.
He squinted, revealing frown lines, and the smoke rings he exhaled covered the emotions on his face.
A few minutes later.
Someone came in, used the toilet, then washed their hands.
The person had a habit of first running the water for five seconds, then rhythmically pressing the soap dispenser three times, rubbing their hands six times, and rinsing thoroughly.
Without turning around, Zhou Zisheng spoke softly, “Tang Yang has the idea of thoroughly investigating Jiujiang. She told me there were discrepancies in the financing details, but she’s been going out frequently lately.” Zhou Zisheng took a drag on his cigarette. “I’ll leave early in a bit. See how you want to tell Wei Changqiu.”
Zhou Mo lowered his hands and walked to Zhou Zisheng’s side, his voice laced with sarcasm, “If you want credit, you should tell him yourself.”
Zhou Zisheng turned around and saw that the door between the bathroom and the side hall was tightly closed.
He held his hand out the window, facing Zhou Mo, “Mo,” Zhou Zisheng called to him, speaking earnestly, “Tang Yang is not Qin Yue, nor is she Fan Linlang. She has ambition and is very clever. What’s most frightening is that she comes from a good background, received a good education, and has a good nature. Whatever she wants to do, she will do it. Even if I block her on my end—I rejected her application to investigate Jiujiang’s internal network—she will find other ways.”
“Mo,” Zhou Zisheng called him for the second time, “I thought you understood caution.”
Zhou Mo looked directly into Zhou Zisheng’s deep gaze and sneered, “I thought after what happened to Shanshan, you would have some inclination towards goodness.”
This name was too taboo.
Zhou Zisheng was silent for a good while. “It’s been so long,” he seemed helpless, “I thought you would have moved on by now, and should forget—”
“Forget?” Zhou Mo heard it as if it were the biggest joke. He said, “Why should I forget? What right do I have to forget?!” He raised his voice, his gaze turning icy as he stepped towards Zhou Zisheng.
With each step closer, the smile on his lips grew colder: “Shanshan is like a sword, constantly hanging over my head,” Zhou Mo lowered his voice again, each word hitting Zhou Zisheng’s face, “I have to remind myself every moment that it was my uncle who killed Xu Shanshan, it was my uncle who killed 22-year-old Xu Shanshan, it was my uncle who drove Xu Shanshan—who had just received an offer, had a bright future, and had an especially beautiful smile—” Zhou Mo’s smile froze as he gritted his teeth, “step by step to the edge…”
The spark burned to the cigarette butt, struggling painfully.
Zhou Zisheng didn’t move, nor did he speak.
“Oh, right,” Zhou Mo seemed to remember something. His face was very close to Zhou Zisheng’s, his eyes focusing an extremely sharp gaze, “Don’t you think Tang Yang’s smile is a bit like Shanshan’s? Do you think of Shanshan when you see Tang Yang?” Zhou Mo sneered, “Do you know what Shanshan told me on her first day at Huishang? She said she thought my uncle was so impressive. She said it with a smile. Do you know when she left—”
Zhou Mo’s entire face twisted in pain.
He wanted to cut Zhou Zisheng into a thousand pieces; he thought about it madly every day and night. But now, thinking of Shanshan’s last moments, he could only turn red-eyed, his voice failing him.
Zhou Zisheng slowly closed his eyes.
Zhou Mo shook his head and laughed.
Zhou Zisheng’s throat swallowed with difficulty.
The wind rustled outside the window.
The silence between the two men was like a knife, cutting into their hearts with each passing second.
After a long while.
Zhou Mo spoke in a low voice like a man with nothing to lose, “What’s the matter? Go tell Wei Changqiu, go on, tell him that Xu Shanshan is my—”
“Mo, calm down a bit.” Zhou Zisheng slowly opened his eyes.
Zhou Mo: “I am very calm—”
“Knock, knock,” two knocks on the door sounded.
Both men turned their heads.
A Jiujiang executive came in. He walked to the stall marked “Men,” didn’t close the door, and while unzipping his pants, asked Zhou Zisheng, “Were there any problems with the final verification? We’ve tried to schedule with Director Tang several times, but Zhou’s assistant always says she’s busy. She’s quite the busy person.”
Zhou Mo didn’t say anything.
Zhou Zisheng didn’t mention Tang Yang’s intention to thoroughly investigate Jiujiang, and said calmly, “No problems. Let’s wait until the end of July.”
“Mm,” the executive squinted his eyes and hummed a little tune, then zipped up his pants, “Were you two arguing just now? I vaguely heard some commotion.”
Zhou Zisheng wore an elder’s smile: “I was telling him how I used to manage him in high school. Every time he went to an internet cafe, I’d dock his allowance for a day.”
The Jiujiang executive said, “But the more you control them, the more rebellious kids become. My son is also in his first year of high school, and he never listens to anything I say.”
Zhou Zisheng: “Kids nowadays have better conditions than before, and more things to play with.”
“That’s true…”
Zhou Zisheng chatted with the executive for quite a while. The executive noticed the cigarette butt between Zhou Zisheng’s fingers and nodded, “Well, President Zhou, take your time smoking. Assistant Zhou, catch up with your uncle.” With that, he left, considerately closing the door for the two of them.
Zhou Mo looked at Zhou Zisheng, and after a few seconds, he also left.
There was a drinking water station at the bathroom entrance for the cleaning staff to use or drink from, with several sterilized glass cups stacked on top of the water purifier.
Zhou Mo took one and filled it to the brim with water. Facing Zhou Zisheng, he drank it all in one go.
The club’s bathrooms were all gilded and inlaid with silver. Zhou Zisheng also looked at Zhou Mo, his eyes seeming to hold a sadness and sorrow that was at odds with the surroundings.
Zhou Mo didn’t notice or didn’t want to notice.
He raised the empty glass cup, staring directly at Zhou Zisheng.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Zhou Zisheng looked at Zhou Mo, his gaze benevolent.
Zhou Mo simply let go.
With a crisp “crash,” the glass shattered.
Meanwhile, on the floor above.
A group of people surrounded Cheng Siran. He used tweezers to hold a piece of ice, suspending it over a wide-mouthed glass containing an ice-water mixture. Everyone watched intently as Cheng Siran released his fingers, dropping the ice into the glass. Suddenly, a foot-high flame burst from the glass’s mouth.
Everyone’s eyes widened, exclaiming “Holy shit!” repeatedly: “What’s going on?”
Cheng Siran had a wide circle of friends. Qin Jiao’s husband was a chemistry teacher, so everyone looked to him. He pushed up his glasses and said seriously, “If this were a glass of ordinary ice water and an ordinary ice cube was dropped in, it definitely wouldn’t catch fire. Ice and water have the same boiling point, 100 degrees Celsius, so what’s inside isn’t an ice-water mixture, but a flammable substance that looks like an ice-water mixture.”
Everyone nodded in agreement, including Cheng Siran.
Qin Jiao’s husband continued, “There are many flammable liquids, common ones like ethanol, [redacted]… So it’s possible that something ice-like on the tweezers caused a chemical reaction when dropped in, releasing heat…”
Qin Jiao’s husband went on at length, even deriving an extremely rigorous and complex reaction equation.
The men and women present applauded, and Cheng Siran joined in.
As the applause died down, Cheng Siran picked up the tweezers again. This time, he didn’t hide his hand, pressing a switch at the top of the crossed tweezers with his thumb. The tweezers closed, spewing fire. He released his hand, and the fire went out. He closed them again, more fire, then released, and the fire went out.
Everyone’s jaws nearly hit the floor.
Cheng Siran explained, holding back laughter: “These are prop tweezers from the theater, used for magic tricks…”
Everyone laughed and cursed Cheng Siran for being shameless, while Qin Jiao’s husband looked bewildered.
Qin Jiao grabbed a pillow and swung it at Cheng Siran, who yelped “Ouch!” and ducked away.
Everyone chatted and laughed, breaking into groups. The private room was filled with the warm scent of fruity soda and alcohol, boisterous and lively.
Cheng Siran had organized this gathering with a purpose.
After a few rounds, everyone gathered again to play Truth or Drink.
The rules were simple. Before each round, the previous dealer would roll the dice. If the number was four or higher, they’d continue as a dealer. If it was three or lower, the person that many seats to the left would become the dealer. The dealer would ask a question, those who had done it would drink, and those who hadn’t could choose. The wine wasn’t strong. Cheng Siran, as the host, was the first dealer. While opening a bottle, he declared, “Nothing will go wrong, no one will drink themselves to death. If anyone does,” he chuckled, “I’ve bought insurance for all of you, with Cheng Siran as the beneficiary.”
Tang Yang sat next to Jiang Shiyan and whispered seriously, “I bought insurance for myself with you as the beneficiary. What would you do with that money?” Jiang Shiyan liked money and liked Tang Yang; this question had a hint of vying for favor.
Jiang Shiyan hugged her close and tapped her nose playfully, smiling, “Buy your peace and happiness.”
Jiang Shiyan had drunk a bit earlier and was slightly flushed. His eyes were like peach blossoms, but those bright peach blossom eyes only saw Tang Yang.
In the warm, ambiguous light, Tang Yang’s heart fluttered at his beauty. She blushed and softly agreed.
The two were low-key.
Cheng Siran, who was nearby, overheard but didn’t feel envious. He inwardly clicked his tongue, thinking that Yan-dog would soon know what it meant to be truly envious.
Everyone here was an old friend.
Cheng Siran’s questions were steep, but no one held back.
Cheng Siran asked the first question: “Have you ever eaten shit? Not as an insult, but literally. Solid or liquid, it counts.”
No one reacted, but Feng Weiran weakly raised his hand: “When I was little, my parents were busy and locked me alone at home to crawl around and play. One day they came back from closing the shop and found I had pooped on the floor. I was too hungry and didn’t know any better, so I used my hands to eat the poop. When my mom came back and saw me covered in it, with it smeared on my mouth,” Feng Weiran looked exhausted, “her first reaction wasn’t to pick me up and wash me, but to call my dad to take photos. And for the next few years, during holidays, whenever relatives or friends came to our house, my mom would introduce me, saying, ‘My son was amazing, he ate his poop at one and a half years old, so cute…'”
Everyone burst into laughter. Jiang Yanan almost cried from laughing so hard: “I swear, at first I thought he was talking about eating cheese or something, but then his mom just blurted out that Feng Weiran was so cute as a child…”
In the second round, Cheng Siran was the dealer again.
He posed the question: “Have you ever farted in front of your crush?”
Almost all the cohabiting and married men had excellent survival instincts, gazing lovingly at the women beside them and raising their glasses for Cheng Siran to refill.
Cheng Siran poured unenthusiastically, casually saying, “In college, I pursued a beauty from the neighboring Industrial Management department. A tall figure, fair skin, and an incredibly beautiful face, the kind that seemed otherworldly. Like what Xu Zhimo wrote, ‘Most cherished is that gentle bow of the head,’ or ‘the shy water lily,’ that was her in person.”
Everyone’s curiosity was piqued.
Cheng Siran continued, “At the time, I thought about her day and night, sent gifts for a whole month, and finally got her to go out with me. We went for grilled fish, and in the evening, I walked her back to her dorm. The moonlight was beautiful, with a gentle breeze, that kind of atmosphere. I was carefully considering how to confess, reaching out to touch her hand, when she made several ‘uh’ sounds, probably couldn’t hold it in, and let out a series of farts.”
Even now, remembering the scene, Cheng Siran’s nose twitched. “I know that eating, drinking, and bodily functions are normal human things, I should accept it. But those farts had a strong garlic smell that nearly made me faint. The goddess asked me what I wanted to say, but I really couldn’t take it anymore, so I asked her if she wanted to apply for a gym membership…”
Jiang Shiyan kicked him on behalf of everyone: “Shallow.”
Everyone laughed uncontrollably.
The questions in the third and fourth rounds were quite pointed.
In the fifth round, it was Cheng Siran again.
He asked: “Have you ever cried because of love?”
Why suddenly so gentle?
Everyone was surprised.
The women frankly raised their glasses, including Tang Yang.
Quite a few men did too.
Qin Jiao’s husband spoke, his eyes reddening: “When Jiaojiao was first pregnant, we were inexperienced and didn’t pay attention. She was too busy and tired and accidentally miscarried. It happened suddenly one morning, blood everywhere.”
Feng Weiran also poured himself a full glass: “It was in my senior year. A startup project I had put a lot of heart and effort into almost failed. I angrily said I was quitting, and Yanan slapped me.”
“…”
It was Jiang Shiyan’s turn.
Jiang Shiyan held his wine glass, hesitating: “Half a glass, maybe.”
Cheng Siran: “How can it be half a glass? Even Feng Weiran and the others filled theirs.”
Jiang Shiyan suddenly had a bad feeling: “This…”
Sure enough, the next second.
Cheng Siran, while continuously pouring wine for Jiang Shiyan, said in a seemingly casual tone: “Let me tell you about Yan-dog, let me tell you,” Cheng Siran made a couple of “ya ya” sounds, “It seems like last week when Yang-Jie went out to eat with someone else, Yan-dog called me, crying on the phone.”
Jiang Shiyan’s chest tightened.
Last week, when Tang Yang caught him crying in the car, and after their argument turned them into exes, Tang Yang asked him in bed how many times he had cried.
At that time, Jiang Shiyan was feeling physically and mentally relaxed, but his damned male chauvinism and self-esteem acted up simultaneously, and he inexplicably said it was just this once.
Tang Yang hugged him, holding back laughter: “No wonder you cried out loud, you were so heartbroken.”
Jiang Shiyan, stroking his little girlfriend’s soft, smooth back, said proudly: “Isn’t it normal to cry out a little? Don’t all those ‘sobs and sniffles’ have the word ‘cry’ in them!”
Now, with Cheng Siran saying this, it was like hanging a sign on Jiang Shiyan’s chest that read “I lied to my Yangyang.”
Tang Yang turned to the side, blinking her large, bright black eyes at Jiang Shiyan.
Jiang Shiyan’s gaze wandered, at a loss.
To make matters worse, Cheng Siran continued: “And he wasn’t just crying pitifully, he was howling and cursing the other person as a bitch, saying things like ‘Doesn’t Yangyang love me?’ ‘Why does that bitch get to go out for dinner just because she’s asked?’ calling the person a bitch and a slut. Oh boy, it was a real tearjerker.”
Pretending not to see Jiang Shiyan’s threatening gaze, Cheng Siran vividly described, “Towards the end, our Mr. Jiang was sobbing like a little wife. If I’m not deaf, I think Mr. Jiang even blew a loud snot bubble!”
No one wanted to laugh, after all, Jiang Shiyan was a second-generation rich and first-generation entrepreneur, a big shot in their circle.
But when Tang Yang let out a “pfft,” how could the others hold back?
Jiang Shiyan felt like he had a lump stuck in his chest.
He pointed at Cheng Siran: “You, you, you.”
Cheng Siran shook his head smugly: “Me, me, me, what about me?” As he spoke, Cheng Siran even raised his hands with his fingers curled like orchid petals, imitating Jiang Shiyan, “Boo-hoo-hoo, I really can’t take it anymore, boo-hoo-hoo, why, why, why…”
Jiang Shiyan was thick-skinned and liked to take the initiative to be unreasonable.
After the initial shock of being betrayed, towards the end, every time Cheng Siran imitated his crying, he would laugh.
By the end of his imitation, Cheng Siran was silenced by the smile on Yan-dog’s lips.
Jiang Shiyan smiled at him: “At least I have my Yangyang, at least I have a girlfriend to cry for. What about you?” Jiang Shiyan put on an innocent expression, “Do you have a girlfriend? Do you have someone you can cry for? Do you know what it feels like to shed tears for love?”
Wasn’t he just a coward?
How did it turn into… shedding tears for love?!
Cheng Siran was dumbfounded.
Tang Yang’s lips curled into a smile, her tone serious: “Cheng Siran, let me punish him for you!”
Yang-Jie was a steady person. In front of so many people, if she said she would do something, she definitely would. Cheng Siran had a strong desire for revenge. He wanted to expose Yan-dog’s embarrassing moment in front of everyone. If Yang-jie could pull Yan-dog’s ears or give him a beating, he thought he and the onlookers would be very satisfied.
“Okay.” Cheng Siran inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
Tang Yang leaned over to the coffee table, picked up a piece of watermelon with a fork, and fed it to Jiang Shiyan’s mouth, chiding him: “That’ll teach you to speak properly, that’ll teach you to speak properly. I’m shutting your mouth for Cheng Siran.”
It seems girls are easily moved by small gestures.
Earlier downstairs, when Tang Yang showed Jiang Shiyan the photos she had secretly taken, of course, she was also looking at the screen. Jiang Shiyan naturally put his hand at the edge of the screen to block the glare for her, a small, instinctive gesture that neither of them noticed at the time. Tang Yang belatedly realized it, and that hand of Jiang Shiyan’s was so sweet that… she wanted to give him her heart.
Jiang Shiyan indulgently allowed her to feed him. After she finished, he held her hand and kissed the back of it with a growing smile.
Tang Yang blushed and pushed Jiang Shiyan.
Jiang Shiyan deliberately misunderstood Tang Yang’s intention and clung to her hand shamelessly, saying, “Come on, hit harder.”
“Alright then.” Tang Yang agreed promptly.
Jiang Shiyan flopped onto the sofa, closing his eyes in a romantic pose as if ready to die under peonies.
Tang Yang propped her hand on his chest, looking left and right. Seeing some people playing with their phones and others watching them, her cheeks flushed bright red, but she still couldn’t resist slightly raising herself and giving Jiang Shiyan a light kiss.
Like a feather, barely touching before leaving.
Jiang Shiyan suddenly opened his eyes. Tang Yang, filled with shyness, lowered her head to play with her phone, her ears red.
Jiang Shiyan’s teeth itched from the tease, and he possessively pulled Tang Yang into his arms.
Letting others see Yangyang’s shy appearance was impossible.
This ungrateful girl was just taking advantage of the fact that he wouldn’t dare do anything to her in public…
Jiang Shiyan bit Tang Yang’s ear and whispered “Do it,” while Tang Yang nestled in Jiang Shiyan’s arms, pushing him away half-heartedly.
Although their interaction was similar to the other couples, in Cheng Siran’s imagination, shouldn’t everyone be laughing at Yan-dog together? Isn’t joy shared joy doubled? How did the two of them suddenly…
Cheng Siran’s eyes widened, and he seemed to hear Yan-dog tease Yang-jie with a soft endearment.
Good husband???
Shen Chuan waited a while for the next round and looked up: “Shall we continue?”
Cheng Siran felt as if he had drunk a ton of fake alcohol, stumbling to his feet while holding his head: “I need to go to the bathroom to cool off.”