Feng Yi turned his head and felt the atmosphere was sowhat unusual.
His puzzled gaze drifted over the two people seated on the sofa, one playing on their phone with their head down, the other staring blankly at the cup in their hand.
The silence endlessly stretched on, as if ti had co to a standstill.
"What’s going on with you two?" Feng Yi touched Jiang Yisheng’s shoulder, "It’s like you don’t even know each other."
In an instant, the surroundings fell into a hush.
Ji Mingqian’s hand slipped, and the word "Ga Over" popped up on his ga screen.
As he watched the vibe grow colder, Feng Yi continued, "Asheng, why aren’t you talking?"
Jiang Yisheng’s eyes and brows drooped as he shoved the cup back into Feng Yi’s hands, "Yi, I’m going back first. You guys have fun."
With that, he grabbed his coat and stood up to leave.
Feng Yi blinked, sowhat unable to comprehend.
Why was he suddenly leaving?
By the ti Feng Yi snapped back to reality, Jiang Yisheng was already at the door.
He took a quick step and grabbed Jiang Yisheng’s arm, "Asheng, why the rush?"
Jiang Yisheng’s lips barely curved into a smile, "I’m a bit sleepy, let’s et another day."
Feng Yi pulled him back, "We rarely get to hang out. Stay a bit longer."
Jiang Yisheng felt helpless, his gaze briefly passed over the person opposite him. The man was coldly looking at his phone, his detached deanor like a dagger piercing sharply into Jiang Yisheng’s chest.
The delayed sharp pain filled his chest, making it impossible for Jiang Yisheng to take another step.
After tugging a couple of tis to no avail, Feng Yi turned to look back at him.
Jiang Yisheng’s slightly pale face alard Feng Yi, "Asheng, what’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Yisheng shook off his hand, forcing a grin, "It’s nothing. I’ll go back and rest."
Seeing that he was adamant about leaving, Feng Yi had no choice but to let it go, "Then you can take my car back."
With that, he picked up the car keys from the table and handed them to him.
Jiang Yisheng took the car keys without a mont’s hesitation and decisively turned around to leave.
As footsteps receded, Ji Mingqian lifted his head towards the doorway, no trace of Jiang Yisheng anymore.
He put down his phone, expecting to feel relief, but inexplicably, the joy wasn’t forthcoming.
Feng Yi closed the door and ca back in, wondering about Jiang Yisheng’s odd behavior tonight.
His suspicious eyes fell upon the man drinking, could it be that the two really had a fight?
Ji Mingqian sipped his drink lightly, eting Feng Yi’s inquisitive gaze, "Why are you staring at ?"
"Mingqian, tell the truth, did you and Asheng have a conflict? Why do I feel like both of you have been off all evening?" Feng Yi asked directly without beating around the bush.
Neither of them paid any attention to each other; even strangers would greet each other, let alone friends.
Knowing he couldn’t simply bluff Feng Yi, Ji Mingqian guarded his words carefully, "Who had a conflict with him? Didn’t he say he was sleepy? Isn’t it normal for him to go back and rest?"
"Is that so?" Feng Yi looked at him dubiously, "Wasn’t it different when you two t before?"
Ji Mingqian suddenly felt like laughing, "What were we like when we t before?"
"At the very least you’d greet each other. As soon as you ca in, you sat there playing with your phone, and you two have barely said a word to each other. It’s just not normal." The more he said, the more convinced Feng Yi beca that there was sothing fishy between the two.
Acting was Ji Mingqian’s forte, and Feng Yi wasn’t about to easily spot a loophole.
He tugged at his lips, displaying a helpless smile, "If you ever stop doing business, you should consider writing a book."
"What do you an?"
"Your imagination is too wild."
Feng Yi gave him a disdainful eye roll.
**
The weather in the capital was always fickle. A windy and rainy night was followed by a clear day.
Early in the morning, Wei Bei arrived at Mo Garden for a video conference eting at the headquarters that Li Mochan could not miss.
In the bright and spacious study, a mix of multiple languages surged and fell.
After what seed an eternity, the screen on the wall dimd, signaling the end of the lengthy eting of over an hour.
Wei Bei tidied up the docunts that had been signed on the desk and looked up at the man opposite him, "Master, do I need to prepare suits for you for tonight’s banquet?"
"No need," Li Mochan stood up and walked towards the door.
His wife had been out of sight for so long, he wondered where she was causing trouble and decided to check on her.
It had rained in the middle of the night, leaving the lawn in the courtyard slightly damp.
On his way, he bumped into Jiang Hai, who was also searching for his wife.
"Mohan, are you looking for Xiaojiu?" Jiang Hai saw him alone and guessed that he and his uncle were both looking for their wives.
Li Mochan humd in acknowledgent.
Jiang Hai said with a warm laugh, "Your aunt is also not around; they probably went out together."
Before his words could fade, Jiang Yisheng ran over, his expression a blend of laughter and tears.
Panting, he said, "Dad, cousin, good you’re here. Hurry to the front gate and see for yourself."
"See what?" Jiang Hai asked, confused.
"Mom and Jiuliang are back. Just co with and you’ll see," Jiang Yisheng said before turning to run off.
Li Mochan frowned and quickened his pace to follow.
Still so distance from the main entrance, Li Mochan could hear the old lady’s voice.
"Xiaojiu, is this a duck or a goose? How many pounds does it weigh to be so big?"
Li Mochan’s eyelids twitched, sensing a bad premonition.
"Ahai, co over here. I’ve bought you a gift; co and take a look," Veya called out to Jiang Hai, holding a small cage in one hand and waving at him with the other.
Jiang Hai noticed the cage in her hand was covered with a red cloth, obscuring whatever was inside.
Before he could guess, his attention was abruptly drawn to a creature next to him.
Its feathers were as white as snow, topped with a red crown, and its eyes, small as black beans, shone impressively. With its large wings flapping, it strode with an attitude that seed to say, "Don’t ss with ."
It was a fat, big white goose.
Jiang Hai’s facial muscles contorted as he struggled to regain his voice, "Xiaojiu, where, where did this big white goose co from?"
"Bought it," Ye Jiuliang said with a grin, her hand wrapped around a red ribbon tied to one end of the goose’s leg.
As she turned and saw Li Mochan had also arrived, she stepped toward him.
Her narrow eyes filled with mischievous delight, "Mohan, look, the big white goose, isn’t it fat?"
Li Mochan glanced at the goose spreading its wings and subtly stepped back.
He asked her, "What made you think of buying this?"
Ye Jiuliang tugged on the red ribbon, and the big white goose, flapping its wings, charged in their direction.
"Just saw it and bought it," she said.
As the goose neared his feet, Li Mochan stepped back again, his gaze filling with disdain.
The goose took one step forward; he took one step back, the scene inadvertently turning codic.
Ye Jiuliang doubled over with laughter, "Mohan, it doesn’t bite people."
"Dirty," Li Mochan frowned, "Too many germs."
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