He Was Still Wu Zhangkong!

Shen Yi was already inside. She sat on the sofa, with several lunch boxes laid out on the coffee table before her. They contained braised pork, stir-fried vegetables, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and rice. She wore a white shirt, her long hair draped over her shoulders, with a gentle smile on her face.

When she saw Zhong Shenxiu, Shen Yi waved him over.

"Shenxiu, come eat."

Zhong Shenxiu walked over and sat down in front of the sofa. Wu Zhangkong sat beside him, while Shen Yi sat opposite them. The three sat down together, picked up their chopsticks, and began eating. The rice was fragrant and the dishes delicious, but no one spoke. There was only the faint clink of chopsticks against lunch boxes and the sound of chewing.

Shen Yi kept signaling for Wu Zhangkong to start a conversation. Her eyes were wide, her brows raised high, and her lips moved slightly as she silently mouthed several words.

But Wu Zhangkong continued to pretend not to notice. He was avoiding it—avoiding this topic, avoiding the issue he had to face but did not want to face.

In the end, Shen Yi could only glare fiercely at Wu Zhangkong before turning to Zhong Shenxiu.

Her expression changed. The earlier fierceness vanished, replaced by a gentle, probing smile, as though she were coaxing a child. Her lips parted slightly as she carefully considered her tone before speaking.

"Shenxiu, can your martial aunt talk to you about something?"

Zhong Shenxiu looked up and put down his chopsticks. His Light Gold Vertical Pupils met Shen Yi's eyes. His expression was calm, and his tone casual, as if he were discussing something insignificant.

"Of course."

Shen Yi took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. Her fingers lightly tapped the tabletop twice, as