Song Shi'an's eyes felt a little hot.
Most people from his parents' generation had rigid, old-fashioned ideas.
He hadn't expected his mother to accept him finding a man.
"Mom, it's still too early to talk about that," Song Shi'an said.
Mother Song chuckled. "Alright, alright. I know you're thin-skinned. When you come back, bring him home for me to see."
After another half hour of nagging reminders, Mother Song finally hung up.
Song Shi'an let out a breath of relief. For now, it seemed he could bring Lu Mingyu home.
Saturday night.
Lu Mingyu's birthday banquet was over the weekend, and the old residence had already been decorated.
Saturday night was for a gathering among close friends.
There was less flattery and social maneuvering.
The gathering was arranged at a villa in the outskirts.
Everyone who came was familiar.
The moment Fu Jingyan arrived, he greeted them warmly. "Assistant Song, Mingyu."
As he spoke, Fu Jingyan went straight to find a seat.
More people gradually arrived after that. This time, Huo Yeting had come alone.
The moment he sat down, Fu Jingyan teased him. "What? You didn't bring Chen Silan with you today?"
At the mention of Chen Silan, Huo Yeting's expression turned ugly. He irritably lit a cigarette. "She's been making a fuss about divorcing me lately."
"Don't you have someone you like in your heart? You think Chen Silan married you through scheming. This works out perfectly. Divorce her and marry the woman you like," Fu Jingyan said.
Huo Yeting was smart and levelheaded in every other aspect.
Only when it came to relationships, especially Chen Silan.
Who knew what he was thinking, insisting on playing out this tragic-love drama.
A shadow fell between Huo Yeting's brows. "How could it be that simple? I'm not someone she can