After brainstorming for a while, Song Shi'an finally gritted his teeth and said, "I like you, but..."
Lu Mingyu raised a hand and cut off his "but."
"I never expected Assistant Song to like me so much." Lu Mingyu let out a low sigh.
Song Shi'an tried to explain, "No, I..."
"I understand now. Looks like Tang Ruan was right—you'd secretly fallen for me long ago." A smile curled at Lu Mingyu's lips.
Song Shi'an: "..."
Who taught you to use "secretly fallen for" like that?!
"I..." Song Shi'an had barely opened his mouth before being interrupted again.
"Enough. I understand your feelings. From now on, stay by my side properly. When I'm in a good mood, I'll respond to you a little." Lu Mingyu held his chin slightly high, his voice carrying a hint of smugness and pride.
Song Shi'an: "..."
Now he finally understood how infuriating it was to be interrupted.
Seeing Lu Mingyu talk himself into it, Song Shi'an did not have the heart to pour cold water on him. He could only lower his head and follow him back.
By the time they returned, the banquet was nearly over.
The old master was getting on in years and had already gone to rest.
The one still present was Fu Jingyan's father, Fu Jun.
When Fu Jun saw Lu Mingyu approaching, he smiled and called out, "Mingyu, you're here."
"Uncle Fu." Lu Mingyu greeted him.
Fu Jun made small talk. "How have your parents been lately?"
"They're both doing well." Lu Mingyu answered politely.
Fu Jun sighed. "You and Jingyan grew up together. You manage the Lu Group so well, while he's still nothing but useless mud that can't be plastered onto a wall."
Lu Mingyu lowered his head. "Uncle, Jingyan just hasn't settled down yet. Once