"Have you arranged everything?" Yan Xianjue was braiding Shen Fangli's hair while the phone she held was pressed to his ear.
The voice on the other end was outrageously smug. "Of course. I've waited far too long for this day."
Yan Xianjue reminded him once again, "Don't drag anyone else into this."
Lin Shi clicked his tongue loudly on the other end, sounding thoroughly annoyed. "I know. I said this is on me. Can you stop nagging?"
Yan Xianjue gave an equally impolite snort.
When Shen Fangli looked over, he silently mouthed, It's fine.
"I picked out a burial plot for you. Want to go take a look?"
Lin Shi sounded even more delighted than before. "Of course I do. Send me the address—I still need to give instructions on how the headstone should be carved."
Yan Xianjue: "..."
Even though he had brought up the subject, Lin Shi's hellishness was still a little excessive.
But that was not his goal.
Yan Xianjue decisively refused to give Lin Shi the address. "Wait until this is over. We'll go look at it together."
Lin Shi immediately stopped lounging behind his desk. He carefully considered the inexplicable chill running down his back.
Somewhat hesitantly, he asked, "You're not planning to trick me out there and kill me, are you?"
Yan Xianjue replied righteously, "How could I? How could I be that kind of person? Lin Shi, you're far more likely to be that kind of person than I am."
Lin Shi nodded. That was true.
But he did not know that the moment Yan Xianjue finished speaking, he silently added in his heart: Of course I am.
What could anyone expect from someone who had to stir up trouble even in front of his own grandfather's memorial tablet?
Lin Shi still felt