Jiang Tingxu's premonition was accurate.
The very next day after confirming his relationship with Zheng Zaisheng, Zhao Linxiu made a high-profile announcement: unless absolutely necessary, he would no longer attend any gatherings or events.
Someone couldn't hold back and cautiously asked, "What's wrong, Brother Zhao? What kind of shock did you suffer?"
Zhao Linxiu had been waiting for that question!
He gave a disdainful smile, his face glowing with delight. "I'm in love. You know how it is."
Everyone: ???
The news spread like wildfire. Aside from the few who knew the truth, the rest of the brothers found it impossible to accept! What happened to all that talk about "love is bullshit, I'm going to live free for life"?
As their representative, Jiang Tingxu called Zhao Linxiu and asked him exactly that.
At the time, President Zhao was sitting on the sofa in Director Zheng's living room. From the look of things, he had clearly claimed the place as his second territory. Beaming with smug delight, he said, "The end of humanity is getting slapped in the face. I admit it—being in love with someone you like is wonderful. I'm pathetic. Say whatever you want."
Jiang Tingxu nodded. "Fine."
After hanging up, Zhao Linxiu heard porcelain cups clinking in the kitchen and immediately got to his feet. Remembering Zheng Zaisheng's injured hand, he said, "Want some tea? I'll do it, I'll do it."
Zheng Zaisheng had indeed wanted to brew two cups of flower tea, but the bandages around his right hand made it inconvenient.
Zhao Linxiu naturally took over, picking up the tea scoop. "How much should I use? Just tell me."
The tea leaves tumbled and bloomed in the boiling water, their fragrance quickly filling the room. Zhao Linxiu gazed at Zheng Zaisheng tenderly and softly reminded