Although Cheng Lang did not know why Qin Mu, a domineering CEO who had both wealth and looks, was so insecure in a relationship, Cheng Lang would never make his boyfriend feel slighted. He could only let his friends suffer a little and get used to Qin Mu's presence as soon as possible.
After all, putting romance before friendship had been common since ancient times.
"Let's go!" Cheng Lang stood up, patted Meng Tianye on the shoulder, and the two went upstairs together.
Meng Tianye followed behind Cheng Lang with heavy steps. During that short walk, he braced himself mentally. He had thought that, during this conversation, President Qin would surely be sitting in a pitch-black private room like before, silently intimidating people with his gloomy presence. Yet when he pushed open the door, Meng Tianye was almost blinded by the crystal chandelier inside.
Basking in the dazzling light filling the room, Meng Tianye finally got a clear look at the private room's decor, as well as President Qin's appearance.
Meng Tianye froze slightly. He had not expected the intimidating President Qin to be so extraordinarily handsome.
No wonder Cheng Lang catered to his every whim.
Perhaps his prolonged stare had caught Qin Mu's attention. Those ink-black eyes looked over quietly, and the instant their gazes met, Meng Tianye guiltily looked away. His hands silently curled into fists at his sides, his palms so nervous that they were starting to sweat.
Meng Tianye discreetly drew a breath and stared somewhat stiffly at the coffee table. The obsidian table was laden with fresh fruit platters, snacks, and pastries.
Smiling, Cheng Lang said, "Let me introduce you. This is my boyfriend, Qin Mu."
Then he said to Qin Mu, "This is my friend, Meng Tianye. You've met before."
"Hello." Qin Mu extended