[No.]
It was entirely instinctive. Ji Ting's inner voice answered before he could say a word.
Ji Yanzhi's heart seemed to turn into a harp, and that single word was the finger plucking its strings, drawing out the most beautiful music.
But before that joy could settle, a different, deeper look flashed through his eyes.
Ji Ting must have loved Ling Xi in his teens. If that love had been an act, there would have been no reason for it back then. Besides, it had lasted too long and cost too much.
The problem was that Ji Ear's inner voice represented his truest thoughts. It never lied.
Then there could only be one answer.
Ji Yanzhi lowered his gaze and asked gravely, "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you still weighing how much Ling Xi means to you?"
"I'm not weighing anything." Ji Ting didn't want to deceive him, but he couldn't speak the truth aloud, either. "How could you not like Ling Xi? You treat him so well."
Ji Yanzhi knew perfectly well that he was deliberately changing the subject, yet his brows still knitted. "I treat him well? In what way? How?"
Ji Ting thought for a moment before answering, "For example, when you spoke to him before, your tone wasn't as harsh as it is now. And almost every time you see him or come back from abroad, you buy him very expensive gifts."
"That was..." Ji Yanzhi suddenly paused and looked him over. "Don't tell me you're jealous?"
"No." Ji Ting answered without hesitation, because he didn't believe he could feel that sort of emotion.
Ji Yanzhi snorted. "If you're not, why do you remember it so clearly?"
"Because I have a good memory," Ji Ting said calmly. "And I wasn't the one who brought these