Feng Yueshan knew a little about Chen Mu's history with Song Yuan of Dawnlight Media. In a relationship like theirs, the one with greater power had absolute say. Everyone assumed Chen Mu was pining for a love he couldn't have, unwilling to let go of the wealth and status almost within his grasp. But the exhaustion in Chen Mu's voice made one thing clear: he was thoroughly sick of Song Yuan.
Come to think of it, Feng Yueshan hadn't seen Chen Mu in a while.
He shifted slightly to the side and caught a partial glimpse of a white-clad figure seated on the sofa. One hand hung naturally at his side, its joints distinct and elegant.
"Young Master Feng, that's enough." Shen Lian's voice rang out.
Feng Yueshan immediately slipped inside, his expression turning cavalier again. "Seriously, Mr. Shen? You spotted me even from there?"
Shen Lian pointed at the mirror on the other side, facing the door. "Clear as day."
Feng Yueshan: "..."
Seeing that it was Feng Yueshan, Chen Mu immediately stood. "Young Master Feng."
"Mm." Feng Yueshan nodded. He'd been busy with company affairs lately and hadn't been out partying much. He looked considerably more respectable, no longer wearing that languid air of someone steeped in booze.
Shen Lian leaned back with a smile. "Here to see me?"
"Yeah." Feng Yueshan sat on the armrest of Chen Mu's sofa. "I was passing by, so I came up to check on you. Come on, let's go have some fun."
Feng Yueshan had fully accepted Shen Lian's place as his "sister-in-law," so he had no reservations about inviting him. "You're a wizard at pai gow. I've lined up a showdown today."
Shen Lian didn't hesitate. "Sure. How are you going to thank me if I win?"
Feng Yueshan said,