Barely half a minute into the standoff, Feng Yueshan was already struggling. "Is there something on my face?"
"More or less," Shen Lian said. "I keep getting the feeling you're hiding a lot from us."
"Not a chance!" Feng Yueshan said.
Chen Mu's expression grew reserved. He didn't understand the subtext of their conversation, but strangely enough, some instinct was warning him not to get too close to Feng Yueshan.
Chu Yilan had known Feng Yueshan for years, after all, and could pick up on a few things. He simply thought Feng Yueshan was paying Chen Mu far too much attention, but it had never occurred to him that Feng Yueshan might have feelings for him. It wasn't that he was slow on the uptake. Feng Yueshan talked like a womanizer, but in reality, he just liked organizing gatherings and having fun. There were always women around him, but honestly, Chu Yilan had never seen him actually take anyone home.
Compared with Zhou Yuanlin, a true ladies' man, he was a complete novice when it came to love.
A novice talking about liking someone? What a joke.
Young Master Feng did have some skill at putting on an act. For the rest of the evening, he joked around and kept his emotions steady, determined not to let anything show.
What the hell am I panicking for? Feng Yueshan thought. What does any of this have to do with anything? Looking at Chen Mu a few extra times doesn't mean anything. I'm just as interested in luxury watches and cars.
Feng Yueshan fended off Shen Lian and Chu Yilan's scrutiny while brainwashing himself. By the time the banquet ended, a thin layer of sweat covered his back.
It was exhausting. This feeling was so unfamiliar to Feng Yueshan, yet within that