Feng Yueshan knew nothing about this. After carefully weighing his options, he finally booked an upscale restaurant, then sent everyone messages with an air of studied restraint.
Restraint, his ass! His first messages were coherent enough, but then another three or five came chasing after them, rambling on and on. All he really wanted to say was: Come! You have to come! You absolutely have to come!
Ning Sixian even sent screenshots to Chu Yilan. Comparing notes, they discovered that Young Master Feng had put some thought into it this time. Rather than sending a mass message, he had written something different for everyone.
Worried that Chu Yilan might refuse to come after being pestered so badly lately, Feng Yueshan even did a little "reminiscing." His messages were peppered with sweet appeals to his "big brother."
Master Chu said he would come. Of course he would! He also needed to tell Feng Yueshan to his face that another barrage of messages would earn him a beating.
"What do you think of this as a gift for Chen Mu?" Shen Lian took out a tea set from his treasured collection.
Chu Yilan said, "You decide."
"Young Master Feng really is lucky." Looking at the photos of food Feng Yueshan had posted in the group chat, Shen Lian clicked his tongue in admiration.
Chu Yilan sat down beside him, glanced at them, and said dismissively, "Not as lucky as me."
Shen Lian laughed. "Is that a compliment?"
"You could take it that way."
Shen Lian leaned forward a little, and Chu Yilan understood at once, moving closer. First, he rubbed his chin against the top of Shen Lian's head, then lowered his head to nuzzle his cheek. Soft little kisses brushed the young man's lips without lingering, trailing down to his neck,