The two of them spent the morning touring the lake and fishing for a while.
In the end, only Fang Yi caught a fish, but luckily, it was a good size, weighing about two pounds.
The old man took the fish into the cabin, where his wife was cooking in a small kitchen.
The boat rental included lunch, using whatever they caught as fresh ingredients.
Even if they caught nothing, it was fine. Other ingredients had already been prepared on board.
By the time the boat reached the middle of the lake, lunch was ready too.
The fish Fang Yi caught was steamed and placed in the center of the table.
Fang Yi picked out a piece of fish, lowered his head to carefully remove the bones, then worked up the courage to put it on the little plate in front of Su Ziming and push it toward him.
"Try it. See if freshly caught fish tastes better."
Su Ziming looked at the fish on the plate, then at the hope tucked into Fang Yi's gaze, and hesitated.
He knew he was falling for him.
All the mistreatment and discrimination he had faced throughout his life kept reminding him.
He was just an orphan with nothing, unlike a privileged young man such as Fang Yi, who knew nothing of life's hardships.
To Fang Yi, romance was only a game. Once he had played enough, he would naturally return to his own circle and marry someone of equal standing.
Just like Lin Sen before him.
He had been Su Ziming's closest friend and had even helped him a great deal.
Yet he had turned around and delivered him to his boss's bed without warning, utterly disregarding their years of friendship.
But the caution and anticipation in Fang Yi's eyes were so