Yin Sufang's fingers tightened slightly around his glass. Condensation slid between them as he watched the faint smile at the corners of Pei Yang's eyes and carefully asked, "So... how long have you two had this thing going on?"
Pei Yang paused briefly. "Hm? Oh... a while."
Yin Sufang frowned, though barely noticeably. He gave a soft, meaningful smile. "No wonder... I kept feeling like you'd changed a lot lately. Turns out you've been getting some loving."
"What are you talking about? I've changed?"
"...You went from radiating cold menace to being... being..." Yin Sufang searched for the right words, then his eyes lit up with inspiration. "Like a wife."
Pei Yang: "..."
Pei Yang choked. "Where did you learn that word? What nonsense."
Yin Sufang smiled without answering, a barely perceptible shadow passing through his eyes.
He wasn't talking nonsense. He really had noticed how much Pei Yang had changed.
Pei Yang, who had been all sharp edges, painfully sensitive, and never had a kind look for anyone, now sat here almost glowing, softness suffusing him like white jade steeped in sunlight.
...Someone nurtured by love really was different.
Just like that, Yin Sufang made his peace with it. Whoever Pei Yang was with... it didn't matter to him, as long as Pei Yang was happy.
He picked up his beer bottle and clinked it against Pei Yang's glass, something unspoken tucked into his words. "...I hope you'll be happy."
"I can't exactly say... 'If he bullies you, I'll beat him up for you.' He's Director Feng, after all..." Yin Sufang forced a smile. "I couldn't beat him in a fight."
"He won't bully me." Pei Yang instinctively defended Feng Wanting, his tone natural and certain. After draining his glass, he said, "We should both be happy."
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