The meal left both hosts and guests happy.
Once they had nearly finished eating, Cheng Yue pulled Fang Lele over to the tea table in the lounge area and asked about every detail of his life in Sucheng.
He learned that Fang Lele now lived on a sprawling estate, had someone dedicated to looking after his daily needs, and received one-on-one private lessons at home every day.
He also had to make time to study the Six Arts of the Gentleman.
Tea tasting, calligraphy, Go, Chinese chess, painting, violin, and so on.
Cheng Yue's mouth fell open wide enough to fit an ostrich egg.
Wait, he'd only wanted Lele to live somewhere different. But from the sound of it, this was an entirely different life!
"Fang Lele, you haven't made some kind of deal with Uncle Ji, have you?"
Otherwise, he honestly couldn't understand why the man would put so much effort into a stranger who had come from so far away.
What was he after?
Fang Lele didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "What are you thinking, Cheng Yue?"
At the dining table, the uncle and nephew were still drinking together. Whatever Ji Huaijin said made Ji Fengyao exhale a mouthful of smoke, the corners of his lips suddenly lifting.
Through the drifting haze, their eyes abruptly met.
Only then did Fang Lele realize that the man had been watching him all along.
He hurriedly averted his gaze, pinching his burning earlobe as he murmured, "He... Uncle Ji treats me really well."
Apart from a certain possessiveness that frightened him a little.
Cheng Yue remained puzzled. Only after repeatedly confirming that there were no unspeakable secrets involved did he finally relax.
That made sense. A man with such immense power could have anything he wanted. Why would he