Yingxing was exhausted in body and mind, yet he could not muster any negative feelings toward Dan Feng.
His heart was as shattered as the forging hammer Jingliu had crushed.
Even the arrival of their food could not mend Yingxing's broken heart.
Of all the people he knew, from his colleagues at the Artisanship Commission to Dan Feng and the other three he drank with, Jingliu was the only one in a relationship.
At first, when Dan Feng told him he needed to give a seven-figure sum in wedding gift money, he had only been surprised for a moment before quickly accepting it.
Yingxing knew nothing about Xianzhou wedding customs, but... this was the worldly, knowledgeable Dan Feng saying it! Surely Dan Feng would not lie to him!
Besides, most Xianzhou natives had no intention of marrying. They were either traveling on planets directly under the Xianzhou's jurisdiction or roaming the Starsea, righting wrongs.
For the newlyweds, a wedding was one of the greatest events of their lives. For their friends and relatives, it was an even rarer occasion.
Xianzhou natives were a long-life species. They lived longer and saved more money... so giving seven figures in wedding gift money was probably normal.
But now there was a problem: Dan Feng said Xianyu would not accept wedding gift money.
Why had Yingxing been working overtime? Why had he accepted Xianyu's commission?
Wasn't it all to scrape together that seven-figure wedding gift? Wasn't it all because of what Dan Feng had said?
Yingxing quickly sorted out his thoughts. Looking at Imbibitor Lunae, the culprit behind his overtime, he could not help feeling the urge to take his frustration out on him.
He shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth with a blank expression, swallowed, then challenged Dan Feng:
"Dan Feng,