Yan Ningke spent a few leisurely days at home. Over dinner one evening, he suddenly asked, "Hey, how did that thing turn out?"
Shao Ke looked up, his gaze settling on him, and said casually, "It's over."
With a bigger scandal to feast on, who still cared about those flimsy rumors? He Sheng had already been detained for organizing group sex. In the entire affair, no one else had suffered any harm.
Reality was just that cruel.
There had clearly been many other people in the video, but money and power could erase every scrap of evidence. In the end, the only one punished was He Sheng, the discarded plaything.
Still, all one could say was that pitiable people invariably had their detestable side.
Yan Ningke stuffed his cheeks with a bite of braised pork followed by a mouthful of rice and nodded indifferently. "Oh."
Watching him focus single-mindedly on his meal, Shao Ke's eyes curved slightly. He reached over and picked a grain of rice from the corner of his mouth. "Slow down. No one's going to steal it."
Yan Ningke blinked. He kept picking up meat with his chopsticks, but obediently slowed his eating.
Shao Ke's lips lifted in a quiet chuckle, tenderness rippling through his eyes as he ladled out a bowl of soup and set it beside him.
Even shrewd calculation was no match for wisdom concealed behind apparent foolishness.
It wasn't just because Shao Ke protected Yan Ningke so well. Yan Ningke's unconditional trust in him and clear-sighted nature also played a part.
By neither listening nor asking, he avoided seeing all that filthy slander and kept it from spoiling his mood.
He left everything for Shao Ke to resolve, not because he thought it had nothing to do with him, but because he knew