[Alternate title for this chapter: The Self-Cultivation of a Sinister Ghostly Top]
When Jiang Wanrou and Qin Chengzhi saw the name, their expressions grew subtle at the same time.
Ji Shenhuai continued slurping the special healthy milk tea his mother had made and cast a curious glance over.
"Sorry! I need to take this!" Flustered, Wen Yanyu strode forward, picked up his phone, and headed for the bathroom.
The bathroom door closed.
Wen Yanyu answered the call, and a cold male voice immediately sounded. "Wen Yanyu, why aren't you home?"
"..." Wen Yanyu smacked his forehead and hurriedly replied, "Sorry, I-Aunt Jiang invited me over for dinner today and asked me to stay the night. I forgot to tell you."
His heart suddenly lurched.
Wen Yanyu tightened his grip on his phone, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes. "How did you know I wasn't home?"
The other end fell uncharacteristically silent.
Knocking sounded.
"Because I'm outside your front door. I've been knocking forever."
The words came through gritted teeth. Even through the screen, he could feel how speechless the man on the other end was.
Thinking of how Fu Hanchuan was usually so busy he barely had any time to rest, he figured he had carved out some time to see him about something.
Wen Yanyu's head instantly drooped, and he wilted. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you beforehand. Didn't you say you wouldn't come see me for another two weeks? I haven't left Xinghai. I thought..."
"Sorry..."
"You needed something, right? Is there still time for me to go back now...?"
Wen Yanyu clutched his phone and ventured cautiously.
After a silence.
"Is it Jiang Wanrou?"
Wen Yanyu was slightly taken aback. "Yes, Aunt Jiang."
A sigh sounded. "No need. It's nothing important. Enjoy yourself there. Stay