Wen Yanyu lifted his champagne to moisten his throat, silently cursed how awful it tasted, then said, "It's just been a long time since anyone threatened me like this. I'm a little unused to it."
The smile faded from Lin Yu's face, and he looked at him coldly.
Wen Yanyu set down his glass. "You like Fu Hanchuan, don't you?"
Lin Yu froze, his expression betraying a rare flash of panic.
Before he could speak.
Wen Yanyu's lips curved slightly, a faint smile rippling through his alluring eyes as he looked at him with gentle friendliness. "Honestly, your methods of threatening people are a little..."
"Crude."
Wen Yanyu fiddled with his silver fork and said casually, "I might barely qualify as an A-list celebrity, but I don't have any real work to my name, and my reputation's been terrible lately. A banquet of this caliber wouldn't offer me an invitation on its own, and banquets generally don't prepare formalwear at the last minute."
"For my company to go along with it, and the people around me to either go along with it or be kept in the dark, some big shot is obviously setting me up. But I'm just an ordinary person. The only..." Wen Yanyu looked up. "Fu Hanchuan is the exception among the people around me."
Under the cool lighting, the face before him grew eerily indistinct. The instant their eyes met, an overwhelming pressure bore down on him.
Lin Yu felt cold all over. He involuntarily stopped speaking and stared at him blankly.
The silver fork made a piercing scrape against the porcelain. Wen Yanyu did not continue meeting his eyes, hiding his gaze beneath his lashes.
"Your idea was good, but you didn't do enough homework," Wen Yanyu said. "I never planned on staying in this