Everyone turned toward the voice, their gazes stopping short.
At the stairs on the second floor.
A man leaned lightly against the railing, wearing a black casual suit jacket with its collar half open over a black turtleneck. A gray-and-white plush bunny, four or five centimeters tall, hung from his belt, an oddly incongruous match for his overall style.
His features were deep-set and sculpted, his lashes like raven feathers. His gray-blue eyes were like winter ice, and his broad shoulders and long legs could not conceal his aristocratic bearing.
From above, Fu Hanchuan swept a light glance over everyone, like some male beast surveying them from a height, exuding an inexplicable pressure.
The face of the man upstairs was one they were all more or less familiar with, from news reports and entertainment gossip.
They exchanged looks, none daring to be certain.
Until the man came down from the second floor.
"Hello, I'm Fu Hanchuan, Yanyan's... friend." His expression calm, Fu Hanchuan naturally slipped an arm around Wen Yanyu's upper waist and gently drew him into his own space.
"Yanyan isn't in good health, and I wasn't comfortable leaving him on his own. He told me you were coming to Mirror Moon. Since I happen to own it, I had them suspend business for now. Enjoy yourselves over the next few days. Everything is on me. Consider it my admission ticket."
Fu Hanchuan finished at an unhurried pace and gestured toward the dining room.
"Yanyan hasn't eaten yet. You must all be hungry too. The kitchen has everything ready, so you can talk over the meal."
Not until the group had dazedly followed the two of them into the dining room.
And looked at the lavish feast before them.
Did they exchange glances, with someone taking out a phone