Feng Huaiyang, Jun Lin’s best friend of over a decade, was a flamboyant womanizer and a true playboy. Even though he was nearly 30, he still didn’t have a girlfriend.
Although Jun Lin didn’t get married until he was 30, at least he had a son. Feng Huaiyang, on the other hand, was all alone, spending his time either hitting the bars or racing cars.
“Feng Huaiyang.” Jun Lin called out to him in a dark, menacing tone, making Feng Huaiyang feel as if he were about to face his final hour.
This was terrifying—Young Master Jun was about to lose his temper.
“A-Lin, let’s talk this out… Don’t lay a hand on me—I can’t beat you!” Staying alive was the priority; everything else was secondary.
“Get out.”
“…Hey, hey, hey. Remember, I took you in back then. Sure, this is your home, but after all these years of friendship, you can’t just kick me out.”
Feng Huaiyang realized that Xia Ruohan was Jun Lin’s new sore spot—just like that other person, a subject off-limits for discussion.
“Who are you?” Xia Ruohan had regained her composure by now and asked Feng Huaiyang.
“You don’t even recognize me?” Feng Huaiyang jumped to his feet, bracing his hands on the table. “Don’t tell me you don’t know me, Feng Huaiyang, in D City?!”
Xia Ruohan stared at him blankly for a moment before saying, “I don’t.”
She had lived in City D for so many years, yet the only prominent figure she knew was Jun Lin.
Feng Huaiyang: “……”
His heart took a thousand stabs. For the first time, he realized just how uncharismatic he was.
Jun Lin: “Ignore him.”
“Oh.”
Xia Ruohan had no intention of acknowledging Feng Huaiyang either, and continued to eat her breakfast with her head down.
After breakfast, she went to the living room to make revisions to the drawing she’d started last night.
Feng Huaiyang stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the kitchen doorframe, watching the man washing dishes.
Jun Lin’s hands had signed countless contracts worth tens of millions, yet now he was lowering himself to cook and wash dishes for a little girl.
“Young Master Jun, what’s the deal? What’s your relationship with that kid?”
“Jun Yize’s mother.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Ha!” Feng Huaiyang couldn’t help but burst out laughing as he recalled Xia Ruohan’s dazed and clueless expression from earlier.
Jun Lin turned to face him, flicked his wrist, and sent a spray of soapy suds—still not fully rinsed off—splashing all over Feng Huaiyang’s expensive casual clothes.
Feng Huaiyang: “…Young Master Jun, I was wrong!”
Did Jun Lin take out his frustration on him by ruining his clothes just because he didn’t like him?
“Get lost.”
Feng Huaiyang grabbed a few napkins to wipe his clothes and said, “So, is your relationship with that young lady more than just casual?”
Jun Lin didn’t answer.
“Speak up. Or did you do something to her that left you with no choice but to take her in?”
“Am I that kind of beast?” Jun Lin asked.
Feng Huaiyang laughed again and nodded. “You’d even go after a minor? Isn’t that beastly?”
“She’s twenty-two.”
Where’s the ‘minor’ in that? If she were a minor, he’d dare to marry her but wouldn’t dare touch her.
“That’s it? Twenty-two?”
“Is that a problem?”
“She’s eight years younger than you. You’re something else.”
If he wasn’t going to date, fine. But once he did, he went straight for marriage—and picked someone eight years his junior. The old bull seemed to be enjoying his young grass quite a bit.
“You haven’t yet.”
“Pfft. In a few days, I’ll steal her right from under your nose.”
The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.
“…I wouldn’t dare compete with you, Young Master Jun, for a woman.” ” Feng Huaiyang, valuing his life, quickly added.
Jun Lin finished washing the dishes, dried his hands, and followed him out of the kitchen.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing, really. I just had some free time, so I thought I’d give you a call and chat. Who knew you’d get so mad and hang up? I came over to check on you, and tsk, I stumbled upon you hiding a mistress in your golden house.”
“……”
Jun Lin’s gaze toward him grew icy once more.
In truth, Feng Huaiyang should have made a graceful exit long ago; he was just getting in Jun Lin’s way.