At the same time, Li Shengxiao received a rare phone call. He glanced at the caller ID and stepped aside.
He didn’t know what the person on the other end said, but he turned his head, his jawline tense and smooth. His fingertip rested on the floor-to-ceiling window, tracing a semicircular mark on the fogged glass. "What did they say?"
"Keep watching the Tube Building."
He put down the phone and returned to where he had been.
Cui Jiangjing and Fu Yi were both there. Seeing him pull out a chair to sit down, Cui Jiangjing asked curiously, "Who was that?"
"Someone keeping an eye on Jiang Meiqi for me."
"Oh." He responded, paused for a few seconds, then leaned forward and asked, "Why’d they call?"
There was coffee in front of Li Shengxiao, hardly touched. He crossed his long legs and placed his phone on the table, saying blandly, "To tell me Qin Jun just went to find Jiang Meiqi."
"..." Cui Jiangjing had an expression of sudden understanding. The next second, his expression turned to shock, nearly bouncing out of his seat. "What did you say? Qin Jun? He’s not from the Chu Family, why is he going to see Jiang Meiqi! Damn! Are they trying to mess with Little Yan Rong again?"
Li Shengxiao glanced at him, his slightly upturned jawline clearly showing his Adam’s apple, which slid down sexily, as sharp as a blade.
"Why are you looking at me?" Cui Jiangjing was confused by his glance, touched his nose, "You’re not finally seeing my charm and want to get romantic with me? Sorry, master here has no interest in that! I’ll have to heartlessly refuse your true feelings!"
The moment he finished talking, Fu Yi, sitting next to him, quickly pressed his head down. His thin gold glasses reflected a white light, his lips opening and closing like petals as he apologized to Li Shengxiao, "Sorry, this kid drank too much Sanlu milk and isn’t thinking straight. Don’t mind him. If you want to hit him, I support you slapping him!"
"Damn you, Fu Yi!" Cui Jiangjing almost had his face pressed into the scalding coffee cup, angrily shrugging him off. A few unruly strands of hair stood up from the flip, his features still defiant, though the standing hairs ruined the aesthetics. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
Fu Yi withdrew his hand, still smiling at the corners of his mouth, "My grandpa is in the West Mountain Garden. If you want, I can buy you a plot next to his."
The West Mountain Garden is one of the top cemeteries in Capital City, known for its villa-like prices. It’s a garden-style cemetery that plays music daily and provides fresh flowers for each grave, filled with birdsong and floral scents, with streams gently flowing. If someone entered unknowingly, they might think they had walked into a wetland park.
Cui Jiangjing’s handsome face turned from red to blue, about to explode from holding back, grinding his teeth in frustration, managing to choke out a dry "I thank you!"
Fu Yi adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses with one hand, his fox-like eyes sharp behind the thin lenses, shamelessly replying in a second, "No need to thank me, good friend, it’s the least I could do!"
"What the hell!" Cui Jiangjing jumped up to hit him, "No wonder you can’t find a girlfriend with a mouth that sharp! If I were a girl, I’d rather date the same sex than live with a refined scoundrel like you."
He jumped with rage, but Fu Yi was unfazed, relaxing into his chair, nailing him with quick precision, "As if you have a girlfriend. Recently, I’ve heard you’ve changed tastes, spending days at the garage. Many socialites mention you’ve switched preferences and haven’t been out causing trouble lately."