After Feng left, Yichen's mother dusted off her apron and said, "I'm going to the market to buy some groceries. You boys stay here." With that, she stepped out, leaving the three of them in the house.
Yichen and Lu Nian sat together on the couch. Yichen's sharp eyes never left him, his silence pressing like a weight in the air.
Lu Nian shifted uncomfortably. "Yichen… why are you staring at me like that?"
On the opposite couch, Zhaoyan flipped through a magazine lazily, pretending to be absorbed in the glossy pages.
Yichen finally spoke, his voice low. "Who is this Feng?"
Lu Nian forced a smile. "He's… just a friend."
"Really?" Yichen's tone sharpened. "I've never seen him before."
With a heavy sigh, Lu Nian lowered his gaze. "Fine. I'll tell you the truth. That night when you left me alone… when you went off with that girl, I drank too much. And I… I ended up sleeping with him."
Yichen's eyes widened, disbelief written across his face. "You… slept with him?"
