Looking at the comments section, where everyone was saying that he, Wen Lan Sheng, was flaunting his love and happiness, Wen Lan Sheng smiled silently, pursing his lips.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. A familiar, eye-catching ID that quickly liked and then unliked his post caught his attention.
Rong Xiu put down his phone. Smoke curled around his fingertips, the strong tobacco smell wafting over the dark bar counter. The dim light couldn't brighten his gloomy brows and eyes.
Chen Yu Ze laughed without restraint: "Stalking the social media of someone else's legitimate partner, got caught, didn't you?"
Rong Xiu took a drag of his cigarette, his gaze cold and thin. He repeated the same words as yesterday: "They're not married yet, just boyfriend and girlfriend. Not a legitimate partner."
Chen Yu Ze shook his head helplessly: "Does self-deception make you feel better? Even if they're not married now, they'll still get married in a few months. You can't just butt in, can you? Didn't we test it out last night? Miss Fan Xia is a proper person, and she's devoted to her partner."
Rong Xiu tapped off some ash, his narrow, cold eyes showing displeasure: "She's unhappy."
Chen Yu Ze was slightly stunned, confused by his irrelevant answer: "What are you talking about?"
Rong Xiu glanced at the photo on his phone: "She's not happy in the photo."
"Huh? Is that so?" Chen Yu Ze picked up the phone to look at the photo and blurted out, "Fan Xia isn't even in the photo. They're just showing off the food..."
Chen Yu Ze zoomed in on the photo to look carefully, and finally discovered a pair of slender, jade-like hands in the corner of the photo. Chen Yu Ze could almost immediately recognize them as Fan Xia's hands.
A fleeting glance last night had been enough to be dazzling. He had inadvertently passed over Fan Xia's hands, those smooth and delicate hands, as white and clean as if they had been pulled out of water, in stark contrast to the hands of the other, visibly older people in the photo.
But based on just a pair of hands, without seeing her expression, how could one tell Fan Xia's mood at that moment?
Rong Xiu's fingertip touched Fan Xia's hands on the screen, his tone low: "She only makes this gesture when she's very, very unhappy."
It was a gesture of using the thumb's nail to press against the pad of the index finger, very subtle, even somewhat childish. But Rong Xiu knew that it was a rare emotional leak from the usually gentle and composed Fan Xia.
Rong Xiu didn't know what the Wen family had done to make the usually good-tempered Fan Xia so angry.
He was even more unaware that Wen Lan Sheng, as Fan Xia's childhood sweetheart and lover, hadn't noticed her small gesture, and was contentedly posting on social media, flaunting his so-called happiness, satisfying his contemptible self-esteem.
Rong Xiu wanted to call her, but Chen Yu Ze stopped him, shaking his head and saying seriously: "Rong Xiu, you really can't go on like this. If Fan Xia were a fickle and promiscuous person, I wouldn't say anything. But she's truly devoted to her fiancé. You can't ruin her fiancé's happiness!"
"...But she's unhappy," Rong Xiu said bitterly.
"If she's unhappy, it's her fiancé's job to comfort her. It's not your place. Rong Xiu, remember your position!" Chen Yu Ze advised earnestly.
Rong Xiu extinguished his cigarette, his narrow eyes locking directly with him, sharp and intimidating: "If Wen Lan Sheng knew, he wouldn't be shamelessly posting on social media... Since he can't care for Fan Xia, I'll care for her in his place. He should be thanking me instead."
Chen Yu Ze opened his mouth, but was left speechless.
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