Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
âOh, an old friend of Zhaoyangâs.â Mo Shan smiled and pointed at the seat opposite Lu Zhaoyang. âIf you donât mind, why donât you join us?â
Tang Mu thought that Mo Shan was also interested in him, so he nodded and sat down. He also sent a text to his friends to cancel their dinner plan.
Mo Shan sat in the only empty seat left. Now, they were all seated in pairs. It was a weird scenario. Lu Zhaoyang decided to just go with the flow. She picked up her utensils and started on her dinner.
Huo Yunting took a quick side glance at her. This woman, sheâs clearly anxious as hell, but she still tries to act calm .
He retracted his hand from the sofa and started on his dish too, ignoring Tang Mu and Mo Shan.
âBrother Yunting, Iâd like to change the curtains at home, what do you think is a good color?â Mo Shan asked with a smile.
She sounded warm and seductive. Lu Zhaoyangâs hand shook a trifle.
Tang Mu was known to have a big mouth. If he found out anything tonight...
âEmerald. It suits your skin.â
Huo Yunting did not stop slicing through his steak as he answered. He did not even look up at Mo Shan.
âThe ladyâs skin is very fair. Emerald is a very suitable color.â
Tang Mu grinned at Mo Shan, but he could sense the odd tension at the table.
Isnât this man Lu Zhaoyangâs husband?
âWhy thank you, Mr Tang. Since youâre a friend of Zhaoyang, you should come with her when we get married!â Mo Shan raised her wine glass to Tang Mu, but her eyes were on Lu Zhaoyang when she said, âSister, your friendâs a wonderful person!â
Lu Zhaoyangâs heart sank. She dared not look at Huo Yunting as she replied as calmly as possible, âYes, heâs a good man.â
She stuck another piece of food into her mouth, but no matter how delicious it really was, it tasted like wax.
For some reason, she thought Mo Shan was trying to imply something, but she could not say why.
Huo Yunting never agreed to marry her. Why would she bring this up out of the blue?
âOf course! Iâd like to attend your wedding, but Zhaoyang might not bring me with her. Her husbandâs here, what if he got jealous?â
Tang Mu joked as he raised his glass at Huo Yunting and swallowed a gulp.
Husband? Lu Zhaoyangâs husband?
What kind of nonsense is he talking about?
Mo Shan smiled awkwardly and said, âMr Tang, I think youâre mistaken. They are siblings, not a couple.â
âBut last time ââ
âLast time you were mistaken!â Lu Zhaoyang interrupted Tang Mu. She put down her fork and knife and picked up her napkin to wipe her mouth, all to hide how uncomfortable she felt when lying.
âNo way, I thought he called you âdearâ just now?â
Tang Mu looked at them two in confusion. He could not understand this complicated relationship.
Mo Shan looked at Huo Yunting. When she was playing the piano, the man she loved had called another woman âdearâ!
Haha, who does Lu Zhaoyang think she is?
Huo Yunting threw a careless side glance at Tang Mu, and then leaned toward Lu Zhaoyang. He could see her body visibly turn rigid.
Even so, he smiled and uttered slowly, âMy dear...â
Mo Shan and Lu Zhaoyang felt their chest tighten in suspense.
Huo Yunting finished his sentence. â... sister.â
My dear sister.