AFMVSS – CH05, P1

In the bright and spacious mahjong room, the walnut wood mahjong machine finally had a moment’s rest after long hours of operation.

The other two friends had either gone to the restroom or were smoking on the balcony. Chu Haoqi was bored and was about to chat idly with Feng Mingzhang when he noticed the man was on a phone call.

The bright yellow indoor lighting outlined the man’s features clearly and distinctly.

From Chu Haoqi’s angle, he could see his well-defined profile and perfectly angled jawline.

Feng Mingzhang had always been the most popular with girls among the four of them.

High brow bone, straight nose bridge, thin lips that were naturally red without makeup, thick eyebrows that were naturally dark without drawing.

His natural facial advantages, combined with his superior physique, made him exude masculine charm everywhere. He looked very much like a Hong Kong-style handsome man from the 1980s.

Chu Haoqi used to not understand this – it was what a girl who had once pursued Feng Mingzhang relentlessly had told him.

—Of course, she had also said that the only reliable thing about Feng Mingzhang was his face.

Every time Chu Haoqi heard such comments, he couldn’t help but frown.

He moved closer with the thought that “Feng Mingzhang must be discussing business this late at night,” thinking to himself that those people outside always underestimated him.

But he discovered things weren’t quite what he had imagined.

“Mm, going back to the old mansion tomorrow.”

“What time? Depends on your mood, but we should make it for lunch.”

“Probably nothing much, just having a meal.”

…

Chu Haoqi’s eyes lit up.

Damn, this is big news.

Remembering yesterday’s phone call when he suddenly said “sending my wife home,” Chu Haoqi immediately deduced that this call was no simple matter.

It had been almost a year since they got married, but Feng Mingzhang had never mentioned his nominal wife. The brothers had almost thought it was just an engagement and they hadn’t gotten their certificate yet.

But how had things progressed so rapidly now, jumping straight to VIP premium access to this level?!

He was obviously more excited than the person involved, constantly gesturing with lip movements beside him.

“Put it on speaker! Put! On! Speaker!”

Feng Mingzhang glanced at him but didn’t comply, continuing to listen to Chu Shuangye speak.

His tone was flat, answering whatever she asked.

“Now? I’m out playing now, not coming home tonight.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Haoqi beside him started knocking on the table, his lip movements exaggerated and urgent: “Quick, say it’s just a few guys, no one else around!”

Feng Mingzhang: “…”

He frowned and was stunned for a moment, not immediately understanding what Chu Haoqi meant.

Chu Haoqi wanted to snatch the phone and talk to his sister-in-law himself.

Big brother, even if you’ve never eaten pork, you should have seen pigs run, right?

Even if you’ve never been in love, you can’t possibly not know how to report your whereabouts, right?

Calling your wife late at night, boldly saying you’re out playing and not coming home, without explaining the gender situation of who you’re with.

This blockhead’s brain isn’t working – no wonder sister-in-law hasn’t bothered with him for a whole year!

“Say it quickly! Say you’re with men!”

Feng Mingzhang looked at him with a complex expression, then cleared his throat lightly and uncomfortably added, “Playing cards with three brothers, sleeping here tonight.”

Then he stood up and went to the tea table nearby, distancing himself from Chu Haoqi’s eavesdropping.

Soon a clear, pleasant female voice came from the other end.

“I know, you definitely wouldn’t lie to me.” Her tone carried no hint of suspicion, as if she wouldn’t overthink it even if he didn’t explain.

Feng Mingzhang picked up a pair of walnuts from the table, glancing at Chu Haoqi who had indeed followed over to eavesdrop again.

Too lazy to bother with him, he continued responding to Chu Shuangye’s words in his usual indifferent manner.

“Mm.”

—Though he didn’t know where the certainty in her tone just now came from.

“Then you have to come pick me up tomorrow morning.”

Feng Mingzhang’s hand paused while rotating the walnuts, finally adding some fluctuation to his tone.

“…Pick you up?”

Normally, when it came to this kind of family banquet, Chu Shuangye wouldn’t come with Feng Mingzhang.

She loved running to Quan Yao’s office every few days, usually bringing love lunch boxes, and at times like this would ask Quan Yao to give her a ride to the old mansion.

Although Feng Mingzhang didn’t care or pay attention, he still knew some of this.

But this time—