The rest of the dinner went by on a surprisingly peaceful note.
Tian Renfeng did not return, and no one questioned his absence. Not openly. And even though Feng Tian wanted to leave, she didn't dare voice it, not with the look on Feng Zhou's face that clearly said, I dare you to.
Hao Junjie, however, made his presence impossible to ignore.
Somewhere between his third and fourth drink, he loudly declared his intention to stay the night at the Feng residence, citing "strategic inconvenience" and "emotional distress" with a level of sincerity that fooled absolutely no one.
Feng Zhou's patience wore thin within seconds.
The outcome was swift.
By the time Feng Tian stepped out of the mansion, Hao Junjie's protests were already fading into the distance.
With a long exhale, she slipped into the backseat of the waiting car without a word.
The door closed softly behind her.
And then—
the world outside began to move.
