The next day.
Sang Lu woke up close to noon.
She hadn’t set an alarm the night before, letting herself sleep in naturally.
She wanted to be in top form today to deal with the issue between those two boys.
After getting dressed, she sent another message to Feng Yi and Feng Bai before heading out, confirming the time and place.
Truthfully, she had planned this long before the break.
She’d separately checked their schedules—Feng Yi’s was easy to arrange, while Feng Bai’s took some waiting.
Fortunately, this week, the variety show he was filming had a few days off, so Feng Bai had time to come into the city.
At 3 p.m., Sang Lu arrived first at the agreed-upon café.
She had barely sat down for five minutes when the chime of the doorbell rang.
Glancing up, she saw Feng Bai at the entrance.
Feng Bai wore a baseball cap, his face half-hidden behind a mask, his downturned eyes scanning the room with a lost expression.
Sang Lu waved at him, and his eyes brightened slightly as he walked straight over.
"Eldest sister-in-law," Feng Bai greeted politely, pulling out the chair to her right and sitting down.
"Whoa—" Sang Lu leaned back slightly, eyes widening. "You’ve gotten even darker since I last saw you."
Summer had arrived, and Feng Bai was dressed in a dark gray short-sleeved T-shirt, his arms only a few shades lighter than the fabric.
But it was clear—his once slender, boyish arms now faintly showed muscle definition.
A sure sign of countless swings of a hoe.
Feng Bai grinned, flashing white teeth, his tone sunny and carefree.
"Eldest sister-in-law, what’s the occasion for meeting up?"
His smile made Sang Lu pause for a few seconds.
This Feng Bai was nothing like the gloomy, lifeless teenager who used to drift around like a ghost.
"Order something first—"
Instead of answering, she pulled out her phone to scan the menu and slid it toward him.
"—Get a lot. You won’t have this kind of food back in the fields."
Feng Bai burst into laughter.
"Eldest sister-in-law, you make it sound like we’re in a refugee camp. The food’s great there—even the corn’s sweeter than the stuff out here. I’ll send some to you and eldest brother when I go back."
"Good." Sang Lu smiled warmly, nodding.
Her heart swelled with emotion once again.
Farming was good. Farming was wonderful!
The third young master of the Feng family, happy just munching on corn.
It was enough to bring a tear to one’s eye.
Just as Sang Lu was getting sentimental, a loud motorcycle roar erupted outside.
Vroom—vroom—
The sound grew closer.
Feng Bai, seated by the floor-to-ceiling window, didn’t even turn around before his face instinctively scrunched up.
His expression practically screamed: People who ride motorcycles are insane.
Sang Lu caught his reaction, her hand under the table tightening into a fist.
It really was time to clear up the misunderstanding between him and Feng Yi.
The kid was already hating motorcycles by association.
Outside the café, a matte-black motorcycle carelessly tilted to the side.
Feng Yi pushed open the café door, helmet tucked under his arm, his gaze sweeping the room with a look of utter disdain.
Then his eyes landed on Sang Lu waving at him, and his expression softened instantly.
He lifted his chin in greeting.
"Eldest sister-in-law."
At the sound of movement behind him, Feng Bai, who had been studying the menu, froze mid-glance.
She invited him too?
Feng Yi mirrored the same stunned expression when his gaze shifted and landed on Feng Bai. His steps halted.
Sang Lu urged, "Come on, what are you standing around for? Hurry up—"
Feng Yi reluctantly walked over and pulled out the chair to her left.
The moment he sat down, he was face-to-face with Feng Bai.
He dropped his helmet onto the table, his chin tilted defiantly.
Feng Yi: "Why’s he here?"
Feng Bai: "If I’d known he was coming, I wouldn’t have bothered."
Two equally hostile voices hit Sang Lu’s ears simultaneously.
Zzzt—zzzt—
Their gazes clashed in midair, sparks practically flying.
Sang Lu took a quiet breath.
"I know you both really want to argue, but hold that thought—"
She raised a hand in a stopping motion.
"—Let me say a few things first."
The electric tension fizzled for another second before cutting off.
Both pairs of eyes turned to Sang Lu.
Feng Yi: Don’t get it, but I’ll humor her.
Feng Bai: Annoyed, but fine, I’ll wait.
Right then, the server arrived with the juice Sang Lu had ordered earlier.
Remembering a scene from a movie, she lifted her glass and gave it a little swirl.
With a faint smile, she said,
"Today, we’re all gathered here for the sake of the misunderstanding you two have had since childhood—"
Feng Yi raised a brow. "Misunderstanding?"
Feng Bai crossed his arms. "What misunderstanding?"
Sang Lu hadn’t even finished her line before they cut in.
"Ahem!" She cleared her throat sharply, her gaze suddenly turning stern. "Can you let me finish first?"
The two at the table blinked in unison.
That look… Why does it feel like eldest brother just possessed her?
There was a chilling edge to it—genuinely intimidating.
Feng Yi gestured. "Go ahead, eldest sister-in-law."
Feng Bai nodded. "I’m listening."
Sang Lu shot them both a glare before diving in.
"The reason I called you here today is to give you both a piece of my mind. You’re grown men in your twenties, yet you act like elementary school kids…"
Feng Yi stiffened. Inner monologue: Why is she scolding us?
Feng Bai: Inner monologue: Just turned twenty, not ‘twenties,’ thanks.
In their momentary daze, their eyes accidentally met.
The second they made contact—
Zzzt—zzzt—
The electric tension reignited.
Both scoffed coldly and looked away.
Sang Lu sighed.
No point wasting time on a fancy intro. Might as well cut to the chase.
"I’ve talked to each of you separately, so I know the full picture. Now, I’ll ask questions, and you just answer ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ No unnecessary comments. Let’s keep this efficient."
She turned to Feng Bai first.
"When you were in kindergarten, were you afraid of bugs?"
Feng Bai hesitated, then nodded. "Yes."
Sang Lu: "That bag of leaves you thought Feng Yi crushed? He was actually stomping on the bugs for you because he knew you were scared. He just accidentally wrecked the leaves too."
Feng Bai’s pupils dilated, his brows knitting in confusion.
Before he could process it, Sang Lu continued.
"And in elementary school, the rabbit you had—it wasn’t Feng Yi who killed it. It ran out and ate something it shouldn’t have. Feng Yi buried it before you got home because he didn’t want you to see it and be upset."
Feng Bai’s eyes widened further, his entire body stiffening as he slowly turned to Feng Yi.
Feng Yi shot him a lazy glance. "What are you looking at me for?"
Feng Bai: "Is what eldest sister-in-law said true?"
Feng Yi scoffed. "Obviously. You think we’d team up to lie to you? Are you stupid?"
Normally, Feng Bai would’ve fired back instantly at Feng Yi’s sharp tone.
But now, the foundation of his years-long resentment had just crumbled.
He didn’t know what to say.
His mind was nothing but question marks.
Is this real?
Is eldest sister-in-law telling the truth?
He looked blankly between Sang Lu and Feng Yi.
Behind his mask, his entire face had gone rigid.
Sang Lu’s expression was dead serious—no hint of a lie.
And she wouldn’t go out of her way to trick him like this.
So then… all these years… had he been…?
Feng Bai was in a daze, his eyes fixed blankly on Feng Yi as he spoke haltingly, his words stumbling:
"You... why didn't you tell me?"
Feng Yi lazily crossed his legs, his gaze drifting idly around the café before finally settling on Feng Bai:
"Huh? You talking to me?"
He raised an eyebrow and scoffed.
"I did tell you. You were too busy running off to tattle, crying so loud—how was I supposed to know if you even heard?"
Feng Bai choked up, speechless: "..."
Feng Yi couldn’t stand the awkward tension and turned to Sang Lu instead.
"Big sis, why’d you have to go and tell him all this? I already said he’s a snitch and a white-eyed—"
"Sorry."
Feng Yi’s insult died on his lips. His expression froze, eyes widening in shock as he stared at Feng Bai.
"Sorry..." Feng Bai repeated, his head bowed.
Feng Yi could hardly believe it.
Did this kid just apologize?
Was he hearing things?
Was that really Feng Bai under that mask?
Not some actor Sang Lu hired to play him, right?
Clap. Clap. Clap.
A slow, deliberate round of applause broke the silence from the table.
Both of them paused and turned toward the sound.
Sang Lu leaned forward with a bright smile.
"Good, good, good—"
She glanced left at Feng Yi:
"See? You’re actually a caring big brother deep down. Why bother pretending to be all cool and indifferent?"
Then she glanced right at Feng Bai:
"And you—why not just ask directly instead of letting things fester? Right?"
Sang Lu grinned, grabbing both their hands and stacking them together in an old-fashioned gesture.
"Now that everything’s out in the open, no more sulking, okay~?"
