Feng Yi was furious.
He raised his eyebrows dismissively.
With a casual tone, he retorted,
"Isn't it a waste of money to release an album with your trashy songs? I bet any piece of equipment in your recording studio costs at least hundreds of thousands, right?"
Feng Bai, expressionless, had his hands in his pockets:
"Each of your motorcycle tires costs six figures, and you scrap at least two every month."
Feng Yi leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and shrugged:
"Are you sure you want to settle accounts with me now?"
Feng Bai: "Just stating objective facts."
Feng Yi: "Come on, let's settle it—"
The two were at odds, refusing to back down.
Sang Lu could almost smell the gunpowder in the air.
No wonder these two brothers, who had never seen eye to eye throughout the original plot, could argue at any moment.
And this was before they even started competing for the female lead.
If it really escalated to that point, would they end up stabbing each other in the back?
Sang Lu scanned the surroundings, contemplating which spot would be safer in case they started fighting.
She valued her life and didn't want to get caught in the crossfire.
Suddenly, a light sound of "thud" came from beside her.
Sang Lu turned her head.
She saw Feng Yan placing his chopsticks on the table.
With a cool demeanor, he lifted his eyelids.
His expression was devoid of emotion, naturally exuding a sense of aloof scrutiny.
With just a glance, he silenced the tense atmosphere between the two.
Even though Feng Bai still looked unconvinced and Feng Yi wore a "who's afraid of who" expression, neither dared to continue.
The eldest brother rarely got angry.
But when he did, it was terrifying.
Just being stared at like that made their scalps tingle.
Sang Lu was stunned.
She sighed inwardly: what a powerful bloodline suppression.
The two brothers, who couldn't stand each other, could still maintain a facade of peace and sit at the same table for a meal, all thanks to Feng Yan's ability to keep them in check.
Suddenly...
Sang Lu felt a hint of confusion.
Since they were so afraid of Feng Yan, why did they end up turning against each other in the original plot?
Was it because Feng Yan couldn't control them?
Or could it be...
In the later plot, Feng Yan was no longer around?
The thought flashed through her mind.
Sang Lu was startled and dared not speculate further.
The fragments of that dream were too fragmented, and the parts that had no connection to her were even less known.
At the table,
Old Master Feng noticed that his two grandsons had lost their fighting spirit and wanted to change the subject.
He turned to his grandson Feng Bai:
"Ah Bai, you're twenty now. What are your plans? Are you going to continue writing songs?"
Perhaps because Old Master Feng was acting as a mediator, the two brothers, who had been silenced by Feng Yan's gaze, found an opportunity to retaliate again.
Feng Yi quickly added,
"Old man, what he does isn't called writing songs; it's called making garbage."
Feng Bai looked up in confusion, his eyes drifting around the air:
"Grandpa, was there garbage talking just now?"
From that moment on,
The atmosphere slowly changed again...
Sang Lu, who had been lost in thought just a second ago, was now completely focused on the two.
Listening to their banter like elementary school kids, her muscles tensed up as she tried to suppress her laughter.
Feng Yi glanced over Old Master Feng: "Are you looking for a punch in the face?"
Feng Bai raised his eyelids, speaking slowly:
"Say it again. My songs are an exploration of life, death, and loneliness. Someone like you, who only seeks adrenaline rushes, will never understand."
Old Master Feng tapped the ground with his cane, interrupting:
"Ah Bai! You're only twenty; what are you exploring about death?"
Feng Bai, hands in his pockets, lowered his gaze: "Grandpa, you don't understand. Rap is an expression of emotions, a critique of the mundane."
Feng Bai didn't expect anyone in this family to understand him.
"You should critique yourself first," Feng Yi said.
Old Master Feng also had some objections to Feng Bai's words and was displeased:
"Don't I understand? Haven't I listened to your songs? The moment your album was released, I went to listen, and it nearly deafened me. It's simply—"
Old Master Feng searched his mind for the internet slang he had just learned:
"Simply put, it's... trashy? No, that's not it; it's... what was it again?"
At that moment, Uncle Yue walked up to Old Master Feng.
Uncle Yue was an experienced butler from a wealthy family.
He could remain calm and composed at all times.
He was skilled at handling all unexpected situations for the master.
Not only could he showcase the cultural heritage of the Feng family during important occasions,
but he could also keep up with the times, learning about popular culture that Old Master Feng was interested in, just in case.
For instance, right now.
Uncle Yue slightly bowed beside Old Master Feng and reminded him:
"Master, it's 'trash on a grand scale.'"
"Yes, trash on a grand scale!" Old Master Feng suddenly realized, clapping his hands and laughing, "That's what short videos say!"
He pointed his cane at Feng Bai and repeated:
"You are trash on a grand scale!"
Each word was pronounced clearly and with emphasis.
After he finished, he proudly stroked his beard.
The room fell silent, and no one responded.
Sang Lu: "!"
Uncle Yue's serious face paired with that statement created a heavy sense of incongruity.
Old Master Feng repeated it clearly, directly maximizing the comedic effect.
Sang Lu's face was almost flushed.
Under the table, she was pinching her thigh hard.
Help.
Was this meal some kind of laughter suppression challenge?
She instinctively glanced at Feng Yan.
Noticing Sang Lu's gaze, Feng Yan turned his head to meet her eyes.
Feng Yan remained as calm as ever.
His expression unchanged, he sat relaxed.
Seeing Sang Lu's cheeks flushed, he slightly raised his eyebrows, a hint of barely noticeable confusion crossing his eyes.
Sang Lu was stunned.
Suddenly, she understood.
She realized why Feng Yan could always maintain his icy demeanor and remain calm and unflustered.
Having grown up in such a high-intensity environment filled with confusing dialogues, it was only natural that he wouldn't be surprised by anything.
He had been trained for it.
But Sang Lu was not.
This was her first time witnessing such a scene.
Suppressing her laughter was incredibly difficult.
She saw that after Old Master Feng finished scolding Feng Bai, he had no intention of defending himself.
As if accustomed to the world's misunderstanding,
Feng Bai spoke in a sinister tone, making a bold statement:
"I will prove myself one day. My songs will blow up; just wait..."
Sang Lu: !!!
Help, that line is way too cringy...
If this were truly a laughter suppression challenge,
then it was doomed.
She couldn't hold it in any longer.
She burst out laughing:
"Hahaha, help, I'm going to die laughing! Blow up? In the dream, blow up... Hahahahahaha..."
