Sang Lu never expected that finding the right piece of clothing would be such a challenge for Feng Yan, who was otherwise invincible in the business world.
She had already explained it in great detail, hadn’t she?
Yet every photo Feng Yan sent back was of a completely different item.
He couldn’t tell avocado green from mint green, nor tomato red from dried rose red.
And he even had the audacity to retort—
[Feng: Is there a difference?]
Fine.
Sang Lu: facepalm.jpg
This was on her.
She shouldn’t have thrown such a difficult question at him.
She should’ve known—to men, all lipstick shades are just "red."
But now wasn’t the time to dwell on this.
Putting an end to this ridiculous little episode, Sang Lu dialed Feng Yi’s number.
She had saved his contact after running into him at the mall when he accidentally damaged Qiao Xi’s cello.
The call connected, and the sound of rushing wind filled her ears.
"Where are you?" Sang Lu asked.
"Huh?" Feng Yi sounded confused.
"I’m at Qilan too. I just saw you. Where are you right now? I need to ask you something—I’ll come find you."
On the other end, Feng Yi paused, then after a delayed reaction, asked someone nearby before giving her a location. The moment he finished, the line went dead with a beep.
Sang Lu hung up and sighed heavily.
Ugh!
Her perfect weekend was ruined by these two infuriating brothers.
Complaints aside, she quickly set off for the spot Feng Yi had mentioned.
Qilan was built halfway up the mountain, with no other attractions nearby, leaving an unused winding road that had become a popular spot for racing.
When Sang Lu arrived, Feng Yi was leaning against his motorcycle, scrolling through his phone.
Spotting her approach, he lazily greeted her:
"What’s up, sis-in-law? What brings you here?"
His tone was slightly more restrained than usual, but still annoyingly smug.
Sang Lu glanced around.
"Who did you come with?"
What she really wanted to ask was whether he’d run into Feng Bai and Qiao Xi, but that would’ve been too direct, so she opted for a roundabout approach.
Feng Yi gave her a strange look. "Friends. Who else?"
He seemed relaxed, nothing like someone who’d just witnessed Feng Bai and Qiao Xi together. Sang Lu exhaled in relief.
She pressed on, "Where are you heading later?"
"Since when did you switch careers to census-taking?" Feng Yi raised an eyebrow. "You show up and start grilling me with questions."
Sang Lu’s expression suddenly turned serious.
Noticing the shift in her gaze, Feng Yi dropped his careless demeanor and jerked his chin toward Qilan’s floating observation deck in the distance.
"Gonna do a couple more laps, then grab food."
His voice was calm, but with the sun glaring into his eyes, his deep frown made him look downright irritated to an outsider.
Meanwhile, up on the observation deck…
A group of people were posing for photos by the railing, silk scarves fluttering in the wind.
Zhuang Xiao’s gaze suddenly sharpened as she spotted a familiar figure.
"Isn’t that Sang Lu? What’s she doing down there?"
Zhuang’s Mother followed her line of sight and gasped.
"And who’s that man next to her?"
Zhuang Xiao snorted. "Her brother-in-law, the second young master of the Feng family—Feng Yi."
Hearing this, Third Uncle and Second Aunt’s eyes lit up.
They abandoned their photo session, pressing against the railing to get a better look.
"Sang Lu’s brother-in-law? A rich heir from a wealthy family?"
"Why’s he scowling at her like that? He looks so annoyed!"
Zhuang’s Mother sneered. "That’s just how it is. You saw her temper today—who would like her? I bet the whole Feng family can’t stand her."
The words, paired with Feng Yi’s naturally rebellious resting face, made the assumption seem plausible.
Unaware of the scrutiny, Sang Lu and Feng Yi continued their conversation below.
Sang Lu cut to the chase: "Give me Feng Bai’s number."
"Why would I have his—" Feng Yi’s eyebrows shot up.
"Just hurry up!"
Sang Lu wasn’t in the mood for his evasiveness and snapped impatiently.
Even if their relationship was strained, they were still brothers. There was no way he didn’t have Feng Bai’s contact saved.
Under her insistent glare, Feng Yi reluctantly recited the number from memory.
Sang Lu blinked in surprise.
She’d expected him to pull out his phone and look it up—not rattle it off instantly.
After saving the number, she tossed out a warning: "Your brother’s on his way. He might want to have dinner with you, so don’t wander off. Keep an eye on your phone."
With that, she left Feng Yi standing there bewildered.
On her way back, Sang Lu’s mind buzzed with questions.
First, there was that time Feng Bai nearly slipped up and called Feng Yi "second brother" in front of her. Now, Feng Yi had recited Feng Bai’s number without hesitation.
Something was off about these two.
Their rivalry might not be as deep as it seemed.
Was there some misunderstanding between them?
Lost in thought, Sang Lu headed toward the villa district of Qilan, pondering how to approach Feng Bai in her call.
Suddenly—
A voice called out to her.
"Sis-in-law?"
Feng Bai stood there, his signature headphones draped around his neck, while Qiao Xi stood beside him with her cello case and an old vinyl record clutched to her chest.
Both pairs of eyes were fixed on her.
Sang Lu froze.
Before she could even attempt to fake a casual encounter, Qiao Xi’s face brightened with recognition.
"Oh! It’s you—we met at the mall that time…"
Sang Lu: "..."
This was bad.
She’d been recognized.
Feng Bai had just called her "sis-in-law," just like Feng Yi had at the mall.
Now, if these two exchanged even a few words, Feng Bai would realize—he and Feng Yi both had feelings for Qiao Xi.
Just as Sang Lu thought things couldn’t get worse…
They did.
The roar of a motorcycle engine grew louder.
Feng Yi skidded to a stop nearby, his voice muffled through his helmet:
"Hey, sis-in-law, what did you mean earlier about me not wandering off? What’s the big dea—"
His words died as his gaze landed on Qiao Xi and Feng Bai standing side by side.
Then his eyes flicked to Qiao Xi’s cello bag—where a heart-shaped charm swayed, identical to the one peeking out from Feng Bai’s pocket.
Sang Lu’s head spun.
Game over.
The inevitable plotline had arrived.
And to make things worse…
These three had ended up in the same place because of her.
Taking a deep breath, Sang Lu wondered if she could still pretend to be a random passerby and slip away unnoticed…
