Yu Jinheng stood there, looking at Cen Yu under the moonlight and Yu Xinyu who was holding him.

With his excellent eyesight, he could easily see that Yu Xinyu was wrapping her arms around Cen Yu's waist and rubbing the tattoo on his lower abdomen through his clothes.

Yu Jinheng couldn't help but picture the tattoo on Cen Yu's lower abdomen, the snake bone running down his abdominal muscles and biting into a rotten apple... a handsome young man.

He didn't care about Yu Xinyu's gaze, but just looked at Cen Yu and smiled.

His smile sent a chill down Cen Yu's spine, making him feel like he was about to get into serious trouble.

"I left a little early, I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence."

Yu Jinheng didn't stay long at the previous meal. After eating a few bites, he excused himself and left, saying he wasn't feeling well. As soon as he left, the atmosphere relaxed a bit. After chatting casually for a while, the meal, which had been so unsettling, finally came to an end.

"My brother isn't in good health, so it's better for him to stay home more at night," Yu Xinyu said with a smile.

He didn't let go of Cen Yu, still leaning against her like a pendant.

Yu Jinheng's expression remained unchanged. "Of course I still need to go out and move around a bit, otherwise what's the difference between me and a dead person?"

"Brother, that joke isn't funny at all."

Cen Yu listened to the two brothers exchanging pleasantries, sweating profusely.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but even though Yu Xinyu's voice was gentle and Yu Jinheng's demeanor was elegant and reserved, he still had the strange feeling that two snakes were flicking their tongues at each other.

He was truly powerless to deal with the two brothers, and could only cough.

"I feel like smoking."

"You two brothers talk."

After saying that, he pulled away from Yu Xinyu's arm that was around him, and made an excuse to go to the other side, leaving some space for the two brothers to talk.

As the two watched Cen Yu's retreating figure, almost fleeing, Yu Jinheng said emotionlessly, "He was scared away."

“Isn’t it the eldest brother’s fault?” Yu Xinyu looked at Yu Jinheng. “Xiao Yu is easily frightened.”

Yu Jinheng didn't speak. The night wind blew the coat he was wearing. After a long while, he said to Yu Xinyu, "Be careful."

After saying that, he walked past Yu Xinyu and prepared to leave.

Yu Xinyu watched his older brother brush past him, then turned to look at Yu Jinheng. He didn't ask Yu Jinheng what his attitude was towards Cen Yu, because there was no need to ask. The two brothers had always been the same.

...

Cen Yu made an excuse to leave.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and prepared to light it, but he didn't expect that because he was wearing Yu Xinyu's clothes, he didn't bring a lighter.

Going back to get it now would be a bit foolish.

Besides, he wasn't a heavy smoker; saying he wanted to smoke was just an excuse to leave.

So he simply stood there, a cigarette dangling from his lips but not lit, waiting for the two brothers to finish speaking before going back.

He stood there for a while, then saw Qiang Yuanqing again—

Qiang Yuanqing seemed a little drunk at this moment, but only slightly tipsy, so he stood there sobering up.

Cen Yu wasn't familiar with him, and he was also exhausted that night, so he didn't bother to greet him. He just stood in the shadows, thinking he would go back when it was almost time.

He hadn't expected to run into Qiang Yuanqing, but he didn't expect Qiang Yuanqing to be walking this way.

However, the other party obviously didn't see him and probably wanted to go back to the villa along the path he had just taken—if he went that way, wouldn't he run into the two Yu brothers?

Cen Yu felt a headache coming on.

Just as Qiang Yuanqing was about to walk over, he finally spoke—

"Hey," he called to Qiang Yuanqing, "Is there a fire?"

Because she had already drunk a little too much and wasn't quite lucid, Qiang Yuanqing was almost startled by the person hiding in the darkness.

When he saw who was standing there, he couldn't help but frown—

"What are you doing standing here in the middle of the night?"

Cen Yu raised her chin at him, "Didn't you see? Smoking."

Qiang Yuanqing ignored him and was about to walk back where she had originally gone when Cen Yu grabbed her arm again—

Cen Yu took the cigarette out of his mouth with one hand and made a "shh" gesture with the other. "Those two brothers over there are talking." He released Qiang Yuanqing's arm as he spoke. "Do you have a light? Can I borrow one?"

Cen Yu was standing in a spot where the trees cast their shadows.

This left only half of his body bathed in moonlight.

Perhaps because it was night, he lost interest in pretending and leaned lazily to the side, looking at Qiang Yuanqing with a relaxed posture, completely unlike the lunatic he had been that morning.

Qiang Yuanqing felt he was probably still drunk and his mind wasn't quite clear. Looking at the other person's calm profile and arrogant attitude that seemed to disdain everyone, a strange thought inexplicably crossed his mind: that he would think he'd lost his mind once he sobered up.

No wonder Yu Xinyu was so desperate for him.

Qiang Yuanqing smelled slightly of alcohol; he seemed to be truly drunk.

He took out his lighter from his pocket, and instead of handing it directly to Cen Yu, he lit it and presented it to Cen Yu.

Cen Yu didn't mind. He put the unlit cigarette back in his mouth and brought it closer to the flame that Qiang Yuanqing had offered.

The lighters in their hands became a rare source of light in the area.

Qiang Yuanqing looked at Cen Yu's indifferent profile. The other party seemed to care about nothing. The beauty mark under his eye looked even more like a tear stain in the dim light.

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