Song Jun’s somber expression suddenly turned paler. He clenched his fists at his sides, "I... I can still hold on."
A wise man knows when to adapt.
Compared to going to Wuming Island, Song Jun resolutely turned back into the living room. He walked up to Shen Liannuo and bowed ninety degrees, "Miss Shen, I apologize. I was too blunt just now. I am sorry."
Just as Shen Liannuo was about to say something, she saw the Sheng Muye couple walking in through the door.
Her brow furrowed, her face filled with displeasure. She waved her hand, "Get out. I don't want to see you right now."
"Alright."
Song Jun nodded, immediately turned, and walked out of the living room.
A true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm. This little thing is nothing.
"Why are you here?" Shen Liannuo looked at the two of them, and her anger subsided a bit.
Meng Jingwei looked at the mess on the floor and sighed, "Aren't you afraid you'd tear the house down if we came too late?"
For some reason, Shen Liannuo always felt Meng Jingwei was scolding her, but she couldn't find any proof.
She remembered seeing posts on Weibo and short video apps about huskies "tearing down houses."
"That’s still because of your husband’s romantic debts."
Shen Liannuo sat on the sofa, arms crossed, and snorted unhappily, "I was at Lu Yanming's place. Yun Shasha barged in and started spewing sarcastic remarks, accusing me of seducing Lu Yanming, and even cursed at you. I couldn't stand it, so I slapped her."
After speaking, she cast a disdainful glance at Sheng Muye, "Creating romantic debts everywhere."
Meng Jingwei pursed her lips, smiled, and cast a meaningful glance at Sheng Muye beside her. Then, she skirted around the shattered glass on the floor and sat down next to Shen Liannuo, "You're right, it's his romantic debts. Knowing you're in a bad mood, we bought you some delicious food."
Upon hearing "food," Shen Liannuo perked up, "What delicious food?"
Meng Jingwei placed the handbag on the table and took out a packaged box. "Spicy crayfish, various grilled skewers, sizzling tofu, and chicken leg rice, all snacks you don't have in the Yin clan."
She opened the lid of the packaging box and handed Shen Liannuo two pairs of gloves. "Here, eat quickly. These things don't taste good when they get cold."
"You know me best, Meng Jingwei." Shen Liannuo smiled radiantly, her mood instantly improved.
Sheng Muye walked over and placed two bottles of red wine on the table. "I brought you two bottles of red wine."
"At least you have some conscience." Shen Liannuo was not polite and pointed at the red wine, "Open them for me. I want to drink with Meng Jingwei."
Sheng Muye was taken aback.
Red wine with spicy crayfish?
The strange combinations seemed to be increasing.
He didn't say anything more. He walked to the wine cabinet, opened the red wine, poured it into a decanter, took out two wine glasses, placed them in front of them, and poured the wine for both of them.
"Aren't you eating?"
Shen Liannuo, who was eating spicy crayfish, looked at Sheng Muye and pointed to a box of food, "It's really delicious. Let's eat together!"
Before Sheng Muye could speak, Meng Jingwei explained, "He doesn't like to eat these things. He thinks they're unhygienic."
"It's a shame not to eat such delicious food," Shen Liannuo sighed. "The Yin clan only has mantis shrimp, but mantis shrimp have no meat, and no one thought of putting mantis shrimp on the dining table."
"He only likes to eat king crab, Boston lobster, and at the very least, grass shrimp," Meng Jingwei said, picking up a peeled crayfish and handing it to Sheng Muye. "Try it, it tastes really good. Much better than salmon dipped in wasabi."
Sheng Muye shook his head, clearly resistant. "No, I'm not hungry."
The thought that these crayfish might have been fished out of a gutter made it even harder for him to accept.