When Shen Jingwei returned home that evening, darkness had fallen outside. The house was dimly lit, with only a few lights scattered along the walls.
"Yan Renzhong...?" He called out gingerly.
"Over here," came the reply from the pool area.
Shen Jingwei tossed his bag onto the living room couch and stepped out.
Right at the balcony, a small dining table was set for two. It was adorned with a white linen tablecloth and a centerpiece of flickering candles.
Two wine glasses, each filled with a deep red liquid, stood beside two covered plates and silver cutlery.
Yan Renzhong leaned against the balcony railing, a bottle of wine cradled in his hand, his gaze fixed on Shen Jingwei.
"Hello, Jingbao," he tilted his head to the side with a smile. "Care for some romantic dinner? What's wrong?"
His tone quickly changed when he saw the look on Shen Jingwei's face.
"Oh..."
Shen Jingwei hurriedly whipped up a broken smile.