Yan Renzhong looked deep into Feng Jietang's eyes when he answered, "I wish to marry him."
An unknown emotion stirred in Feng Jietang's heart.
"Eventually, if he would have me," Yan Renzhong added.
Feng Jietang seized a pair of chopsticks lying right next to his hand and tightened his grip around them.
"Okay," he said. "I will take you by your word. If you ever make Little Shen cry again..."
The pair of chopsticks snapped into two with a loud cracking sound.
"...then I am going to kill you for sure."
Yan Renzhong's lips curved into a smile.
"If that happens, you have my permission to kill me."
Feng Jietang scoffed. He respected Yan Renzhong as a worthy rival who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him in several movies and dramas, but he hated Yan Renzhong's guts for hurting Shen Jingwei.
Whatever excuse Yan Renzhong dished out to earn Shen Jingwei's forgiveness, it was still not enough in Feng Jietang's eyes.