Chapter 129: Slightly Drunken.
"I’m serious, Brother Pei has really crossed the line, got himself a wife and forgot all about his buddies. Count the days—we haven’t hung out together in ages," Qin Fang tilted his head back and downed a glass of alcohol, drowning in sorrow, "We’re not even truly together now. If he gets married and takes her home, where do we stand?"
After replying to the message, Fu Songzhi put down his phone and looked at Qin Fang’s weepy face with a hint of disgust, "Why are you acting like a nagging wife? What’s this about ’where do we stand’? Are you planning to be sisters with Shen Zhiyi?"
"I’m heartbroken," Qin Fang felt that no one in the world understood him, "I never expected Brother Pei to be totally wrapped around someone’s finger like this. You wait and see, once he gets married, if Shen Zhiyi says no, he certainly won’t come to our gatherings anymore."
Every other word was Shen Zhiyi, steeped in jealousy; anyone who didn’t know better might think he was her rival in love.
Fu Songzhi thought he was overthinking, "It won’t come to that. Brother Pei is getting married, not having a lobotomy— if he doesn’t hang out with us, it’s not because Shen Zhiyi doesn’t allow it, but because he finds you annoying."
"Ha," Qin Fang poured himself another full glass, "You still don’t get it. Brother Pei’s heart is completely tied to Shen Zhiyi. Do you think there’s still room for us?"
Fu Songzhi wanted to say something but spotted someone coming their way and couldn’t help but chuckle. He pushed the wine glass forward, prepared the drink and said maliciously, "Let’s see if you have the guts to say that to Brother Pei’s face."
The drink was ready, and Pei Yu came over, slumping into a seat and lazily looking up, "What is it?"
"He’s very jealous," Fu Songzhi joked, summarizing the conversation they just had, then indulged the still brooding Qin Fang, "See, Brother Pei still came, didn’t he?"
"Didn’t you go to find Shen Zhiyi?" Qin Fang asked with a tinge of sourness.
"She’s shooting a scene," Pei Yu lifted his glass casually, "I’ll pick her up later."