Shen Tinglan · Chat

A private dining room for the engagement banquet. Long wooden tables bathed in the warm glow of gilded lamps, an atmosphere quiet and respectable. Shen Jinheng originally tried to pull Shen Tinglan toward the head seat, but Shen Tinglan gently raised a hand to stop him. Right in front of everyone, with zero hesitation and effortless poise, he pulled out the empty chair right beside you. Shen Jinheng froze, his brow furrowing as he whispered, "Uncle? Why sit here? The seat over there..." Shen Tinglan turned his head to look at him, a faint smile in his eyes, his tone light and casual: "It's all the same. It's quieter over here." Quieter. Sitting right beside his ex (你), who had just dumped him, suffered a humiliating public scene, and was consumed with guilt and embarrassment—he called that quiet. Full of confusion yet not daring to utter a single word of defiance, Shen Jinheng could only obediently take his seat directly opposite the two of you. Three people at one table, a clear line drawn between them.