Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

The two of them walked to the small garden pavilion behind the building. It was quiet and pleasant here. At the end of the garden stood a stone wall more than two meters high, adding a bit of privacy to the space.

Wei Zhe'an knew that many trainees would secretly smoke here, so it was considered a secret base. This was his first time here, and he looked around curiously.

Xu Wenbin found cigarettes and a lighter at the foot of the pavilion steps with ease and lit a cigarette with skillful technique.

Wei Zhe watched his movements quietly, and the image of Li Jinhe smoking that day involuntarily emerged in his mind. He suddenly realized that if he had the chance, he really wanted to find out why Li Jinhe smoked...

Just as Wei Zhe'an was immersed in this thought, Xu Wenbin slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "You and Li Jinhe are together, right?"

Wei Zhe'an's heart tightened, and the words he had originally wanted to ask were instantly forgotten, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

Xu Wenbin is such a smart person, he can always connect things together through tiny details.

The questions he asked were often tentative, and the reactions of the people being tempted could provide him with the answers, leaving no room for quibbling.

Xu Wenbin smiled gently and said calmly: "Don't be nervous. After all, you have called me dad for so long. I won't say anything to betray you."

He flicked the ash from his cigarette, his eyes revealing an elusive emotion: "Pay attention to yourself. Did you learn the expression management class in vain? Your emotions are almost written on your face."

Wei Zhe'an retorted with a guilty conscience: "You are not much older than me, just about the same age as me."

Xu Wenbin glanced at him, his lips curled up in a smile: "The age difference in heart is also a difference, kid. If my performance was not so obvious, would you come to talk to me alone?"

Wei Zhe'an was a little surprised by his words, and then he carefully recalled the various signs Xu Wenbin had shown since yesterday. Indeed, his little movements and expressions were too obvious, and very different from his usual self.

It turned out to be a trap for myself!

Wei Zhe'an was secretly alert in his heart, and was glad that this man was his friend. If he and Liu Zhenyu were the same kind of people, he would have been caught by him long ago.

He was defeated, and the momentum that he had just wanted to question with confidence disappeared instantly, and he subsided obediently: "I know, Dad... What happened between the two of you that made it so awkward?"

Xu Wenbin was silent for a moment, took a deep breath of cigarette, and then slowly exhaled. Along with the exhaled smoke, his answer also floated in the air: "Tong Yang slept with me, and then he regretted it."

Wei Zhe’an: ???

Wei Zhe'an was confused. His eyes widened, and his face was full of confusion, as if to say "What the hell are you talking about?" He looked at Xu Wenbin and asked, "Huh? What do you mean?"

Xu Wenbin looked at him, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, as if he was looking at an ignorant and foolish son.

Wei Zhe'an's brain was overloaded because of the previous sentence, and the CPU was burned out.

His eyes were full of disbelief as he looked Xu Wenbin up and down. It seemed as if something was wrong with his nerves. He blurted out, "Then should I call you... Mother Bin?"

Xu Wenbin was almost amused by his words. He blew a puff of smoke at Wei Zhe'an and said helplessly, "What are you changing? Stop yelling."

Wei Zhe'an felt that this conversation was just like a dream. He was full of curiosity, but didn't know how to ask.

Xu Wenbin saw his hesitation and confusion, and took the initiative to explain:

"Don't think too much. I'm your father. Tong Yang drank too much that day. After we returned to the room, he was a little sober..." He paused, as if considering his words, "He probably can't be considered very sober."

He omitted many details and gave the result directly: "I thought we were together, but he regretted it after he woke up."

After saying this, he lowered his eyes, exhaled the last puff of his cigarette, and then put it out.

Wei Zhe'an listened to all this in confusion, feeling like he had only read the beginning and the end of a book. He couldn't help but say:

"Dad Bin, you omitted too much content here. You skipped at least ten episodes between the first and second sentences!"

Xu Wenbin was choked by what he said and said helplessly: "Why does a child know so much?"

Wei Zhe'an curled his lips and retorted in a low voice: "Humph, I'm not a child. I have a partner and you don't..."

Xu Wenbin pretended not to hear his whisper, put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned against the pillar of the pavilion, and said with a hint of helplessness:

"Boy, your Yang Ma is avoiding me right now. He stays away from me when I get close to him. I need your help as my wingman."

Wei Zhe'an waved his hand, trying to dispel the smell of cigarettes around him. He looked at Xu Wenbin suspiciously:

"This is all your one-sided story. Yang's mother was drunk at the time. How can I know if you took advantage of her?"

Xu Wenbin pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly, with a hint of self-mockery in his eyes: "Do you think I am such a bad person?"

Wei Zhe'an was actually more inclined to believe Tong Yang, but after spending such a long time with Xu Wenbin, he didn't think Xu Wenbin would do such a thing.

He pursed his lips, his tone a little hesitant: "Then how can I help you? What if Yang's mother really doesn't like you?"

Xu Wenbin's eyes fell on the roof of the pavilion, and his voice was a little ethereal: "He said he likes me."

This sentence seems to lack confidence and makes people feel a little uncertain.

Wei Zhe'an was silent for a moment, as if thinking about how to word it.

Finally, he stammered, "I still have to talk to Yang Ma first. You're too smart. I always feel that Yang Ma will suffer if she's with you."

Xu Wenbin recalled his thoughts and couldn't help but knock on Wei Zhe'an's head: "Is it my fault that I'm smart? Where's the logic in your words?"

Wei Zhe'an rubbed his head aggrievedly: "Then how come you are so smart, you don't know why Yang Ma doesn't want to be with you."

Xu Wenbin turned his head, and his eyes, which Wei Zhe'an could not see, revealed confusion and helplessness.

He is indeed very smart, but in the world of love, how much help can intelligence provide?

"I'm not sure." He sighed and whispered, "I want to have a good talk with him, but you can see that he hides when he sees me."

Wei Zhe'an sat down slowly, resting his elbows on the cool stone table, frowning: "Dad Bin, how can I help you? I feel that Mom Yang is unlikely to tell me these things from her heart."

Xu Wenbin also sat down next to him, with a hint of disappointment in his tone: "At least he is willing to communicate with you. I don't even have the chance to talk to him."