The meeting continued in the afternoon. Lu Jingshen was still uneasy. He did not criticize as aggressively as he had in the morning. Instead, he was silent and even a little absent-minded.
At six o'clock, Liu Jie knocked on the office door, asked him what he wanted to eat in the evening, and prepared to order food.
Lu Jing took a deep look at the time displayed on the computer screen and said tiredly, "Let's get off work."
Liu Jie was a little surprised, and then said, "Okay, then I'll go ask Lao Wang to drive the car out."
Lu Jingshen nodded and motioned Liu Jie to go out first.
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and cleared his mind. After a while, he opened his eyes again, tidied up his desk, stood up, took his coat from the hanger, and walked out.
It snowed heavily in the evening. Lu Jingshen sat in the car and looked out the window. The snow was still falling. Pedestrians on the street hurried past, and no one stopped for anyone.
The coldness and depression make life unbearable.
Before entering the house, he hesitated for a moment. When he put his finger on the fingerprint lock, countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
When I pushed open the door, the house was brightly lit. Feng Si was frying steak in the kitchen, talking to someone on the phone with his shoulder.
"Let's talk about it later. I may not have time. Send me the address and I'll go over for a couple of drinks when I'm free."
Lu Jing's nerves, which had been tense all the way, suddenly relaxed.
Feng Si hung up the phone, looked up and saw him, raised his chin and said, "You came back early today. Dinner is ready. Go wash your hands and come eat."
Lu Jingshen stepped forward: "...What are you doing?"
Feng Si: "Didn't you see it? Fried steak."
He pointed to the side, where there were other freshly prepared dishes, all simple Western food.
"Just eat something, I'm too lazy to cook."
Seeing that he looked normal, Lu Jingshen felt very nervous and didn't know what to say.
Before entering the room, he had anticipated countless possibilities, and was even mentally prepared for Feng Si not to come back. The only thing he didn't expect was that Feng Si's attitude would be like this, neither salty nor bland, and he avoided mentioning it, as if what happened in the morning had never happened to him.
Seeing Lu Jingshen standing still, Feng Si urged him with a smile: "Aren't you hungry? You came back at this time, you must have already had dinner at the company, right? Why don't you go wash your hands?"
"Have you been at home since you came back at noon?" Lu Jingshen asked hesitantly.
Feng Si: "Ah, it's cold outside, there's nowhere to go."
Lu Jingshen: "What happened in the morning..."
"Don't mention this," Feng Si interrupted him, "It's so boring."
Lu Jing pursed his lips, said nothing more, and turned to wash his hands.
During the meal, Lu Jingshen still said "sorry" to Feng Si.
Feng Si asked him, "How many times are you going to apologize to me today? Mr. Lu, don't you have any other tricks?"
Lu Jingshen looked embarrassed: "I don't know what to say."
"Then don't say it."
Feng Si said this while leisurely cutting his steak, making it clear that he didn't want to continue this topic.
Lu Jingshen had no choice but to give up.
He hadn't eaten anything since lunch, and he still had no appetite. He barely ate two bites of steak, and Feng Si put down his knife and fork: "I'm going to take a shower first."
As they passed by each other, Lu Jingshen reached out and grabbed him: "Are you going out tonight? I just heard that you have a date..."