The White Moonlight of Three Male Leads - chapter 20

Chapter 20: Feng Chengling

“No, I just came early.”

After Song Yuyan spoke, he noticed the expression on Feng Chengling’s face relaxed significantly.

Feng Chengling pulled out the chair and sat across from him.

“I didn’t expect you to choose Cantonese cuisine,” Feng Chengling said. He had seen how happy Song Yuyan looked eating burgers and fried chicken, so he thought when Song Yuyan said he’d treat him back, it’d be for something like that.

Something like fried chicken, spicy hotpot, or maybe a street food stall with beer—stuff he’d seen in Song Yuyan’s social media posts.

“I actually thought about inviting you for coffee,” Song Yuyan smirked mischievously, “but then I figured, I should wait until you’ve started working.”

Feng Chengling: “Why’s that?”

What kind of food was something you had to earn by graduating first?

Song Yuyan grinned with bad intentions, “So it can help you stay up late working!”

Feng Chengling shook his head, “You probably won’t believe this, but even though I’m busy, I take health seriously. I don’t support all-nighters.”

“I value time and focus on efficiency,” he continued. “So, I’m a pretty boring person.”

Not just a little boring—very boring.

Thinking about it, Feng Chengling couldn’t help but sigh. Who doesn’t want to be an interesting person? But unfortunately, he wasn’t. And what made it worse was that he was painfully aware of it.

Song Yuyan went quiet.

But it didn’t last long. Seeing Feng Chengling’s expression growing increasingly serious, Song Yuyan chuckled unseriously.

“You’ve got one redeeming quality that makes up for all the rest.” Song Yuyan leaned in a little, studying Feng Chengling’s face closely.

Feng Chengling’s jaw tensed. His hands, hidden under the table, clenched tightly to stop himself from doing anything inappropriate.

But every cell in his body was screaming with excitement. He was looking at him—with a gaze that wasn’t just casual, that had a hint of something else.

It was weird to say out loud, but Feng Chengling could feel it—there was something ambiguous in that look.

Song Yuyan had intended to just admire him casually.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t completely casual—he did have some interest in this man. And Feng Chengling wasn’t helping. The deepening gaze, the tense lip line, the subtle bob of that sexy Adam’s apple…

Even if Song Yuyan hadn’t had any improper thoughts at first, with this kind of tension in the air, how could he stay calm?

His gaze shifted, no longer daring to lean in or tease more. He quickly said what he’d intended: “Because you’re handsome.”

Only after Song Yuyan looked away did Feng Chengling manage to calm down.

Although his body had cooled off, he still felt unsatisfied somehow.

Feng Chengling’s dark gaze lingered on Song Yuyan’s face, pausing for a moment on his full lips.

Song Yuyan had beautiful eyes, especially when he smiled—the curve of his lips was perfect, making people want to reach out and touch them.

Feng Chengling looked away. “That’s it?”

What was up with that look? It should’ve been a pure moment, but with the way Feng Chengling averted his gaze, it suddenly felt not-so-innocent anymore.

Song Yuyan pursed his lips, the flush of red making them look even more vibrant. He replied, “For now, yes. But it’s too soon to make conclusions. You can tell if someone’s handsome at a glance, but whether they’re interesting… that takes time.”

The smile on his face deepened, and in a low voice, he added, “It takes long-term understanding and time spent together.”

After speaking, he met Feng Chengling’s direct gaze.

Feng Chengling stared at him without blinking. He let out a soft “Mmm,” a sound low and husky, tinged with a subtle sexiness.

Just then, the waiter came over, and the two stopped talking to order.

Song Yuyan ordered roast goose and honey-glazed char siu—must-haves when eating Cantonese food, in his opinion.

He casually added some vegetable dishes, a dessert, stir-fried rice noodles with beef, and two iced tea drinks.

There was a lot of ice. When the drinks arrived, Feng Chengling picked his up and took several big gulps.

Unlike the stereotypical prim-and-proper rich heir from dramas, Feng Chengling had a grounded, casual way about him—something earned from starting from scratch.

That down-to-earth vibe made Song Yuyan want to laugh.

But his smile faded quickly as his gaze lingered on Feng Chengling’s moving Adam’s apple and his thin lips, beginning to wander again.

The heat in Feng Chengling’s body—built up from time spent with Song Yuyan—cooled somewhat with the iced drink.

He wasn’t a huge fan of lemon tea, but its chill helped soothe his restlessness, so taste wasn’t a priority.

Only then did he notice Song Yuyan watching him.

Feng Chengling casually rubbed the back of his neck, resisting the urge to loosen his tie, and asked calmly:

“Hm?”

Song Yuyan gave a light smile, his eyes shining with warmth, his tone sweet and teasing:

“Ling-ge, I didn’t expect you to like lemon tea so much.”

Feng Chengling replied, “I don’t really like it that much.”

Then he noticed his cup was already half-empty—his own words coming back to slap him in the face.

Not that he minded. He continued, “The Lemon Black Tea from Pizza Hut is better.”

Song Yuyan looked at him. He didn’t seem like someone who frequented Pizza Hut, trying out different drinks.

Seeing the look on his face, Feng Chengling explained, “I used to work there.”

But it wasn’t just for money.

He paid attention to how people spoke, what products they liked. Even if he hadn’t tried many things himself, he had a general idea of what young people enjoyed.

After all, he was young too.

But sometimes he forgot that—only with Song Yuyan did different experiences and longings remind him he was still young.

Song Yuyan smiled, “Sounds great. If they have any promos, let’s go together!”

An excuse to meet again—both of them visibly relaxed.

They turned their attention to the food in front of them.

Maybe because of the good mood, both were very satisfied with the meal.

The light, sweet flavors melted in Feng Chengling’s mouth.

After eating, the two walked up to the register. Feng Chengling took out his wallet, but when he caught the sharp glance of disapproval from Song Yuyan, his hand froze and he quietly put it away.

Only then did Song Yuyan smile again. That’s more like it—he said he was treating, and now Feng Chengling was trying to pay? What were they going to do, wrestle over the bill in public?

On the way back to campus, their conversation flowed easily.

Over the years, Feng Chengling had worked part-time jobs every holiday and dealt with all kinds of people. If he didn’t want awkward silences, there simply weren’t any.

And with Song Yuyan being his junior, they could chat casually about all sorts of things, making the walk feel short.

At a fork in the path, close to parting ways—

Feng Chengling asked, “Want me to walk you the rest of the way?”

He was dressed a bit more casually today—a well-fitted trench coat over a dark shirt and pants, the outfit accentuated with a bright decorative tie.

He looked sharp, his eyes full of quiet emotion—enough to make most people falter.

But Song Yuyan had already built resistance, having endured Yi Xiangrui’s god-like looks.

He lifted his eyes, puzzled.

His face was pale and delicate, and with his gaze raised, it was like stars had fallen into his eyes.

He looked like a charming siren, bewitching without even realizing it.

Song Yuyan said, “Don’t be ridiculous. If you walk me, then I’ll want to walk you back. Then you’ll want to walk me again. If we keep going like that, we’ll be walking all night.”

“Bye.” As he said it, he lifted his phone and waved.

His lips moved soundlessly, and Feng Chengling was left wondering what he had mouthed at the end.

Was it “Call me”? Or “Talk soon”?

He couldn’t stop thinking about it.