Who's that?

Fei Huangjin sipped on his whiskey with his eyebrows furrowed together into a frown. The conversation with his friends took a backseat and was already lost somewhere in his mind as he recalled the earlier predicament with Su Jianjun.

He didn't like that guy. He didn't like it that the man's parting words got to him, either.

"Huangjin."

"Bro!"

His eyes darted from Xiao Yifeng to Zhang Zihan with a dumbfounded look on his face. "What?"

The two men looked at each other before one flashed him a look of confusion and the other with exasperation. Zhang Zihan was the first one to speak up.

"We were talking about you and Secretary Ying. Were you even listening?" His lips thinned as he reached over to pour more whiskey into Fei Huangjin's glass. He firmly believed in the saying "in vino veritas," or to put it simply, people talk more or speak the truth with alcohol in their system.

Xiao Yifeng squinted his eyes at him and sighed. "You've been spacing out a lot tonight. What's up?" Between the two, he was always the more sensitive one.

"Do you two remember Su Jianjun?" Fei Huangjin took another sip of his whiskey and cocked his head to look at them.

There was a blank look on Zhang Zihan's face as he stared back at him. "Who's that?"

Fei Huangjin grimaced and turned to Xiao Yifeng instead. Expectedly, he nodded his in reply. "The only son of the Su's. He used to follow us around when we were kids."

This jogged Zhang Zihan's memory and his face lit up in recognition. "Oh that boy!" He snapped his fingers and pointed at Fei Huangjin with a grin. "Yeah, yeah, I remember him. That stalker boy who stole one of my inventions. You used to bully him."

"I did not. Yifeng did."

"We all did. Well, it was more of outcasting him instead of bullying. I still don't understand why he was trying so hard to get into our circle." Xiao Yifeng looked away and picked up his own glass of whiskey. For some reason, that boy, Su Jianjun, followed them around wherever they went, sometimes even taking their things and collecting them -- it was, in fact, somewhere in between stalking and obsessive behavior. Sometimes they tolerated it but sometimes he'd blow up and tell him to get lost.

He took a sip of the whiskey, feeling it burn through his throat.

"Why'd you bring him up?" He asked.

Fei Huangjin fixed his gaze unto the distance, his fingers rubbing his jaw. "He's back. And he's different."

Laughter peeled out from Zhang Zihan's mouth. "By different, do you mean taller and better-looking? Because I assure you, he's not gonna look better than me." Zihan used to be the quietest one when they were kids, preferring books and toy robots over company. But now, years later, the other two couldn't even shut him up.

"It appears his family has taken over Changsu last night. Moreover, I invited him over for a drink with us and he actually declined." Fei Huangjin pursed his lips in thought. "I remember him being very eager to get an invitation from us as kids."

Xiao Yifeng frowned and nodded. He thought this was unusual, too. "Changsu? That's impossible. The Su family may have established it with the Chang's, but they only hold a small portion of shares."

"Not anymore," Fei Huangjin turned to him with an icy stare. "Su Jianjun is the new director of Changsu."

Zhang Zihan sat back. "Wow."

"I had Guan Ting investigate the matter. It seems that suddenly, the Su family now holds 42% of the shares. We haven't figured out how it ended up that way overnight."

"Nothing's done overnight. Something's suspicious about this." Xiao Yifeng remarked.

The three had nothing to say for a while. The only sounds in the room were the clinking of ice against glass and the occasional swish of whiskey.

"By the way," Fei Huangjin's lips suddenly perked up, and his mood became vastly different from the one he had a while ago. "I'm getting married."

The statement made Zhang Zihan choke on his drink, and Xiao Yifeng reached over to pat his back. He coughed up the liquid until his eyes watered, and when he had recovered, his eyes were glistening wide and unblinking as they focused on Fei Huangjin. "With Secretary Ying? Already?"

Marriage. That was one hell of a scary word, he thought.