Then she saw him looking somewhat embarrassed as he half-turned away, lowering his head with a happy smile that stretched almost ear to ear. Chen Feng was also smiling nearby, glancing at You Mingxu and giving her a grateful nod.
You Mingxu thought to herself, this master and servant pair—one foolish, the other mad. But thankfully, there was an assistant like Chen Feng; otherwise, who knows what kind of life Yin Feng would be living now.
She also wondered, what was Yin Feng like in the past? So skilled at winning people over. Even his assistant was smooth and tactful without showing it.
Since she had already decided to "cohabit" with Yin Feng, You Mingxu had no reservations left. She was alone in the world with nothing to her name, and there was nothing in her house she couldn't let others see. She simply said, "I'm off to work," and walked out, leaving them to sort things out on their own.
Chen Feng remained polite and composed, nodding slightly. "Take care on the way, and have a smooth workday."
Yin Feng almost immediately ran to the door. You Mingxu had already reached the corner and looked up at him. He stood there watching without a word, pressed against the door like a lapdog, only missing a wagging tail.
You Mingxu finally raised her hand and waved, saying, "Be good." After a pause, she added, "Wait for me to come back after work."
He nodded, then smiled again—so sweetly, so purely.
You Mingxu turned away, unable to hold back a smile herself.
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With the "parent" finally gone, the master and servant both secretly breathed a sigh of relief for no particular reason.
Chen Feng said, "I'll call the movers in." Yin Feng nodded.
Chen Feng made a few calls, and the door swung open. Several movers entered, carefully transferring all the clutter from You Mingxu's unused room to the adjacent empty room exactly as it was. Then cleaners came in to tidy up and handle household chores.
Next, they brought in the globally top-brand children's bed, teen wardrobe, and Yin Feng's clothes that had been purchased the day before. Under Chen Feng's direction, everything proceeded in an orderly fashion.
Yin Feng watched for a while but grew bored. Chen Feng turned on the TV to children's programs for him, but today he wasn't particularly interested. Instead, he wandered around the house, curiously examining every trace of You Mingxu's growth and life.
Living alone, mother deceased, raised in a single-parent household. Outwardly tough but inwardly soft, appearing stubborn and experienced yet genuinely simple. Strong sense of self-protection.
Somehow, these thoughts popped into his head.
He didn't dwell on them, playing in the living room for a bit before sneaking into You Mingxu's bedroom. He had been there early that morning but was caught after just a minute of blowing air, angrily chased out. Remembering this, Yin Feng smiled faintly and looked at the neatly made bed, feeling a sudden impulse.
After a moment of silence, he closed the door quietly and lay down on the bed, experiencing a sort of reverent feeling. The bed still carried the faint, subtle fragrance of the woman. Lying there with his eyes closed, he recalled her fierce expressions from earlier in the day, how she always ended up smiling, and the way she waved goodbye to him. Suddenly, something in his chest felt gently tugged.
Now, he actually understood that he was ill, no longer as clever or capable as before, and was a big burden. He also knew he had no relation to her and that wanting to stay in her home was an unreasonable request.
But in the end, she had agreed.Every time, she would ultimately give in to him.
She was truly... too good, too good. Strong, reliable, soft-hearted, and incredibly adorable.
Yin Feng practically wanted to roll around hugging her pillow, and in fact, he did just that. After rolling several times, he clutched her pillow tightly in his arms, limbs wrapped around it, closed his eyes, pressed his head against it, and immersed himself in that inexplicably sweet and exhilarating feeling, unwilling to leave for a long time.