When she heard these words, Sang Lu froze for a moment.
In her memory, this was the first time Feng Yan had asked her such a question.
He was acting strange today.
First, he asked if she had any important plans.
Then, he asked what time she’d be back.
Was there something else he wanted to say?
Sang Lu stared blankly at Feng Yan’s expressionless face, her mind racing with guesses.
Seeing her like this, Feng Yan set down his cup.
The mug made a soft clink against the table.
Feng Yan’s eyes, already cold, seemed to frost over even more when his face was devoid of expression. His gaze, sharp as an ice blade, locked onto Sang Lu as he spoke evenly:
“Did you forget what you said?”
Sang Lu grew even more confused. She raised her brows cautiously, her confusion evident. “Huh?”
As her questioning tone hung in the air, the man’s gaze shifted toward the TV stand in the living room.
His deep, unreadable eyes landed on the red-and-blue Nintendo Switch.
Sang Lu followed his line of sight and suddenly froze.
Then it hit her.
Ah…
So that’s what he meant!
She had promised him they’d play the Switch together.
Since returning from the old family home, they hadn’t had the chance.
The only thing they’d done together was watch TV for a while, and he hadn’t seemed particularly interested.
She’d assumed he wouldn’t care about the gaming console.
Turns out, he was interested.
“Hmm… let me think…” Sang Lu suddenly pinched her fingers together, squinting her eyes as if playing the part of a fortune teller. “After dinner, I’ll come straight home… probably no later than 8:30. At 8:30, you’ll get to witness my gaming skills~”
Once the words were out, Sang Lu stared at Feng Yan with utmost seriousness.
Then, as if issuing a challenge, she added:
“I’ve mastered every mini-game on the Switch. You’d better practice in advance, or you’ll get absolutely destroyed~”
Feng Yan paused.
A few seconds of silence passed.
Then he averted his gaze.
The stern lines of his brow softened slightly, and he let out a quiet chuckle.
He was amused by Sang Lu’s ridiculous fortune-teller act.
And by the sheer confidence in her words.
It almost felt like she was teasing him.
Sang Lu picked up a slice of toast and tore off the crust.
Munch, munch, munch.
Her heart sighed in admiration: So easy on the eyes!
The sight of Feng Yan smiling faintly, his expression relaxed, was too pleasing to look at!
His features were sharply defined—high nose bridge, deep-set eyes that now held a warm, mellow glow. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he tilted his head, exuding an irresistible allure.
Just admiring his flawless bone structure made her breakfast taste even better~
But as she was enjoying the view, Feng Yan pushed back his chair and stood, heading toward the bedroom.
When he reappeared, he was dressed in a full suit.
He stood casually by the table, fastening his wristwatch.
Sang Lu was puzzled.
Today was Saturday.
Unless she was mistaken, Feng Corporation strictly adhered to a two-day weekend policy.
Her own work at the TV station had irregular shifts due to the nature of broadcasting, which was why she had to work today.
But why was Feng Yan in formal wear, looking like he was heading out too?
Sang Lu looked up at him. “Aren’t you off today?”
Feng Yan’s expression remained indifferent as he glanced down at her. “I’m driving you to work.”
Sang Lu blinked, about to say it wasn’t necessary—
Then she noticed Feng Yan’s gaze deliberately drop to her bare legs.
“How are you going to ride your bike in a skirt?” His voice was calm.
Sang Lu froze. “…”
Oh.
Right.
She’d been so focused on looking “professional” that she’d forgotten about that.
Instantly brightening, she grinned up at him.
“Thanks for your hard work, President Feng~ You’re too kind~”
Her lips curved upward, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
Her naturally wavy hair caught the morning light, glowing with warmth.
After her playful remark, she tilted her chin up confidently, addressing the man who clearly wanted to play video games:
“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you tonight.”
Feng Yan: “…”
The man, who had been stoic just a second ago, now stiffened slightly.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling in quiet resignation.
Truthfully, he wasn’t in a good mood right now.
In fact, he was in a terrible mood.
Barely holding it together.
A tangled mess of emotions sat heavily in his chest, neither rising nor settling.
But faced with her smiling face, he couldn’t bring himself to be cold.
Utterly helpless.
It was as if just seeing her smile eased some of the turmoil inside him.
Even the deepest, most bitter part of him—that faint, sour feeling that might’ve been jealousy—was momentarily pushed aside.
……
Only after dropping Sang Lu off at the TV station, watching her disappear from view, did Feng Yan’s agitation return in full force.
He sat in the car, his gaze lowered.
His mind circled back to the half-glimpsed text message he’d seen last night.
Though he’d only caught it for a second, his sharp memory had retained the phone number.
The black Rolls-Royce remained parked outside the TV station for an entire hour.
Then, finally, it drove away.
Given his nature—his need to control every variable—he should have someone investigate that number.
The thought flickered through his mind again and again.
His eyes fixed ahead, his face unreadable.
The traffic light counted down.
Numbers flashing one by one.
—“Relax, I’m not stupid~”
—“When it comes to making friends, I know what I’m doing.”
—“What? Don’t you trust my judgment?”
Sang Lu’s past words echoed in his ears.
The light turned green.
The man’s broad shoulders sank almost imperceptibly.
He turned the steering wheel.
The car swung around.
He shouldn’t arrogantly dictate who she could befriend—that was the conclusion he’d reached last time.
Once a decision was made, he shouldn’t waver.
The car headed toward Feng Corporation’s headquarters.
Right now, the only way to suppress the emotions clawing at him was to bury himself in work.
Though Feng Corporation observed weekends, some departments adjusted schedules to meet project deadlines.
Not long after Feng Yan entered his office, Fang Assistant also arrived.
Fang Assistant, who earned the highest salary among the company’s employees, also possessed the strongest execution and adaptability.
He seamlessly shifted into work mode, delivering documents that required the president’s review and signature.
By 5 p.m., just as Fang Assistant thought the day was wrapping up, he received a sudden notice: drive the president to a dinner engagement.
Fang Assistant was surprised.
President Feng disliked social gatherings and turned down most invitations from business partners.
Yet today, he’d actually initiated attending one.
Rare indeed.
At 5:30, Fang Assistant parked the car at the company entrance, and Feng Yan took his seat in the back.
The car moved silently along the road.
Halfway there, Fang Assistant’s phone rang.
He declined the call.
But it rang again almost immediately.
He was about to reject it once more when a low voice came from the back seat: “Go ahead, it’s fine.”
With his boss’s permission, Fang Assistant answered.
It was his girlfriend.
Fang Assistant and his girlfriend were at the stage of planning their wedding, currently deliberating over photography studios. His indecisive girlfriend had called to ask for his opinion.
Keeping it brief, he hung up and glanced apologetically at Feng Yan through the rearview mirror.
“Sorry, President Feng. My girlfriend’s impatient—she didn’t know I was at work, so she kept calling. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“It’s fine.” Feng Yan’s tone was flat as he gazed out the window.
Fang Assistant had just turned back when he suddenly heard another sentence from behind:
"Xiao Fang, if I remember correctly, you and your girlfriend have been together since school?"
Fang Assistant: "That's right, we were high school classmates."
He had mentioned it casually a few times before, never expecting Feng Yan to remember. Fang Assistant was pleasantly surprised, stealing a glance at the rearview mirror with a delighted expression.
In the mirror, Feng Yan's gaze was unreadable as he stared out the window. His lips parted slightly: "How's the relationship?"
Fang Assistant paused for a moment.
After a few seconds, he chuckled.
With a hint of pride, he replied:
"Absolutely great, couldn't be better..."
"Being classmates is different from regular couples—you know each other inside out..."
"We can talk all night about our school days and never get bored..."
The words from the front seat kept hammering against Feng Yan's eardrums.
As night fell, his profile was half-hidden in the dimming light.
His eyes grew darker and darker.
