Sang Lu stared blankly at the mirror.
Her face grew increasingly somber.
A terrifying thought emerged—
Could it be... Feng Yan?
This suspicion wasn't entirely unfounded.
She had previously wondered why, if Feng Yi and Feng Bai were so afraid of Feng Yan, they would end up in a fraternal dispute, vying for the family fortune in the original storyline.
If Feng Yan's mere presence could prevent the two brothers from clashing, why did he allow things to become so dire?
All speculation pointed to one possibility—
In the latter part of the original plot, Feng Yan was no longer there.
The term "no longer there" was nuanced.
It could mean he wasn't at the scene of the conflict.
Or perhaps... he wasn't in this world.
Sang Lu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Images from her dream surfaced.
Suffocating.
The smell of burning, the gloomy thunderstorm.
If Feng Yan was amidst that smoke and fire...
Sang Lu's brow furrowed deeply. She didn't realize that her reflection already showed a face full of panic and worry.
The only clear clue from the dream pointed to a rainy day in July.
Was it this July?
Regardless, she had to consider the worst-case scenario.
Currently, May was halfway through.
Her palm slowly clenched.
Her gaze gradually became resolute.
She had to find a way to prevent the tragedy before July arrived!
Her expression froze.
What should she do?
Follow Feng Yan around every day?
Prevent him from boarding any planes?
That seemed too strange.
And she couldn't provide a convincing reason.
She couldn't possibly say directly, "I dreamt you would die in a plane crash"...
Sang Lu washed her face again.
Calmed her thoughts.
At the very least, there was still over a month left.
Don't panic.
Panicking wouldn't produce a good plan.
With these thoughts, Sang Lu briskly walked out of the bathroom.
She grabbed her phone from the bedside table.
Opened the chat with Feng Yan.
Took several deep breaths.
Reminded herself to stay calm, stay calm.
First, unobtrusively understand his every move, fully grasp the situation, and then respond.
She lowered her gaze, her fingers began to type.
...
"Ding."
The elevator doors opened.
A tall and handsome man stepped out and walked toward the garage.
Just as he reached the black sedan, his pocket vibrated.
He took out his phone.
After seeing the message on his phone, his expression paused for a moment.
[Sang Lu: Morning~]
[Sang Lu: Having breakfast?]
[Sang Lu: What did you have for breakfast today?]
Feng Yan was slightly taken aback.
His handsome brows furrowed with a hint of confusion.
It was the first time Sang Lu had sent him such messages.
He leaned against the car hood, eyes lowered to the screen.
He pondered for a while before finally replying.
...
Sang Lu lay on the bed with her phone in hand, staring intently at the screen.
[Feng: Sandwich, orange juice.]
[Feng: What's up?]
Sang Lu's expression stiffened.
Oh no.
Was he so perceptive that he sensed something?
When you're hiding something, any message can make you feel guilty.
Because of the simple "What's up," Sang Lu quickly jumped off the bed.
She took five minutes to wash up at lightning speed, changed clothes, and went downstairs.
Breakfast at Xilan could be delivered to the room or enjoyed at the restaurant buffet.
Since it was prepared by a star chef, most guests preferred going to the restaurant for freshly made hot dishes.
At eight-thirty.
The restaurant was already quite crowded.
Just then, a figure appeared at lightning speed.
She moved so fast that even her shadow blurred.
In a flash, she appeared on the left.
And then, in another flash, she popped up on the right.
The crowd in the restaurant turned their heads in unison—first to the left, then to the right.
Finally, they saw the girl with naturally curly hair, who was as quick as lightning, grab her food and find a seat.
The crowd stared at her with puzzled expressions: "?????" Is she *that* hungry?
Sang Lu ignored the curious gazes around her.
She quickly snapped a picture of her breakfast and sent it to Feng Yan.
Panting, she typed:
[Sang Lu: [Image]]
[Sang Lu: This is what I’m eating.]
[Sang Lu: It doesn’t taste as good as Aunt Zhang’s cooking… I really miss her fried eggs.]
[Sang Lu: Feeling sad.jpg]
…
Looking at the messages that popped up on his phone, the man’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion before a smile broke across his face.
So this was why she suddenly asked him about breakfast.
Feng Yan’s expression softened as he sat in his car.
Not in a rush to start the engine, he rested one hand lazily on the car window while the other held his phone.
…
"Does this seem less awkward and weird now?"
Sang Lu rubbed her chin as she stared at the messages she had just sent, muttering to herself.
Getting a clear picture of Feng Yan’s daily schedule couldn’t be achieved overnight.
She had to start small, gradually increasing the frequency of messages she sent him.
Casually sharing her daily life, asking him what he was up to.
Learning his whereabouts.
That was her initial plan.
With this in mind, she continued tapping away on her phone.
…
At the Qinghe Bay parking garage.
Feng Yan hadn’t even finished typing his reply.
Ping, ping, ping—several notifications popped up in quick succession.
[Sang Lu: The daily dilemma—what to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.]
[Sang Lu: I still don’t know what to have for lunch. It’s so frustrating.]
[Sang Lu: Oh, by the way, you’re probably at the office this morning, right?]
[Sang Lu: Are you eating lunch at the company cafeteria?]
[Sang Lu: I heard the Feng Corporation cafeteria is amazing. Take a picture of your lunch for me later, okay? I need some inspiration for my own meal~]
[Sang Lu: Curious-starry-eyes.jpg]
Feng Yan frowned slightly.
The confusion that had dissipated moments ago resurfaced.
Was she really that curious about the Feng Corporation cafeteria?
She’d never mentioned it before…
Although he didn’t quite understand her sudden interest, he still replied truthfully: [I’m at the office this morning. I’ll have lunch at the company cafeteria. I’ll send you a picture then.]
…
On the other side.
Sang Lu’s eyes sparkled as she stared at her phone screen.
The corners of her lips curved upward.
She wore a triumphant little smile.
(˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅)✧
Feng Yan, without even realizing it, had fallen into her trap.
He was actually willing to cooperate and share his morning whereabouts and lunch details with her.
Sang Lu let out a long sigh of relief.
By wrapping her most pressing question in a flurry of seemingly random chatter, she had succeeded.
Mission accomplished~
Thankfully, her naturally chatty personality worked in her favor.
Even bombarding him with so many messages wouldn’t seem too out of character.
Next, she just had to keep up the effort.
It wouldn’t be long before she figured out his daily routine.
…
And so.
The entire day.
Feng Yan’s phone was constantly buzzing.
At 10 a.m.—
[Sang Lu: Hello, hello ฅ•ᴗ•ฅ]
[Sang Lu: [Image]]
[Sang Lu: Here’s a candid shot from our wrap party~]
[Sang Lu: Are you in a meeting or working in your office?]
[Sang Lu: Look at the photo, my smile is so wide it almost reaches my temples. It's so ugly. My colleague was telling me a joke.]
[Sang Lu: Don't forget to send the photos at noon~]
2 PM—
[Sang Lu: (Image)]
[Sang Lu: It's been crazy busy, but I managed to sneak in a coffee break.]
[Sang Lu: What about you? What are you up to?]
[Sang Lu: Sneaky dog peeking.jpg]
6:30 PM—
[Sang Lu: I'm done with work for the day~]
[Sang Lu: Are you home yet?]
A black sedan was cruising along the overpass.
Fang Assistant was driving in the front, while a man with a calm demeanor sat in the back seat.
He looked down at his phone.
His fingers kept scrolling up.
He was looking at the amount of messages today, which was more than what he usually received in a week.
He fell into deep contemplation.
