Time passed in a flash.
After returning from the wrap-up dinner of the shooting, Sang Lu still maintained high-frequency communication with Feng Yan.
At first, she carefully wrapped her questions in small talk.
She would suddenly ask him where he was and where he was going next...
Gradually, Sang Lu noticed.
It seemed that she no longer needed to rack her brains to start a conversation.
Before she knew it...
She began to get used to taking out her phone and chatting with Feng Yan for a few words whenever she was free.
She would also forward the explosive news on Weibo to him.
And forward the funny meme pictures to him as well.
As a result, she even posted less on her WeChat Moments.
On the other hand.
The senior executives of Feng Corporation also noticed the recent changes in the president.
He still had that eternal ice-cold face, but the intimidating "keep your distance" aura that had always surrounded him had faded a lot.
"I went to Mr. Feng's office to deliver documents the other day. When I pushed the door open, I saw Mr. Feng smiling faintly at his phone. Who can understand this!?"
"Although it was just a fleeting, faint smile, it was shocking enough for me for a whole year."
During lunchtime at the canteen of Feng Corporation.
Several senior executives gathered together, chatting while having their meals.
"What you saw is nothing..."
Another person stretched out a finger and waved it seriously, saying:
"Last week, I sent the project proposal to Mr. Feng. Guess what two words Mr. Feng wrote in the email reply to me?"
"Approved? Or redo? Other than these two, I can't think of anything else. I've sent no less than fifty emails to Mr. Feng, and it's always been these two kinds of responses. Could there be any other?"
That person's eyes lit up with a proud glow, and he cleared his throat:
"Not bad... Mr. Feng replied, not bad..."
"Really?"
"Unheard of."
That person looked even more proud. "What a high evaluation! I have a hunch that my year - end bonus might double this year."
"Your experiences are just small things. What I've got is the real bombshell..." A person sitting on the side showed a smile.
The people next to him were surprised. "Does your department also have interactions with Mr. Feng?"
That person nodded mysteriously and said:
"Our department is in charge of the snack procurement for the tea rooms across the group. This morning, as usual, I was checking and recording the consumption of snacks in the tea rooms on each floor so that we could order more of the popular snacks..."
"Got it, get to the point." Someone urged.
"Just when I was checking the tea room on the top floor, Mr. Feng passed by the door and stopped. I was holding a bottle of drink and making a record at that time. When I turned my head and our eyes met, I froze for a moment. Mr. Feng stared at the drink in my hand. I was wondering if I had made any mistakes in my work..."
"Understandable. Mr. Feng's aura is quite intimidating."
"Completely understandable. Then what?"
"Then I nervously asked Mr. Feng if there was any problem with the drink and if we needed to remove that kind. Guess what happened?"
"What happened?"
"Mr. Feng actually looked at the drink in my hand and said, 'It's okay. It looks familiar.' Isn't it strange?"
"What flavor is the drink?"
"Peach sweet - tea flavored sparkling water."
As soon as the words were spoken.
A row of senior executives' heads tilted back in unison.
They all showed expressions of "you scared me".
"It doesn't seem like the kind of drink Mr. Feng would drink."
"It's completely unimaginable to picture Mr. Feng's cold, menacing face holding a pink drink can."
"Then what? Then what?"
"Nothing else. After saying that, Mr. Feng just lowered his head and looked at his phone and left."
"So strange... so strange..."
"It's really unbelievable."
Amid the surprised voices, in this "competition to see who has seen the strangest Mr. Feng", the logistics department won.
On the top floor of the same building.
Inside the president's office.
The man with an inherently cold and imposing aura stood by the floor - to - ceiling window, overlooking the outside, completely unaware that his employees were passionately discussing him.
His phone in his suit - pants pocket vibrated.
He pulled his thoughts back and opened his phone.
["Sang Lu" patted you]
[Sang Lu: Suddenly appear.jpg]
[Sang Lu: What are you doing?]
The man's long eyelashes drooped, hiding the faint smile in his eyes, and he lowered his head to type.
The golden afternoon sun shone into the room, casting a faint golden glow on his handsome profile.
The office furnishings were simple and low - key, with a cold and solemn decoration style.
The sun shone in recklessly, turning everything in sight into a warm tone.
It was all bright and sunny.
The man kept his eyes slightly lowered and chatted with the person on the other end of the phone for a few minutes.
The last few messages on the screen were trivial small talk -
[Sang Lu: You have a meeting tonight. Then I won't go home for dinner either. I'll ask Yu Xiaoke out for a meal. I've wanted to go to a dessert shop for a long time.]
[Feng: Okay.]
[Sang Lu: Okay. See you at home then.]
[Feng: Shall I pick you up tonight and go to the supermarket?]
[Sang Lu: Sure~]
...
At eight o'clock in the evening.
Just as Sang Lu watched Yu Xiaoke's car drive away, a black sedan pulled up in front of her.
Sang Lu raised her wrist and glanced at her watch.
Then she looked at the calm - faced man in the back - seat window.
She blurted out:
"A scary man..."
Feng Yan raised his eyebrows in confusion, looking into her eyes, seemingly not quite understanding.
Sang Lu pointed at her watch with her fingertips. "You're accurate to the second."
Only then did Feng Yan realize, and his features relaxed. He said softly, "Get in the car."
Just a few seconds after getting in the car, Sang Lu looked back in surprise.
"Hey, when did you change the pillows?"
Not only the headrests were changed, but there was also an extra lumbar cushion.
Sang Lu turned her head back and leaned back relaxedly.
She tested the comfort level.
A smile bloomed on her face instantly:
"It's so soft!"
Feng Yan calmly turned his face, his voice deep and gentle. "I added them to every car."
Sang Lu gave him an approving look. "Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect you, the super workaholic, to know how to take good care of your own body one day."
There was a glint of smile in her eyes as she asked further:
"Did the ergonomic lumbar cushion I gave you last time give you the inspiration? Isn't it more comfortable than sitting on an empty chair?"
Feng Yan's expression paused for a moment.
As if he had just connected the two things, a faint smile flashed across his eyes.
He neither said yes nor no.
They arrived at the supermarket half an hour later.
Sang Lu had been to this supermarket last time.
It was near Qinghe Bay, the one where six lychees were sold for 399 yuan.
Because the prices were much higher than other supermarkets, its customers basically only came from the owners of the luxury villas in the nearby areas.
At this time, there weren't many shoppers.
As far as the eye could see, there were only a few couples.
Either the boys were pushing the shopping carts and slowly following behind the girls who were selecting goods.
Or they didn't use a cart and just strolled around hand in hand.
When passing by the area where the shopping carts were parked.
Sang Lu was about to go and get one when the man beside her stretched out his long arm and pulled a shopping cart over before her.
Naturally, he took her hand with his other hand.
Feeling the warmth of his palm, Sang Lu was slightly stunned.
Before she could even sigh about how used Feng Yan had become to holding her hand, Sang Lu's attention shifted to her left arm.
As they walked, her arm brushed lightly against Feng Yan's, almost imperceptibly.
Through the fabric of his sleeve, she could faintly sense the lean, firm muscles of his arm.
When she glanced up, she caught sight of his sharp, striking profile—his expression calm as he scanned the shelves of the supermarket, his cool, detached features strikingly handsome under the bright fluorescent lights.
Sang Lu’s thoughts faltered for a moment.
She couldn’t help but lose herself briefly in the sight.
Suddenly, she felt as though they were no different from the other customers in the store.
Just an ordinary weekday evening, shopping for daily necessities with someone close to her.
Sang Lu averted her gaze, stopping the idle train of thought.
She tried to suppress this strange yet unexpectedly soothing sensation.
But before long,
it resurfaced again.
