It was supposed to be just a grocery run.
But Sang Lu didn’t have anything specific in mind to buy.
Aunt Zhang and Aunt Li usually handled the household essentials, snacks, and drinks.
The soda Feng Yan had mentioned running low on in his last message had already been dutifully restocked by Aunt Zhang.
Yet humans are strange, contrary creatures.
When there’s a purpose, you head straight for the right aisle, grab what you need, and leave.
Without one, you wander everywhere, pausing to look at everything.
She had to admit—
Feng Yan was an excellent shopping companion.
Every time her gaze lingered, within seconds, he’d take her hand and lead her toward whatever had caught her eye.
Sang Lu was naturally curious.
Last time she’d visited this supermarket, it was mainly for snacks as a treat for herself.
Today, wandering into the household goods section, she discovered a whole new world.
Just the beautifully designed dishes and bowls were enough to make her stop and admire them for ages.
Not that she necessarily wanted to buy them.
But seeing those pretty cups and plates neatly arranged gave her inner perfectionist a sense of satisfaction.
Feng Yan clearly didn’t share her little joys. Every now and then, he’d glance down and ask, “Do you like this?”
Then, without waiting for an answer, he’d gauge her interest by how long she stared and toss it into the cart.
Sang Lu was honest. “I do like it.”
But the next second, spotting the price tag, she nearly gasped.
No wonder it was pretty.
How dare a single porcelain spoon cost 2,000 RMB?
Still, with a human ATM by her side, she stayed composed.
Especially after Feng Yan responded to her “I like it” with “I think so too.”
If he liked it as well, then why not?
Time to splurge—without mercy!
Turning a few corners, the colors around them suddenly softened.
Rows upon rows of towels and bath towels were displayed on wide shelves.
Sang Lu’s eyes lit up even brighter than before.
While she preferred vibrant shades for clothes, she loved muted tones for bath essentials—they just felt inexplicably softer.
She took the lead this time, tugging lightly at his arm.
In an instant, their roles reversed.
Now she was the one pulling Feng Yan along.
“Such a pretty color scheme,” she murmured, glancing left and right, her lips curving in delight.
Unnoticed by her, the tall man being dragged around wore a faint smile too.
On his usually cold face, it looked oddly out of place—lazy, almost indulgent.
His gaze kept drifting downward.
Every time Sang Lu spotted something exciting, her grip tightened slightly, as if signaling:
I want to check this out! And that too!
“Which color do you think looks better?” she suddenly asked, turning to him.
Feng Yan lifted his eyes from her hand and finally looked at the display.
Two tartan-patterned bath towels—one in light blue, the other in light green.
He nodded toward the blue one.
“Okay.” Sang Lu made her decision swiftly.
Then picked up the green one.
Feng Yan: “...”
She grinned. “I don’t trust the taste of a straight guy. Thanks for helping me pick the opposite, CEO Feng~”
Every time she teased him, she’d call him “CEO Feng.”
Feng Yan noticed the habit again, his dark eyes softening with amusement.
Dryly, he said, “Then I’ll start giving the wrong answers on purpose.”
“...” Sang Lu paused, then smirked. “Then I’ll pick the opposite again. Good luck guessing.”
Feng Yan: “...”
A few steps later, Sang Lu stopped.
She glanced at the bath towel in her hand, then at the “two-pack” in front of her.
After a moment’s thought, she put the single one back.
“This set is better. One for you, one for me—you get the blue you chose, I’ll take the green I wanted.”
The twin-pack went into the cart.
Feng Yan’s gaze dropped to the packaging.
He skimmed past the foreign text, his eyes fixing on the Chinese label.
Three characters stood out: Couple’s Set.
Something in his chest flickered, a soft spot brushed by an unseen hand.
Just then—
Sang Lu’s phone rang.
She slipped her hand free from Feng Yan’s and fished her phone from her bag.
Caller ID: Xie Sinan.
The man beside her caught the name flashing on the screen.
His cool, detached expression instantly frosted over.
Sang Lu answered.
Xie Sinan’s cheerful voice came through:
“Director Sang—congratulations! Heard your variety show wrapped up smoothly.”
Sang Lu blinked. “We finished filming a week ago. Bit late on the news, Host Xie.”
“Ah… really? Been swamped with recordings lately. Thought you’d just wrapped. Anyway, congrats!”
“Don’t just say it,” Sang Lu switched to her professional tone, laughing. “Help retweet the show’s official broadcast announcement, will you?”
Xie Sinan, with his massive following, could boost the show’s reach.
“No problem, I’ll do it right now—”
“Great,” Sang Lu said. “Gotta go, I’m grocery shopping. Catch up at the studio next time.”
She hung up and turned to Feng Yan, waving her phone. “Xie Sinan called to congratulate us on the show’s finale.”
Feng Yan lazily looked away from a nearby shelf.
“Mn,” he acknowledged, tone flat.
Used to his brevity, Sang Lu shrugged and resumed her happy browsing.
When they reached the drinks aisle—
Her phone rang again.
Feng Yan had just pulled open the fridge door.
At the sound, he turned.
Sang Lu checked her screen and paused.
What a coincidence today.
People who rarely called were lining up one after another.
Puzzled, she answered:
“Lu Sheng?”
At the name, the hand gripping the fridge door tightened slightly.
