The next day.
Jing City TV Station.
It was off - work time. Sang Lu was chatting with her colleagues as she stepped down the stairs at the entrance.
From afar, she saw a black sedan parked at the main entrance.
The rear window was lowered halfway, revealing Feng Yan's noble and imposing profile.
Her colleagues beside her also noticed and started joking with a smile.
"He's here again."
"Right on time."
"Thanks to Sang Sang, we've seen so many top - notch luxury cars in the past few months."
"Go on, go on. See you tomorrow!"
"See you tomorrow!" Sang Lu gave a silly grin and waved goodbye to her colleagues.
She quickened her steps and pulled open the car door.
Feng Yan turned his head to look at her.
The moment their eyes met, the man's cold and handsome features softened, and the afterglow of the setting sun scattered in his dark, moist pupils.
After a long day at work, seeing a handsome face like his, most of Sang Lu's fatigue melted away instantly.
Now she finally understood why so many people liked to watch live - streams of handsome men and beautiful women online.
It was really stress - relieving.
She got into the car and flashed a smile at the stress - relieving man.
As if noticing something unusual, Feng Yan's gaze landed on her neck, and he raised his eyebrows in confusion, asking her,
"Cold?"
He remembered that there was no silk scarf around her neck when she left home in the morning, but now there was one.
Sang Lu looked down along his line of sight and was momentarily speechless.
It wasn't because of the cold.
Not only was she not cold, but she was actually a bit hot.
When she arrived at the TV station in the morning, she found that there were red marks all over her neck. She quickly borrowed a silk scarf from Yu Xiaoke to cover them up.
For this, Xiaoke had teased her a lot, saying that wearing a silk scarf in June would only make more colleagues notice something was off.
Sang Lu looked out of the window and replied, "Not cold."
"If you're not cold, why are you wearing a silk scarf?"
The man pressed on.
Only then did Sang Lu realize that Feng Yan not only had a strong sense of control but also a heavy dose of curiosity.
He was like a dog with a bone, never letting go of a question.
Sang Lu fell silent.
She gave him a somewhat resentful look.
She didn't say a word, hoping he could figure it out on his own.
The air grew tense for a few seconds.
Suddenly, the man's eyes flickered. Realizing what was going on, his eyelids twitched involuntarily.
Silence.
Silence.
Feng Yan's gaze slowly moved from her neck to her eyes and he said in a deep voice,
"I'll be more careful next time."
After a pause, he added another half - sentence.
"The marks won't be left in obvious places."
His tone was so calm and matter - of - fact, as if he was just talking about what to have for dinner.
It made Sang Lu's heart skip a beat in shock.
Her eyes gradually widened, and she instinctively tugged at his cuff.
There was a driver in the front. If this man went on to explain which places were not obvious, she felt she'd be so embarrassed that she'd want to jump out of the car.
Seeing Sang Lu's ears gradually turn red, Feng Yan took a moment to react. Then, belatedly, he reached out and pressed a button beside him.
The partition inside the car slowly rose.
Sang Lu felt like laughing but held it in.
She turned her head, put on a straight face, and asked,
"Do you remember an old text from childhood called 'Mending the Fold after a Sheep Is Lost'?"
Hearing this, Feng Yan's eyebrows knitted together.
His face remained as calm as ever, but his heart suddenly sank.
He was usually very good at reading people and easily understood the hidden meanings in others' words. But at this moment, he couldn't analyze the deeper meaning of her words.
Was she blaming him?
He should have taken it slower.
He shouldn't have lost control of himself and left so many red marks on her body.
He should have considered these things before she did...
Sang Lu was a chatterbox and didn't give him a chance to speak. While he was still hesitating about what to say, she immediately declared,
"Mr. Feng, your act of raising the partition now is exactly like 'mending the fold after a sheep is lost'."
"A capital - letter 'Mending the Fold after a Sheep Is Lost'!"
The man's dark eyes paused for a moment. "..."
Only then did he figure out from her way of addressing him that she wasn't angry; she was just joking.
His slightly tense face finally relaxed a bit.
He let out an "um" sound, not denying it.
His big hand naturally wrapped around Sang Lu's waist, the movement very familiar.
Sang Lu was taken aback.
Previously, whenever Feng Yan put his hand around her waist, his movements were mostly restrained, just lightly resting on it.
But now, his big hand was clasping her tightly, his palm pressing closely against her.
His fingertips were even gently rubbing back and forth...
Through the fabric of her clothes, the warmth of his palm seeped through, and a faint heat rose within her body.
Sang Lu remembered that a few days ago, Feng Yan had even played with her hand while driving.
Now, it seemed he had found a more interesting place.
She suddenly had a premonition.
Maybe he would keep holding her like this from now on.
It wasn't that she didn't like being held by him.
He had broad shoulders and well - proportioned, firm muscles. When he held her, half of her strength seemed to drain away, and she could lean on him comfortably.
But...
His hand was just too restless.
It kept rubbing and playing with her waist gently and slowly, without any restraint, as if that place belonged to him.
It was simply another form of flirting.
Yet this man still had a calm, cold, and aloof look on his face.
He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his actions at all.
Sang Lu took a shallow breath. "..."
Outside the car window, the gentle breeze blew.
But it couldn't dispel the faint blush on Sang Lu's cheeks.
The car drove on for a while and then slowed down.
Sang Lu glanced out of the window.
She noticed that the car was in the left - turn lane.
The way back to Qinghe Bay was a straight drive.
A left - turn meant... the supermarket?
Sang Lu was stunned.
She remembered the vague words she'd heard last night before falling asleep, "Go shopping tomorrow."
Realizing something, Sang Lu turned to look at the man beside her.
She cleared her throat and said,
"I forgot to tell you. I'm on my period."
She had only discovered it when she got up this morning.
She paused for a moment, trying to look calm, but her eyes were a bit evasive.
"If you have any plans, it won't work these days..."
AAAAAAH...
Sang Lu let out a mental scream like a marmot.
No matter how calm and nonchalant she pretended to be on the surface, it still took a lot of courage to say these words.
Her heart was pounding, her face was hot, but her mouth was stubborn.
She sounded like an old married couple.
As soon as her voice fell.
Before she could even look at Feng Yan's reaction, the big hand on her waist paused for a moment, then moved and covered her lower abdomen.
He turned his head, his handsome face just inches away. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his deep voice was filled with concern.
"Does it hurt?"
The sound drifted into her ear, and Sang Lu's heart skipped a beat.
A stream of warmth came from her lower abdomen. The man's palm was large and completely covered it.
Her heart started beating even faster.
That cold, expressionless face and his cold, imposing aura were now softened by this caring and considerate gesture.
The sense of contrast and security rushed over her all at once, hitting her heart like an arrow.
For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Female employees at Feng Corporation were given two days of menstrual leave every month. In Feng Yan's understanding, women usually felt uncomfortable during their periods and needed to rest.
He naturally assumed that Sang Lu was going through great pain at the moment.
When Sang Lu didn't answer, his brows furrowed even deeper. "Is it very painful?"
Just then, a clear, smiling voice came over.
"I was in pain at first, but now that you're covering it, it's much better!"
There was a sparkle of amusement in Sang Lu's eyes as she stared directly into his.
She was lying.
Actually, she didn't feel any pain.
Whether one had menstrual cramps was related to one's physical constitution, and her constitution never caused her to have cramps during her period.
But this cold - like - ice guy could actually turn into a warm water bag.
Little bubbles of joy were rising and jumping inside her.
Her eyebrows were also happily raised.
She wanted to praise him.
She wanted to give him a full - fledged, over - the - top compliment.
Selfishly, she also wanted to see the momentary stupefaction on his cold face after hearing her exaggerated compliments.
Wasn't this the right way to interact with an ice - faced husband?
Just imagining it in her head made it seem so much fun.
Sang Lu suddenly realized that she might be a genius in love.
With a gentle curve of her eyebrows and eyes, she began to shower him with praise.
"Do your hands have some kind of magic?"
"They're already long, well - defined, and so good - looking. And now they've got magic too. How can other people even live up to that?"
She deliberately elongated the end of her sentences, exaggerating to tease him.
Her clear eyes sparkled with a smile as she looked at him, observing his reaction.
Feng Yan's expression paused slightly. A look of confusion flashed across his handsome features due to the momentary stillness.
There was a silent pause of a few seconds.
Feng Yan averted his gaze, and a very soft chuckle escaped from his chest.
It was both nonchalant and helpless.
His big palm still covered her lower abdomen, warming it attentively.
Although it was just a fleeting moment, Sang Lu still caught the flash of surprise on his face.
Okay.
Completely satisfied.
It was so much fun.
She was indeed a genius.
The car was quiet.
The afterglow of the setting sun slanted in, gently enveloping the two of them.
