The variety show concluded perfectly, sparking heated discussions online.
With impressive ratings, the advertisers were happy, and so were the TV station executives.
But the happiest of all was the entire team of Group D.
The station executives generously granted everyone a week-long vacation.
Sang Lu combined her unused annual leave, stretching her break to over half a month.
Feng Yan, following his prearranged itinerary, set off for Harbor City.
He took the high-speed train.
Along the way, he snapped photos of the beautiful scenery and casually sent them to Sang Lu.
When Sang Lu received Feng Yan’s messages, she was at a group dinner with her colleagues from Group D.
They were celebrating the show’s success and their upcoming vacation.
The gathering was held at a private restaurant in Jing City.
With the private room door closed, the atmosphere was lively and unrestrained—no need to worry about disturbing other diners.
Amid the clinking glasses and boisterous singing, Sang Lu sat in a corner, cradling her phone.
On the screen was a lush green wheat field.
She had just opened one photo when two more popped up.
【Feng: [Photo]】
【Feng: [Photo]】
The second one was taken when Feng Yan stopped at a major station along the way.
Sunlight streamed from one side of the tracks, bathing the platform in a golden glow.
The radiant sunshine reminded him of Sang Lu.
So, he captured it and sent it to her.
Sang Lu opened the photo and let out an awed "Wow."
The sunlight was breathtaking.
With just a casual shot, he had captured the Tyndall effect.
Her gaze followed the beams of light—
Then suddenly froze.
At the edge of the light, reflected in the train window, was a faint silhouette.
Feng Yan’s tall, straight figure stood there, phone in hand, bathed in the luminous glow—hazy yet heart-stoppingly handsome.
A sudden tap on her shoulder snapped her out of it.
"Sang Sang, what are you staring at? Your grin’s about to reach the back of your head..."
Yu Xiaoke, thoroughly drunk, leaned against her, squinting at Sang Lu’s screen with bleary eyes.
She looked puzzled.
"A landscape photo? You’re grinning like an idiot over a landscape photo—Sang Sang, are you drunk?"
Sang Lu turned off her phone and chuckled.
"I haven’t had a single drink."
"You’re lying, you must have," Yu Xiaoke slurred, pointing at her accusingly. "Your face is all red!"
Was it?
Was she blushing?
Had she really reached the point where even Feng Yan’s blurry silhouette could make her flush?
Sang Lu tilted her head, pressing the back of her hand to her cheek to check.
Nope, completely normal.
"Ha!" Yu Xiaoke suddenly yelled, her voice rising. "Gotcha! Your face isn’t red… You’re guilty!!! That wasn’t just a landscape photo, was it? Was it a shirtless hunk!?"
Sang Lu: "..."
Her face wasn’t red—but the fact that she’d checked for blushing was the real problem.
Sang Lu realized her slip-up.
She grabbed the drunk girl by the shoulders and changed the subject:
"Xiaoke, no more drinks for you. Your brain’s fried."
"Huh? Me?" Yu Xiaoke pointed at herself. "My brain’s fried?"
Without waiting for an answer, she flitted away like a butterfly, dancing off.
In full Ma Jingtao-style dramatics, she began interrogating everyone she passed.
"Is my brain fried?"
"Tell me, is my brain fried?"
"Sang Sang says my brain’s fried—is it true?"
"Tell me, what is even real anymore!?"
Sang Lu: facepalm.jpg
Grateful she hadn’t drunk anything, she promptly ordered hangover meds on her phone.
Tapping her chin, she pondered how to trick Xiaoke into taking them later.
The first day of vacation.
Spent in the chaos of a celebratory feast.
……
The second day.
She lazed at home all day, binge-watching dramas and reading novels on her tablet.
The third day.
More binge-watching.
The fourth day.
While brushing her teeth in the morning, she glared at her reflection and scolded herself:
"Sang Lu, oh Sang Lu, you can’t keep wasting time like this! Such a precious break—do something meaningful!"
Then, she proceeded to binge-watch dramas all day.
The fifth day.
A sudden spark of inspiration struck her—she finally knew what "meaningful" thing to do.
The orange Ferrari Feng Yan had gifted her had been gathering dust in the garage.
With all this free time, it was the perfect opportunity to get her driver’s license.
Even if she couldn’t finish within half a month, she could use spare time later to complete it.
The moment the idea formed, she immediately messaged Feng Yan.
【You patted "Feng"】
Sang Lu: 【I’m going to learn how to drive!】
A reply came swiftly.
【Feng: Good.】
【Feng: Think of your favorite numbers—I’ll get them for your license plate.】
Sang Lu typed in confusion: 【Aren’t those usually randomly assigned?】
Before sending, she paused.
Feng Yan’s garage was full of sequential plates—definitely not random.
So, she sent her lucky numbers instead.
【Sang Lu: 3 and 9.】
【Sang Lu: Any combination is fine—I just like these two.】
【Sang Lu: But if it’s too expensive, forget it. No splurging on something like this.】
【Sang Lu: And don’t secretly spend a fortune without telling me!】
【Sang Lu: I’m super fierce.jpg】
She was okay with spending a little to get her preferred numbers, but anything excessive was a no-go.
That was Sang Lu’s stance.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen—
Harbor City.
The moment the ice-cold-faced man saw this message, a trace of confusion flickered across his features.
After a long pause, the tension in his brows gradually eased.
His gaze lingered on two words, reading them over and over again.
"You can't."
"You're not allowed."
Since childhood, few people had ever said these words to him.
He kept turning them over in his mind, truly realizing for the first time that he was a married man now.
Someone would care about him, would make demands of him.
Someone who would tell him "you can't" or "you're not allowed"...
An unfamiliar sensation suddenly welled up in his heart.
He couldn't quite put it into words.
Yet day by day, life seemed to grow brighter, more tangible, more real.
It made him look forward to tomorrow.
He loved this feeling.
And in moments like these,
he found himself reaffirming, again and again, just how much he adored her.
So very, very, very much.
