I don't know if weekend nights are wonderful.
Sang Lu's mood right now is definitely not wonderful.
She feels like she's having a hard time.
The door closed with a soft "click."
Sang Lu's steps were heavy as she turned around, only to meet a pair of sharp eyes.
The two stared at each other in silence for about two or three seconds.
In the midst of an eerie silence.
Feng Yan was the first to move.
He got up and helped her push the suitcase into the room.
Sang Lu followed with heavy steps.
She was secretly relieved; thankfully, he didn't seem to intend to question her.
Inside the room.
The suitcase was opened by Feng Yan.
Sang Lu then noticed that it contained more than just her clothes.
A few men's shirts were neatly folded in a compartment, and his laptop was also brought along.
"Are you staying here tonight too?"
Sang Lu was quite surprised.
Feng Yan slowly turned his head, initially a bit stunned.
Then his deep eyes showed a hint of confusion.
As if saying: What else?
Sang Lu suddenly realized that her words might have been a bit presumptuous, assuming he would leave after delivering the items, treating him like a delivery man.
She forced a smile of apology.
To show her regret, she took the shirt he was about to hang up.
Sang Lu smiled warmly, "You've been traveling all the way, let me hang these up."
As she spoke, she gently pushed his muscular arm with a symbolic gesture.
Feng Yan's eyes paused slightly and, following the force, sat down on the edge of the bed.
Sang Lu took the clothes out of the suitcase one by one, placing them at the foot of the bed.
She also gathered the items from the sofa that hadn't been organized yet.
Feng Yan sat beside her, arms propped back, relaxed, slightly tilted his head, quietly watching her hang the clothes.
Sang Lu was skilled at organizing and enjoyed talking to herself.
Now with someone beside her, her self-talk turned into an unconscious exchange.
While hanging shirts, she murmured, "The collar must be folded properly, or it'll look sloppy when worn."
When folding sweaters, she said, "Sweaters can't be hung; the shoulders will bulge. They must be folded."
She spoke, occasionally turning to glance at the relaxed man behind her.
As if trying to teach him "how to properly hang clothes."
In a daze, she saw a hint of a smile in Feng Yan's dark eyes.
Sang Lu froze, surprised, and looked again.
The smile was gone, fleeting.
The stern-faced man nodded slightly, as if responding to her: Yes, I've learned.
After tidying up, Sang Lu put her hands on her hips and let out a breath.
Looking at the wardrobe filled one-third full, it really felt like she was going to stay here for half a month.
"Ding dong—ding dong—"
The doorbell suddenly rang again.
"!!!" Sang Lu instantly became alert.
The doorbell had made her a bit jumpy.
Seeing this, Feng Yan's handsome brows relaxed, and he silently chuckled.
He stood up to open the door.
Sang Lu was still worried and listened intently.
She was nervous, fearing Sister Chen might whimsically send something inappropriate.
Thankfully, it was a false alarm.
This time, it was finally dinner.
Sang Lu habitually turned on the TV and casually chose a comedy to play.
With the background noise from the TV, the two quietly finished their meal.
After dinner, Sang Lu sat cross-legged on the sofa with her laptop resting on her legs.
She began typing away.
She uploaded and organized the photos she had taken while wandering around Qilan earlier that afternoon and shared them in the D-group chat.
After a discussion, they finalized a few filming locations.
At this point, all the venues needed for the shoot had been confirmed.
She pushed herself to finish drafting the filming plan and sent it to Director Wang for review.
When she finally looked up again, the clock had just ticked from 11:29 to 11:30 PM.
Earlier, while she was engrossed in her work, she had caught a glimpse of Feng Yan also diving into his own tasks.
He was seated at the dining table, not far from her.
It seemed he was in the middle of a video conference.
From his computer came intermittent snippets of employees reporting on project progress.
Most of the terms were technical jargon she couldn’t understand, seemingly about development plans for several plots of land.
Throughout the meeting, Feng Yan remained silent.
His focused demeanor carried an understated sharpness, almost intimidating.
He listened quietly, his brows slightly furrowed.
Occasionally, he would lower his head and type a few words.
From the frequency of his keystrokes, Sang Lu guessed he was likely typing phrases like "approved" or "redo," issuing directives on the employees' proposals.
Just then—
A notification popped up in the corner of Sang Lu’s laptop screen.
The new email was from Director Wang: [Approved].
After reading the message, Sang Lu glanced again at Feng Yan, whose commanding presence was palpable.
Suddenly, she felt a sense of disparity between them.
Under the same roof—
She was just a struggling worker.
He was the president of a corporation, holding the power to decide the fate of others' proposals.
For a brief moment, she felt dazed.
If it weren’t for the arranged marriage set up by their ancestors generations ago, she and he might never have crossed paths in their lifetimes.
Sang Lu closed her laptop.
Feng Yan’s meeting had also just ended. He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I feel like going to the convenience store to grab some snacks. Want to come along?” Sang Lu turned and asked.
Feng Yan paused slightly.
Clearly, he hadn’t expected her to be hungry again so soon after dinner.
But then he recalled how, back at the Qinghe Bay home, she always kept the snack supply well-stocked.
No matter when the fridge was opened, it was always packed.
He nodded.
Grabbing the jacket draped over the back of his chair, he followed Sang Lu out the door.
The resort’s pathways were quiet at night.
Most people stayed indoors, enjoying luxurious facilities like top-tier spa treatments or live performances by professional musicians in the concert hall.
Compared to those, Sang Lu preferred the natural scenery.
During her afternoon stroll, she had noticed that even chain-brand convenience stores had opened a few locations within Qilan.
Late at night after work, it was the perfect time for an ice-cold soda and a few skewers of oden.
On many late nights spent working overtime, this had been her go-to combination.
The two walked along the pathway.
The surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of wind rustling through the leaves could be heard.
The streetlights cast a dim, yellow glow.
Every few steps, there was one, and tiny insects circled around them, bumping into the light.
They walked in silence.
Sang Lu was thinking—
When she had asked Feng Yan if he wanted to join her, it was just out of courtesy.
She hadn’t expected him to actually agree.
She figured he might want to buy something to eat too.
But when she was browsing the snack aisle, picking and choosing, she hadn’t anticipated that he would stand beside her the entire time, maintaining his cold and distant demeanor.
Sang Lu: "?"
In the late-night convenience store, there weren't many customers.
The bored shop assistant was observing the customers.
When she saw this couple walk in, her eyes lit up instantly.
What an attractive couple.
Hmm, they look somewhat familiar?
Yet she couldn't remember where she had seen them before.
She frowned, trying hard to recall, her gaze constantly following this couple.
She observed.
The girl was enthusiastically picking out snacks, her face beaming with a smile.
The guy walked behind, his incredibly handsome face devoid of extra expressions, cold and detached, seemingly uninterested in the items on the shelves.
Throughout the entire process, he only reached out twice.
Once, to hand over his phone for payment.
Once, to take the oden to the outdoor table for his girlfriend.
The shop assistant packed the snacks Sang Lu had chosen into a bag, handed it over, and suddenly smiled at her:
"Miss, you and your boyfriend seem really close. Your boyfriend is super, super, super handsome."
Sang Lu was slightly taken aback.
The juicy squid egg in her hand shook.
She turned to look at Feng Yan, who was waiting for her by the outdoor table.
Through the convenience store's glass, his figure was tall and upright.
She was sure that he was the only handsome guy in sight.
Retracting her gaze, Sang Lu asked the shop assistant with delight:
"Really?"
Had her relationship with the ice block guy become so harmonious that even strangers thought they were a great couple?
Fantastic!
The efforts over this period hadn't been in vain!
Although the shop assistant's perception needed some improvement, they weren't a couple; they were just not-so-familiar arranged marriage partners.
The shop assistant was taken aback by the question.
What do you mean, really?
Was it about being close, or about being handsome?
Whichever one.
The shop assistant nodded emphatically.
"Yes, really!"
Sang Lu's smile grew brighter, her voice crisp and filled with gratitude:
"Thank you for your kind words~"
The shop assistant paused with the barcode scanner in hand, puzzled: ???
Thank you for my kind words?
