Just as Sang Lu was standing there in a daze, Feng Yan had already started the car and stepped on the accelerator, driving off.
Sang Lu stared at his sharp, chiseled profile—his cold expression still devoid of warmth as he focused on the road ahead.
The dazzling slanting sunlight pierced his pupils, dissolving the faint displeasure that had lingered in his eyes since last night.
At this moment, Sang Lu’s mind was filled with question marks.
She couldn’t figure out what this man was thinking.
He didn’t seem inclined to offer any explanation for his sudden move of buckling her seatbelt for her.
Sang Lu rolled down the window slightly and leaned against it, letting the breeze brush past her.
After a brief moment of contemplation,
she could only come up with one plausible explanation.
It must have been because she had spent too long adjusting her bag strap earlier, and Feng Yan, annoyed by her slowness, had simply fastened her seatbelt to speed things up.
He just wanted to get home faster.
As this thought crossed her mind, Sang Lu noticed Feng Yan’s phone vibrate.
Just as the traffic light turned red.
He glanced down at the message.
The light switched to green.
Feng Yan pressed the accelerator.
From the slightly increased speed, Sang Lu confirmed her judgment.
He really was just eager to get home.
Before long,
the black sedan pulled into Qinghe Bay.
Parked in the private garage.
Just as she was about to head toward the elevator, Sang Lu caught a glimpse of something bright out of the corner of her eye.
She turned to look.
And froze.
Huh?
Why did Orangey suddenly get so big?
Upon closer inspection,
she realized it wasn’t that Orangey had grown.
Next to Orangey, there was now an identical creamy-orange Ferrari sports car.
Sang Lu’s eyes instantly sparkled with amazement, her feet unconsciously carrying her toward the vehicle.
A series of “Wow~” echoed through the garage.
She had never been particularly interested in cars.
She could barely recognize most brand logos.
But this car—she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
The color was just so, so, so, so gorgeous~
As everyone knew, those who didn’t understand cars judged them solely by their color.
Performance and specs? Weren’t they all pretty much the same anyway?
That’s exactly what she had thought when she bought Orangey—she had waited months for that limited-edition creamy-orange shade. As for the other features? Meh, as long as it worked.
Feng Yan stood by the hood, posture relaxed, his usually cold obsidian eyes softening imperceptibly as he watched Sang Lu circle the car three full times.
Listening to her continuous stream of “wows.”
After a long while,
Sang Lu finally looked up and asked, puzzled, “It’s so beautiful! Is this your new car?”
She was just about to compliment him—praise his excellent taste in color, how he’d finally moved beyond the usual monotonous array of blacks, showing some real discernment.
But before she could open her mouth, Feng Yan casually dropped two words:
“Yours.”
“?” Sang Lu froze, pointing at herself. “Mine?”
Wait, was he misunderstanding something?
She walked over, grabbed Feng Yan’s wrist,
and pulled him between Orangey and the Ferrari.
“Look carefully,” she said, gesturing first to one car, then the other. “This one is mine. I was asking about this one—the Ferrari.”
Feng Yan stiffened slightly, the delicate softness of her touch sending an inexplicable warmth spreading through his palm.
Sang Lu, completely unaware, quickly let go.
Her face was full of confusion as she looked up at the man beside her.
Feng Yan’s throat moved slightly as he tucked his hand into his trouser pocket, his voice low. “It’s for you.”
“You’re giving me a car? Why???” Sang Lu’s eyes widened in shock.
Feng Yan lowered his gaze to meet hers. “Didn’t you post on your Moments that you liked it?”
“Huh?” Sang Lu was baffled.
When had she ever posted something like that?
“Did I?”
Feng Yan gave a faint nod, his expression so calm and unreadable that Sang Lu began to doubt herself.
Had she really posted it…?
She knew she tended to ramble, posting multiple times a day on her Moments.
There was no way she could remember every single offhand thought she’d ever shared.
Determined to get to the truth,
Sang Lu opened her Moments.
Holding her phone, she scrolled and scrolled…
After what felt like ages,
she still couldn’t find it.
“I really posted that?”
She lifted her gaze, skepticism written all over her face as she asked Feng Yan again.
Feng Yan nodded, his expression as unshakable as ever.
Sang Lu: “……” Alright, it didn’t seem like a lie.
She searched again, meticulously this time.
Finally,
she found the word “Ferrari” buried in a long rant from months ago.
It was a complaint she’d posted during a business trip to Nancheng—
[Visited SKP in Nancheng and saw Patek Philippe offering a 1% discount! A whole 1% off! Guys, what does that even mean? It’s like handing me a 300-yuan coupon and telling me to go buy a Ferrari. Do I look like I’m short on 300 yuan? Huh!?]
Sang Lu stared at the screen for several seconds before slowly looking up.
“Wait,” she burst out laughing, her clear eyes brimming with amusement. “This was the post you interpreted that way?”
Feng Yan gave her a sidelong glance. “?”
“Was ‘Ferrari’ really the keyword here?” Sang Lu’s smile grew even wider.
How had he managed to zero in on that?
Now,
it was the cold, sharp-edged man across from her whose brows furrowed slightly in confusion.
Seeing his expression, Sang Lu couldn’t help but laugh.
She suddenly wanted to take back what she’d said yesterday.
The Feng brothers really were all cut from the same cloth.
Even someone as composed and formidable as Feng Yan had his moments of… unconventional logic.
But of course, she wouldn’t say that out loud.
After the incident where the family patriarch had gifted her an island’s worth of jewelry, her ability to absorb shocks had significantly improved.
She processed the fact that she now inexplicably owned another car much faster this time.
When someone gave you a gift out of kindness, the right thing to do wasn’t to question it or pour cold water on it.
You had to respond with enthusiasm first.
“I love it so much~ Thank you! Though, I haven’t gotten around to getting my driver’s license yet. Once I do, I’ll take you for a spin~”
She arched a playful brow, her smile bright and sincere.
A mischievous yet earnest promise.
Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, she leaned slightly closer to Feng Yan.
Tilting her delicate face up, she asked in a teasing tone:
“By the way, does this mean I can start making wishes on my Moments now? And you’ll grant them if you see them?”
The air in the garage grew still.
Sang Lu’s sudden proximity carried a faint, sweet fragrance with it.
Disrupting the steady flow of air.
Feng Yan’s breath hitched, the heat in his palm intensifying where it was tucked in his pocket.
Before he could respond, Sang Lu tilted her head and laughed.
“Just kidding~ Don’t take it seriously. I’m not that greedy.”
She couldn’t afford to leave a bad impression.
The phrase “be cautious with words and actions” was etched into her mind.
With that, she happily walked toward the elevator.
Feng Yan’s gaze lingered on her retreating figure, his dark eyes unreadable.
The faint scent she’d left behind still lingered in the air.
After a brief pause, he followed.
The elevator doors slid open with a “ding.”
They stepped inside.
Just as the doors closed,
Feng Yan responded to her earlier question, his tone casual.
“You can.”
As her husband, buying her things she wanted was basic.
Normal.
He didn’t think there was any deeper meaning behind his words.
Just like how he’d bought this car—it was only because she’d given him a cup and a lumbar cushion first.
To accept without reciprocating wasn’t something his upbringing would allow.
He didn’t notice how Sang Lu froze for a moment after he finished speaking.
Her gaze was fixed on him through the reflection in the elevator doors.
Their eyes met in the mirrored surface.
The elevator ascended slowly.
The air between them grew quiet.
In the reflection, Feng Yan stood tall and poised, one hand casually tucked in his pocket, his head slightly tilted back. His sharp, handsome features carried an almost striking intensity.
Somehow,
at that very moment, Sang Lu felt his charm had multiplied.
Her eyes blinked in a daze.
Though usually quick with words, she found herself utterly speechless now.
