The knot in Sang Lu's heart that had been troubling her all morning suddenly loosened.
So that's how it is~
She really had been overthinking it.
Feng Yan wasn't avoiding her at all—in fact, he had actively liked one of her social media posts.
This was a clear signal of friendliness!
Proof that her efforts to get closer over the past two days were starting to pay off.
Now was the time to press the advantage!
Sang Lu tapped her chin thoughtfully.
Out of all the posts she'd shared, Feng Yan had only liked this one.
Could it be… that he also liked this anime?
The thought had barely formed before she shook her head, muttering to herself:
"Unlikely. He seems like the type who only reads foreign newspapers."
But then again…
What if?
While she could afford to be a little stern with his younger brother, with this man, clinging to his coattails was the smarter strategy.
A sudden spark of inspiration flashed in Sang Lu's mind.
She opened another app.
Without hesitation, she sent Feng Yan a flood of her long-collected clips from that famous detective anime.
Good things are meant to be shared.
That's what Ms. Lin always said.
……
"Buzz—"
"Buzz—"
"Buzz—"
"……"
The notification chimes from her messaging app rang incessantly, over a dozen times in a row.
Fang Assistant stood beside President Feng, waiting for him to finish signing a contract.
The barrage of message alerts made Fang Assistant's eyes widen in shock.
Who in the world would dare spam President Feng like this?
Everyone around him knew he despised noise—even employees giving reports in meetings avoided unnecessary chatter.
After years by Feng Yan's side, Fang Assistant had never witnessed anything like this.
Cautiously, he glanced at the boss, whose brows were slightly furrowed with irritation.
Feng Yan tapped his phone with a frosty expression.
A long moment passed.
Then, for the first time in Fang Assistant's memory, an unfamiliar emotion flickered across the boss's usually unreadable face.
Was that… confusion?
Since when was there anything President Feng couldn't understand?
How strange.
A few seconds later, Feng Yan rubbed his temple, his composed demeanor briefly giving way to something between exasperation and bemusement.
……
At this moment, Feng Yan couldn't help but wonder:
Just what exactly was going on inside that naturally curly head of Sang Lu's?
-
The cold moon hung high in the sky.
9 PM.
Feng Yan returned to Qinghe Bay, his suit jacket draped loosely over one hand.
The sound of the door alerted Sang Lu, her ears perking up.
She scurried over eagerly.
She couldn't wait to discuss the anime clips with him—this was the perfect opportunity to deepen their connection!
Feng Yan towered over Sang Lu by a full head. As she suddenly drew near, his gaze lowered, looking down at her.
A faint, sweet fragrance drifted into his senses.
His eyes flickered to her soft wool sweater—likely the lingering scent of laundry detergent from a recent wash.
Sang Lu's eyes sparkled with excitement:
"You're back!~"
"Did you get the messages I sent you?"
"Did you watch them? Did you?"
Feng Yan's gaze darkened slightly.
He thought back to the flood of messages Sang Lu had sent that afternoon.
The videos had been a chaotic mess, just thinking about them made his head throb.
He had only opened one, lasting less than ten seconds before closing it.
He had no idea what Sang Lu was trying to convey.
Still, he responded.
A single nod.
Meaning: received.
"You watched all of them?" Sang Lu's smile bloomed like a sudden sunrise.
Misinterpreting entirely.
Just as she thought!
That evergreen anime really did have a broad fanbase!
"……" Feng Yan.
He didn't bother correcting her.
His eyes lifted slightly, spotting Aunt Zhang approaching the foyer.
As usual, he extended his arm, handing his suit jacket over for her to hang.
Seeing the motion, Sang Lu blinked in confusion, "?"
Huh?
Was he… asking her to hang it up for him?
Standing face-to-face with Feng Yan, she couldn't see Aunt Zhang behind her.
Sang Lu's expression brightened with realization.
No big deal~
Just hanging up a jacket~
If it left a good impression on this ice-block of a man, she'd sew him a whole new coat with her own hands if needed.
Without hesitation, she reached out and took it, "Let me help."
Feng Yan's eyes froze.
His arm hovered mid-air for several seconds.
As she took the jacket, her fingertips brushed against the back of his hand.
The touch was delicate, feather-light, barely there.
His dark eyes remained unreadable.
Nearby, Aunt Zhang stood dumbfounded.
Why was the young madam taking over her job?
How odd.
In the past, the madam had never helped Master Feng with his coat.
Was the sun rising from the west now?
Then again…
This was a good thing!
Before being transferred to Qinghe Bay, Old Master Feng had instructed her and Aunt Li to continue their duties diligently, just as they had in the main residence. He had emphasized not looking down on the young madam, who came from an ordinary family, and to mediate if any conflicts arose between the newlyweds.
Now, seeing the master and madam growing closer day by day, harmony was surely on the horizon.
How wonderful.
With this in mind, the fifty-something Aunt Zhang swiftly pivoted.
In the blink of an eye, she had retreated all the way to the distant housekeeper's quarters.
The entire maneuver, silent as a shadow.
Feng Yan gave Sang Lu a long, puzzled look before slowly withdrawing his gaze.
Lowering his arm, he stepped further inside.
"If I'd known you liked it too, I would've invited you to watch it with me," Sang Lu casually hung his jacket on the foyer rack and followed, "But I wouldn't mind watching it again with you."
"I thought we had zero overlapping interests—what a surprise!"
"By the way, what else are you into? Maybe we have more in common?"
"Hmm… I'll go first. I love concerts…"
Once Sang Lu's chatterbox opened, it was like a dam breaking:
"Comedy shows, talk shows—big fan. I watch documentaries sometimes too."
"Those popular reality shows full of drama and backstabbing? No way. I cringe so hard I could dig a hole with my toes."
"You wouldn't believe how ridiculous it is—dozens of cameras rolling while people throw shade and pull sneaky stunts. Ugh, just thinking about it makes me squirm…"
"How about you? What kind of shows do you like?"
Without realizing it, Sang Lu had steered the conversation into familiar territory.
As an assistant TV producer, her daily work involved keeping up with variety shows across all platforms.
She knew the industry inside out.
Feng Yan walked ahead, methodically rolling up his shirt cuffs.
Listening to Sang Lu's endless stream of words behind him, he had no idea how to interrupt.
He had never met anyone like her.
Faced with a near-silent man like him, she could effortlessly spin an unbroken thread of topics.
His deliberate distance this morning hadn't fazed her in the slightest.
In fact…
It seemed to have backfired.
