Feng Yan answered with such calmness that Sang Lu was momentarily stunned.
She never would have imagined that this icy, domineering CEO beside her would prefer citrus-scented body wash.
In all the novels she'd read, the red-eyed, waist-grabbing tycoons were mostly described as having sandalwood or cedar fragrances...
Or at the very least, a faint hint of tobacco...
Sang Lu stared blankly at Feng Yan.
The thought of him exuding a citrusy aroma made her internally recite a classic domineering CEO line:
How amusing, how amusing (smirks arrogantly.jpg).
Lost in her mental theatrics, she couldn’t help but let out another inexplicable chuckle—
An audible one, at that.
Feng Yan’s composed gaze flicked toward her.
Sang Lu swiftly adjusted her expression, letting her lingering smile soften her eyes as she asked,
"This brand has other scents too, richer and more subdued. You’d probably like them better—want to try?"
Feng Yan’s eyes lowered slightly before he looked away. "No need. The current one is fine."
Hah, surprisingly easygoing.
A CEO who isn’t picky.
How amusing, how amusing.
Sang Lu’s imagination ran wild again.
She didn’t press further.
At the same time, her mental tally of stereotypical male traits quietly increased by one.
Unwilling to accept something bought specifically for him, but perfectly content to casually use someone else’s.
Online forums were full of married women complaining about their husbands doing the exact same thing.
Sang Lu never expected she’d one day relate to those posts.
With practiced ease, she nodded and replied to Feng Yan,
"Ok~ Since you like it, I’ll stock up on a few more bottles of the same scent."
The man behind the wheel neither agreed nor disagreed.
He remained fully committed to his role as the driver.
Sang Lu spent half the time talking and the other half lost in thought.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived at their destination.
The filming site for the preview was a sprawling lawn, beautifully decorated by the props team—just the sight of it from afar lifted her mood.
Sang Lu stepped out of the car and waved cheerfully at Feng Yan through the window, bidding him goodbye.
Feng Yan gave a cool nod in response.
The car drove off.
After watching it disappear into the distance, Sang Lu turned on her heel—only to feel a sudden tap on her shoulder.
A voice chimed beside her.
"I saw everything~"
Turning, she found Yu Xiaoke grinning brightly.
Sang Lu blinked. "Saw what?"
"CEO Feng personally drove you here..." Yu Xiaoke wiggled her eyebrows, her tone brimming with fangirl excitement. "Who would’ve thought that behind that cold, aloof exterior, he’s actually a total wife simp?"
Wife simp?
Those two words had absolutely no connection to Feng Yan.
"It’s not what you think," Sang Lu corrected her. "He might seem cold and aloof, but he’s actually really kind-hearted."
Yu Xiaoke: "Kind-hearted?"
Sang Lu smiled. "My car, Orangey, had worn-out tires. He helped me get them replaced, so he gave me a ride to work."
"Ohhhh~ Really now~ My dear Lu, should I call you naive or just plain clueless?"
Yu Xiaoke’s teasing tone didn’t waver—if anything, it grew more exaggerated.
Sang Lu blinked again: "?"
Seeing her bewildered expression, Yu Xiaoke sighed and lightly tapped her forehead.
"Think about it—why didn’t CEO Feng just send a driver? Why take the wheel himself? A busy corporate CEO can’t possibly have that much free time, right?"
With that, Yu Xiaoke shot her a you figure it out look before striding off toward the filming site to greet the crew.
Leaving Sang Lu rooted in place.
A question mark practically materialized above her head.
Sang Lu: ?
Now that she mentions it...
Why did Feng Yan drive her himself?
He rarely drove at all—usually, it was his chauffeur.
Lately, though, he’d been behind the wheel more often.
Before she could dwell on it, her phone pinged with a WeChat notification.
[Xie Sinan: Meeting at the station tomorrow before heading to the venue? Or just meet there directly?]
The International Media Summit was tomorrow.
Sang Lu typed quickly: [Let’s meet at the venue.]
[Xie Sinan: Got it. Don’t forget your formal attire and venue pass.]
She sent back an Ok sticker and added: [No way I’d forget.]
Today’s preview shoot was bound to be hectic.
Tomorrow’s media summit would be no different.
Sang Lu switched into work mode, her expression instantly turning serious.
With brisk steps, she headed toward the set.
The fleeting confusion in her mind was quickly forgotten.
......
Feng Corporation.
Assistant Fang knocked on the CEO’s office door.
He entered to brief Feng Yan on the next day’s schedule.
His tone was steady. "CEO Feng, tomorrow at 10 AM, you’ll need to visit the Nanfeng District branch for an inspection and executive meeting... Chairman Shen of Huanrui Group called earlier to ask if you’d be available for a trip to the equestrian club the day after..."
Once the report concluded, the man behind the mahogany desk lifted his gaze with calm indifference.
Assistant Fang understood the cue, closing the folder with a slight bow. "CEO Feng, I’ll take my leave now."
The office door shut.
Feng Yan pinched the bridge of his nose.
For the first time, a trace of exhaustion flickered in the eyes of this normally unflappable man.
As long as he occupied this seat, the endless cycle of work and social obligations would never cease.
He leaned back into his chair.
The rigid line of his shoulders relaxed just slightly.
Picking up his phone, he tapped a familiar sequence.
Sang Lu’s latest WeChat Moments post—uploaded half an hour ago—appeared.
A photo.
An access pass for an international media summit, captioned—
[Seize the day when life smiles upon you—tomorrow, I’ll be grinding in a new locationദ്ദി˶ｰ̀֊ｰ́)✧]
A faint light seeped into his dark irises.
Through the screen, he could almost picture Sang Lu’s lively, radiant expression as she typed those words.
As if infected by her energy, the weariness in his eyes softened a fraction.
Reclining in his leather chair, his thumb hovered over the screen.
After a brief pause, he tapped Like.
Just as his finger pressed down, he noticed a small line of text beneath the pass.
The summit she was attending would be held in Nanfeng District.
What a coincidence.
......
The next morning.
As usual, Feng Yan woke first.
He sat at the dining table, flipping through a financial magazine while eating breakfast.
The bedroom door opened.
Moments later, an unfamiliar click-clack echoed through the room.
The sound of high heels against the floor.
His gaze drifted—then froze the instant it landed on Sang Lu.
His usually detached eyes darkened with intensity.
Sang Lu was dressed unlike her usual self—a silk blouse, elegant and refined, tucked into a sleek pencil skirt that accentuated her slender waist. Her legs, fair and straight, were now clad in a pair of heels.
Noticing Feng Yan’s lingering stare, Sang Lu confidently raised her arms, giving him a full view, and asked with a smile,
"Does this make me look like a high-rise office career woman?"
Feng Yan’s deep eyes paused.
Then, unexpectedly, warmed with a quiet gentleness.
He nodded.
"Yay~ If even you say so, then this outfit must scream professionalism!" Sang Lu cheerfully pulled out a chair and sat across from him. "I’m wearing this for the media summit today. Looking good isn’t the priority—it’s about representing the station well. The Station Chief specifically emphasized that."
She took a bite of the steamed bun Aunt Zhang had bought fresh that morning.
Her cheeks puffed slightly as she spoke, eyes sparkling.
Feng Yan slowly averted his gaze, taking a sip of water before murmuring in a low voice, "You look beautiful."
Sang Lu’s chewing halted. "..."
Huh?
That long speech of hers wasn't about asking whether it looked good or not, for heaven's sake!
Feng Yan really has a knack for missing the point entirely.
