The next day.
Sang Lu was awakened by her alarm clock.
Opening her eyes, she blinked drowsily at the unfamiliar room decor and took a few seconds to remember—this was the Feng family's ancestral home.
Rubbing her eyes, she turned her head and realized she was alone in the room.
Sang Lu narrowed her eyes.
Three words floated through her mind—Workaholic!
Feng Yan never needed an alarm clock, always rising before her.
A born workaholic.
Stretching lazily, she headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
As she stepped out of the bedroom, the faint sound of running water reached her from the guest bathroom on the second floor.
She climbed a few steps up the stairs and peeked.
In the laundry basket outside the bathroom lay a man's T-shirt and sweatpants.
Feng Yan must have returned from his morning run and, not wanting to disturb her, had gone to the second floor to shower.
At this realization, Sang Lu narrowed her eyes again.
Two more words drifted through her mind—Overachiever!
Despite his packed schedule, he still maintained his workout routine.
His energy was terrifyingly boundless.
Too much. Just too much.
Leaving no room for others to breathe.
Sighing, she shook her head and descended the stairs.
Steam rose from the dining table where breakfast had been delivered right on time by the housekeeper.
Sang Lu picked up a bowl of congee and began eating.
As an ordinary office worker, she wasn’t like Feng Yan, the heaven-chosen CEO.
Her first priority after waking up? Filling her stomach.
After a few sips, the sound of water upstairs stopped. She glanced up just as Feng Yan stepped out of the bathroom, leisurely fastening his cufflinks, his elbows bent in effortless grace.
The villa’s floor-to-ceiling windows stretched five or six meters high, and the morning light streamed through, casting a soft, warm glow over Feng Yan.
Fresh from the shower, his short hair was half-dried, the strands at his forehead swept back, accentuating his sharp, well-defined features. His tall frame was draped in a black dress shirt, the fabric clinging to his toned muscles with just the right amount of restrained power.
Sang Lu’s breath hitched.
She suddenly recalled a saying she’d seen online—Good-looking people could make even a potato sack look stylish.
Feng Yan was definitely one of them.
A plain black T-shirt looked regal and poised on him, like an unshakable pine tree.
But in a tailored dress shirt, he exuded an icy, untouchable allure.
Like a living, breathing poster.
So unfairly handsome it was hard to look away.
If she’d been watching a video compilation of attractive men, she would’ve been shamelessly drooling by now.
But here, faced with a real person, she could only maintain her composure—sipping her congee with elegant restraint.
While mentally drooling in secret.
Feng Yan seemed to sense her gaze and slowly turned his head, meeting her eyes.
Their stares locked.
The cool detachment in Feng Yan’s expression softened slightly as he noticed her eating breakfast.
"I’ll drive you to the TV station later," he said, his voice calm.
Sang Lu set down her bowl and tilted her head up.
"I rode Orange here yesterday. I can get to work on my own. No need for you to drive me."
Having finished adjusting the cufflink on his left sleeve, Feng Yan switched to the right, his movements unhurried. He took a couple of steps forward, leaning casually against the railing as he looked down at her.
"It’s a long distance. I’ll take you."
His voice paused briefly, his gaze shifting to the breakfast spread before her.
"Eat a bit more. There’s no rush."
A simple reply, yet it carried an air of quiet authority that brooked no argument.
Sang Lu blinked.
Come to think of it, she had overlooked the distance.
Yesterday, she had come directly from Qinghe Bay to the ancestral home, which wasn’t far.
But traveling from here to the TV station would double the distance.
Realizing this, she nodded. "Then what about Orange? Leave it here? Who’ll ride it back?"
Just as Feng Yan was about to respond, the doorbell rang.
Feng Yi’s boisterous voice echoed from outside—
"Big bro, sis-in-law, are you up yet?"
"Big bro, sis-in-law, good morning…"
"It’s Feng Yi. Are you guys awake?"
Sang Lu opened the door.
She was momentarily taken aback by Feng Yi’s completely transformed appearance.
The disheveled, near-homeless-looking second young master of the Feng family from yesterday had been polished back to his usual handsome self.
Compared to before, the rebellious edge in his eyes had faded, replaced by a more youthful, refreshed energy.
Feng Yi’s gaze darted around until it landed on his brother’s figure by the second-floor railing.
Grinning widely, he announced,
"Big bro, sis-in-law, I thought hard last night and decided to go back to school to finish my master’s degree. After that, I’ll join the group and learn from you."
As he spoke, there was no trace of his usual cocky smirk or half-heartedness.
It sounded like a solemn promise—one brother to another.
Feng Yan looked down at him in silence for a moment before giving a faint "Mm" of acknowledgment.
Instantly, Feng Yi’s face lit up.
Fist-pumping, he cheered, "Yes!"
His joy was infectious, and Sang Lu couldn’t help but encourage him. "Go for it~"
Feng Yi, uncharacteristically docile, nodded firmly. "Yeah, I will!"
Watching the newly revitalized Feng Yi, an idea suddenly struck Sang Lu.
The earlier dilemma now had a solution.
If she remembered correctly, Feng Yi had been hauled over by Feng Yan’s men in a car—without his motorcycle.
Which meant…
Feng Yi was still basking in his happiness when someone tapped his shoulder.
Turning, he found his sis-in-law smiling at him mysteriously.
"Xiao Yi~ We’re both so happy to see this change in you. As your sis-in-law, I’ve decided to give you a special reward."
Xiao Yi?
No one had ever called him that.
Sis-in-law had been normal yesterday—why was she suddenly back to being incomprehensible?
Just as Feng Yi’s confusion surfaced, Sang Lu continued,
"A reward?"
"Yep." She beamed at him like a benevolent elder. "You love riding motorcycles, right? Once you’re back in school, you won’t get as many chances to ride…"
Feng Yi was lost. "?"
Sang Lu’s eyes curved into crescents. "So, as a final treat, I’ll lend you my beloved bike for the day. Ride it as much as you want—just return it to our place by evening. Deal?"
Then, worried he might not fall for it so easily, she added emphatically,
"My baby is super cool and guaranteed to turn heads~~~"
Sis-in-law’s beloved bike?
Super cool?
Those keywords instantly ignited Feng Yi’s motorcycle soul. His eyes sparkled.
"Really, sis-in-law?"
She was way too good to him.
"Where’s your bike? Show me!"
Feng Yi eagerly hurried outside, urging Sang Lu to lead him to the vehicle.
Hanging back slightly, Sang Lu glanced over her shoulder at the man still leaning against the second-floor railing.
A triumphant gleam flashed in her eyes as she subtly flashed an "OK" sign, her expression screaming: Found the perfect courier for Orange~
Feng Yan rested his hands lazily on the railing, his gaze following her.
The sight of her lively, scheming little face unconsciously softened the cool darkness in his eyes, tugging the corners of his lips upward.
