Chapter 52

Under the circumstances where someone could pass by at any moment, Ji Qingyu found it hard to focus on kissing him. Fortunately, Feng Chengze’s remaining rationality quickly brought him back to his senses. Before any footsteps could be heard from the elevator hall, he had already let go of her struggling form, grabbed her hand, opened the passenger door, and shoved her inside.

Yes, shoved.
Ji Qingyu was stunned. Although they were indeed doing something that shouldn’t be seen by others, he was being a bit too rough!

Feng Chengze quickly got into the driver’s seat and heard her angry complaint, “My head almost hit the door.”

“It wouldn’t,” he said, “I was careful.”

Ji Qingyu: “…” How could he say he was careful?

She wanted to retort, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she realized what she wanted to say wasn’t suitable for daytime conversation, so she swallowed her words. She wasn’t the type to hold grudges; as long as she still wanted to be with him, she would be the most forgiving girlfriend.

After fastening her seatbelt, she smiled mysteriously, “I discovered something big today.”

Feng Chengze, who didn’t like driving this car, gripped the steering wheel and slowly drove out of the parking lot, “What is it?”

He was still catching his breath and didn’t really listen to her. Her breath, her voice, were compressing the already narrow space.

“But now I don’t want to tell you,” Ji Qingyu said. Initially, she didn’t understand the complex emotions she felt when she saw his glasses at the convenience store, but after seeing him, she understood. Before, she could share every detail she noticed with him, but now she couldn’t. Because the Feng Chengze beside her now seemed incapable of sitting alone in a convenience store late at night, even forgetting to wear his glasses. He wouldn’t understand.

He might even frown, showing his confusion with an expression that said, “Is that possible? How could I do something so silly?”

That would be disappointing. She didn’t want him to ruin the melody that had touched her heart when she heard about it, so she decided to keep it to herself for now, but not for long.

“Mmm.” Feng Chengze understood her well enough. He wasn’t overly curious. He knew that if it were truly something big, she wouldn’t be able to hold it in for a minute and would tell him immediately. If she could keep it to herself, it probably wasn’t as big as she claimed.

Ji Qingyu knew what kind of person he was, so she wasn’t too angry at his indifferent “Mmm.” She was just curious. Since she wasn’t sure if he had any past relationships, she slyly asked in a casual tone, “Were you like this in your previous relationships?”

If so, how did he not get beaten up?

As the car exited the parking lot, the glaring sunlight streamed through the windows, causing Ji Qingyu to close her eyes briefly. She then heard Feng Chengze respond, “Like what?”

“Just… hmm.”

Feng Chengze glanced at her curiously, “Do you want me to ask?”

She said she wouldn’t tell him, but now she wanted him to ask?

Ji Qingyu clutched her bag and smiled, “No, never mind~~~”

Amazing. He doesn’t answer what he should and keeps babbling about what he shouldn’t.

“If you want to say it, you’ll tell me.” He paused, smiling slightly where she couldn’t see, thinking that her defining their current relationship as “dating” was quite fitting and correct.

A marital relationship is something that becomes fixed after five years. There’s nothing wrong with following the routine, but this is better.
…

Feng Chengze hadn’t expected the delivery platform to be so fast. He didn’t have time to check the rider’s progress—of course, he didn’t really understand it either.

Ji Qingyu happily clung to his arm. Despite the hot weather, they stayed close together. As they exited the elevator and entered their home, they heard Yuan Bao’s excited shouts. Thankfully, the soundproofing was good, or the neighbors downstairs might have had something to say.

Feng Chengze’s hand, hanging by his side, twitched.

“Why is Yuan Bao so happy?” She looked at him, not expecting an answer, quickly changed into slippers, and walked inside, calling out, “Yuan Bao, what are you laughing about?”

“Mommy!!”

Feng Jiayuan rushed over, jumping around like a monkey, pointing at a large bouquet of roses placed on the living room carpet by Sister Sun and Sister Liu, and shouted, “Look! The lady with the helmet brought these flowers! So many! I counted, just one short of a hundred!”

Ji Qingyu was also stunned. A huge bouquet of roses. She instinctively turned to look for Feng Chengze, who walked over with a helpless expression and pressed his fingers to his brow.

“Did you order these?”

Feng Chengze found her question odd, “Who else could it be?”

“No! No!!” Ji Qingyu shook her head decisively.

Naturally, only he could have sent the roses to their home. She was just a bit shocked, as such a gesture seemed out of character for him. “Why… suddenly send flowers?”

She leaned closer and whispered, “Is today some anniversary I don’t know about?”

“No.” At this point, he seemed to revert to his old, taciturn self, not saying much.

Ji Qingyu chuckled. Sister Sun and Sister Liu were smiling as they took photos and videos of Feng Jiayuan posing in front of the roses. Taking advantage of their distraction, she reached out and hooked her finger around his.

I really like them.
I like them very, very much.

Feng Chengze, without changing his expression, clasped her wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze, but not enough to hurt her.

“Let me see!!” Feng Jiayuan jumped up to look at the photos Sister Liu and Sister Sun had taken, feeling a bit disappointed. “Secretary Liu, Driver Sun… your photos aren’t as good as Uncle Zhang’s.”

She couldn’t explain why, but she could tell.

“Mommy, are these flowers for me?” Feng Jiayuan asked expectantly.

Ji Qingyu passed the pressure to Feng Chengze, signaling with her eyes, Dad, your turn.

“No,” Feng Chengze replied calmly, “There should be a card.”

Feng Jiayuan pouted, “Why doesn’t anyone send me gifts?”

Sister Liu was about to comfort her, knowing that soon she would receive so many gifts she couldn’t open them all.

“No,” Ji Qingyu said, hiding her hands behind her back, feeling grateful that she had been thinking about her daughter while getting her nails done. “Mommy has an extraordinary gift for you, something you like the most…” She didn’t know what word to use, so she left it vague.

Feng Jiayuan’s eyes widened, “What I like the most is you, Mommy. You are with me every day, not a gift.”

Ji Qingyu’s heart melted.

Feng Chengze quietly watched his daughter, reasonably suspecting that the kindergarten might have introduced a course on sweet talk.

“Look!”

Ji Qingyu extended both hands in front of Feng Jiayuan, “It’s your second favorite, Kuromi!”

“Wow, Kuromi!!” Feng Jiayuan grabbed her hands, staring intently. She was at the age where she liked to correct adults’ mistakes. “Mommy, my second favorite is Daddy.”

Feng Chengze paused, watching the mother and daughter whispering to each other, and smiled silently.

Dusk fell. Only when Feng Jiayuan stayed overnight at the Feng residence did it become lively enough. At other times, the house would quiet down by eight o’clock. Feng Yu, dressed in comfortable home clothes, came downstairs. Hearing noises from the kitchen, he stepped in. Uncle Yang was dozing off, and something was cooking on the stove, emitting a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

Hearing footsteps, Uncle Yang immediately woke up. Seeing it was Feng Yu, he smiled and asked, “Hungry?”

In the past, the second young master’s life was exciting and rich, going out early and returning late. Uncle Yang would stay up late to prepare a midnight snack. Recalling the second young master’s youthful arrogance and high spirits, he still felt emotional. Back then, the second young master would also lean against the kitchen door and talk to him about a girl named Qingyu—

“She looks perfect in white. I can’t wait to see her in a wedding dress.”

“Would talking about marriage now scare her?”

“Uncle Yang, isn’t it strange? Marriage had never crossed my mind before. I thought I’d leave things like marriage and carrying on the family line to my elder brother. I didn’t want to do such mundane things. But now, I just want to marry her. I think about it eight hundred times a day.”

Feng Yu shook his head. “No, I came down to find something to drink. What’s this?”

“Madam’s calming soup.” Uncle Yang lifted the lid, checked his watch, and muttered to himself, “It needs to simmer for another twenty minutes.”

He could have handed this task over to someone else, but he didn’t trust them. Especially with medicine, he had to prepare it himself.

“Is my mom not sleeping well?” Feng Yu asked.

“Not very soundly,” Uncle Yang replied. “Master and Madam… got this recipe from someone. It works quite well.”

Feng Yu nodded calmly. Since Feng Chengze took over Yisheng, everyone started calling him “Master” instead of “Young Master.” It seemed that from that moment, everything began to change quietly. Only after everything settled did Feng Yu realize that it wasn’t just a change of position but an undeniable authority.

When the calming soup was ready, Feng Yu took it. “I’ll take it up. Uncle Yang, you should rest early, too.”

“Alright.”

Reaching the second floor, Feng Yu stopped in front of his parents’ master bedroom and knocked. Zheng Mingyue opened the door and was surprised to see him. Knowing his father was still busy in the study, he brought the porcelain bowl inside. “Be careful, it’s still very hot.”

Zheng Mingyue smiled and nodded, gesturing for him to sit on the sofa.
Instead of sitting, he stood behind her. “When I was abroad, I also had trouble sleeping. A friend took me to a traditional Chinese medicine clinic. After a few visits, I learned some techniques. Let me give you a massage; it might help you sleep better.”

Zheng Mingyue asked, “A friend? Which friend?”

“A male friend. You don’t know him,” Feng Yu replied helplessly.

Hearing this, Zheng Mingyue was visibly disappointed. “You’ll be thirty in a year. You should pay more attention to these things. Your father may not say anything, but he’s worried too. If you meet someone suitable, you should get to know them. Our family doesn’t have many rules. As long as you think it’s good, your father and I will be happy.”

Standing behind her, Feng Yu was about to say, “I haven’t met anyone,” when he noticed something and abruptly stopped. Under the soft light, he saw that his mother’s once thick, black hair now had more and more white strands.

“What’s wrong?” Zheng Mingyue asked gently, seeing her son silent for a long time.

Feng Yu’s eyes stung, and he replied with difficulty, “Nothing.”