Listening to this familiar tone, Sheng Xia couldn’t help but be on guard, firmly refusing to fall into his trap.

So, she only saw her eyes misting over, covering her heart with a sigh of emotion, “Of course, I miss my husband. I miss you, I’ve been missing you since the moment I left you.”

“I think of you when I get on the plane, I think of you when I get off the plane, I think of you when I lie in bed, I even think of you when I go out to play… I was thinking of you even when I was waiting for you just now!” Her voice was full of emotion, resounding, “So why are you asking me such questions? It’s clearly a lack of trust in your financial and household ability!”

[Help, my head is now full of “miss you,” I can’t even understand this word anymore (painful mask)]

[Is Sheng Xia confessing? She’s clearly torturing our ears, despicable!!]

[Wait, did she mix something strange in her confession? Not sure, let’s listen again.]

[Haha, Feng Yan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, I’m rich enough.]

[Feng Yan, wake up, your wife is mocking you! Hahaha, Sheng Xia is not afraid of Mr. Feng misunderstanding. She married him for money, haha.]

[Only real couples dare to joke like this, obviously not afraid of husband’s spoiling (dog head)]

[Feng Yan: Don’t panic, as long as I’m still an ATM machine, my wife will always be moved by me.]

However, while the audience was in chaos, Feng Yan remained unchanged, and asked meaningfully, “So, Xia Xia, did you miss me when you were playing on the jet ski?”

Sheng Xia: ?

Before Sheng Xia could react to why he suddenly mentioned the jet ski, she remembered her gesture toward him that had amused Le Chuxin, and couldn’t help but cough awkwardly.

She glanced at Tao Rou, her eyes flickering, and then she awkwardly looked away.

Her obvious guilty reaction made the apologetic and regretful Yin Su, his face couldn’t help but turn a little green, hesitant to speak.

[HAHAHA, I knew the bitter Mr. Feng couldn’t hold back! He’s jealous, he’s jealous, he finally couldn’t hold it back!]

[Feng Yan is already quite restrained. He doesn’t dare to ask about Sheng Xia wearing a swimsuit or to say that he’s jealous of Sheng Xia flirting outside. He only dares to ask if his wife missed him during that time (dog head)]

[Feng Yan’s position in this family is really tearful for those who hear it and heartbreaking for those who see it. It’s so pitiful, haha.]

[What’s even funnier is that it’s not Yin the actor? Watching his wife feeling guilty and blushing, but not because of him, must be a mixed feeling!]

[Huang Liang and Yi Ting also have some feelings, right? Obviously, they also know in their hearts that when a woman is charming, there’s really nothing men can do (pointing and nodding)]

“I really miss Xia Xia, whether it’s when I’m searching for treasure with Chen Chen and Ran Ran, or when I’m working with Xiao Xu to try to get clues, I’m always thinking of you.” Feng Yan smiled slightly, calmly and confidently, “So when I saw Xia Xia having a great time jet skiing with them, I was a bit unhappy.”

“But after knowing that Xia Xia also misses me like this, I cheered myself up.”

Sheng Xia: “…”

She didn’t expect him to say that. She blinked, suddenly acting as if she hadn’t heard, and casually withdrew her hand from her chest.

Clearly, the dog of a man used to not talk much. How come ever since he started talking, he’s become more and more articulate, making it hard for people to resist?

Tsk, he’s not as good as before.

Relieved.

[System detected a rise in the host’s heart rate–]

“Hush, I’m fine now,” Sheng Xia’s tone was gentle, “These trivial matters aren’t worth dwelling on, so let’s not talk about them, okay?”

It feels more like a threat. System: [Oh.]

And as if he guessed she wasn’t going to respond, the man just smirked slightly, not pressing the matter further. Instead, he took out his phone and opened the photo album, speaking gently and playfully, “Look, isn’t it cute?”

Sheng Xia’s eyes lit up as she saw him turning the screen towards her, revealing a photo.

In the picture, Feng Xuchen was squatting, his face dirty, staring at a little puppy with watery grape-like eyes.

Both the black fur and the curly arc, as well as the round black eyes, were very similar.

She suddenly became interested, “Is this the little dog you met at the resort?”

Feng Yan nodded, taking a step towards the tree house with her, “I thought you might be interested, so I took a picture.”

As he spoke, he whispered to her about the incident with the little puppy yesterday. When she heard about the puppy biting Xuchen’s butt, Sheng Xia couldn’t help but laugh and looked through the photos.

The next picture was of the little puppy wagging its tail and licking Xuchen’s hand, with the little guy looking surprised. Then there was one of him hugging the puppy, both of them smiling happily.

Although the photography skills were average, each photo was vivid, capturing the little guy and the puppy in a particularly interesting way.

Unknowingly, the two had already walked side by side to the steps.

Looking at the somewhat rugged and uneven stairs, Feng Yan reached out his hand to her, and Sheng Xia naturally placed her hand in his palm, which he firmly held as they walked up.

Listening to his slow and deep voice, like telling a story, Sheng Xia’s heart stirred, and she suddenly turned her head to look at him.

She saw the man’s profile, calm and composed, his black eyes seemingly focused on the stairs ahead, yet inexplicably exuding a sense of focus and tenderness.

Sensing her gaze, Feng Yan also turned his head to look at her, his deep eyes filled with nothing but her, unable to let go of anything else.

Sheng Xia could feel the hand that was originally loosely holding hers gradually tightening, but the palm was dry, warm, and still steady and strong, all melding together with the faint sound of their heartbeats, becoming one.

The camera pulled back, revealing lush greenery around them, with the treehouse hidden among them directly below. Sheng Xia leaned slightly against the railing, and Feng Yan’s tall figure almost completely enveloped her slender one.

The two stood hand in hand on the spiral staircase, with a dim, soft light seeping out from the treehouse, casting a romantic and dreamy filter over their figures.

It was like a scene from a fairy tale, yet also like seeing the end of a movie.

And at that moment, Feng Jingxu, who was still standing below, not only carrying luggage but also holding his younger siblings’ hands, finally couldn’t bear it anymore. He looked up with a black face and shouted, “Hey, have you forgotten something?!”