Chapter 30

The large floor-to-ceiling windows became a mirror, revealing the expressions on their faces and the emotions in their eyes.

Feng Chengze silently withdrew his hand, but his fingertips still tingled, and only he knew the vibrations in his chest.

“It’s getting late.”

Seemingly unaware, Ji Qingyu finished her champagne, rested her chin on her hand, and said calmly, “We’ll probably fall asleep around two, and Yuan Bao will knock on the door to say good morning around seven.”

Feng Chengze could find solutions to other problems, but he had no way to deal with his stubborn daughter. He didn’t want to be the stern father that his child feared.

Ji Qingyu’s gaze shifted, and she noticed the castle model nearby. She became interested and handed him her phone, “Take a picture of me for my social media.”

Like going to the gym without taking a photo, staying up until one or two in the morning to do crafts was a testament to her motherly love, so she had to take a photo to commemorate it. Even ten or twenty years later, Yuan Bao should appreciate it.

Feng Chengze was handed the phone, feeling a bit helpless.

Ji Qingyu thought to herself that he was the most realistic man. If he could hear her thoughts, he would agree. His attitude towards insignificant people and his own woman was definitely different. Otherwise, what kind of person would he be?

He took the phone and waited for her to pose.

She kept muttering, “Actually, my profile looks better, but I’m not wearing makeup now. It should be fine, right? The lighting here is a bit dim. Will it make me look dark?”

For Feng Chengze, this was a rare experience. Imagining whether his future wife would be beautiful, gentle, or lively was something only idle men in their mate-selection period would do. Since he had never fantasized about it or thought about what kind of person he should like, he occasionally felt dazed when Ji Qingyu gradually occupied his life.
But he knew he didn’t dislike it. From the first time he saw her, he never disliked her.

“You can take the picture now!”

Feng Chengze collected his thoughts, raised the phone, and aimed the camera at her sitting by the coffee table. Her smile was bright. Whether she wore makeup or not made no difference to him, but reason told him it was best not to say that to her.

Suddenly, he frowned. On the phone screen, her robe’s belt had loosened, and one side had slipped off, revealing her smooth shoulder.

It was very eye-catching. Taking photos was no problem, but posting on social media…

He couldn’t bring himself to remind her to put on her clothes. After thinking for a few seconds and seeing Ji Qingyu’s puzzled look, he reached out his hand, letting his right hand appear in the shot, perfectly blocking the view.

Ji Qingyu: “?”

After he finished taking the photo, she lowered her gaze. The thin strap of her nightgown was against her collarbone. She blinked and suddenly realized, then couldn’t help but smile.

This is why there’s such a thing as an age gap. What seemed normal to her didn’t seem that way to him. But fortunately, instead of asking her to put on her robe or forcefully helping her put it on, he just used his hand to block the view.

“Here.” Feng Chengze, afraid she would be picky, took several shots in a row.

Ji Qingyu eagerly looked through them, but the more she looked, the more she couldn’t hide her slight disappointment. She started to miss Assistant Zhang.

Without comparison, there’s no harm. With a treasure in front, Feng Chengze’s photos were… too much from a straight man’s perspective.

However, she didn’t want to ask too much of him. At least he didn’t capture her blinking or with a grimacing expression.

She smiled and gave a perfunctory compliment: “Not bad.”

The photos were all similar, indistinguishable from each other. She picked one, didn’t even use a filter, and set it to a specific group to post on her social media. She recently learned that some wealthy wives even hire people to manage their social media platforms, ensuring they don’t say anything inappropriate. The future her would be very cautious, too, but only organizing the groups made her dizzy.

This post was only visible to her close friends and Feng Chengze—

[At this moment, the great mother and father are still awake. This will be included in Yuan’s elementary school essay material library.]

In the photo, the man’s distinct hand was very noticeable.

Feng Chengze opened the social media post and was amused by her “essay material library” comment. He liked the post, but he was a bit late. He wasn’t the first to like it. Her social media was filled with night owls.

Mao Feifei: [Today’s dose of fear of marriage and childbirth.]

Chu Ning: [Stealing this material~]

Ji Qingyu and Feng Chengze returned to the bedroom. After eating, he needed to rinse his mouth and brush his teeth. She waited, realizing there were less than six hours left until seven o’clock. She ran to the living room, found Feng Jiayuan’s usual drawing board, and solemnly wrote, hoping that the cutest little girl in the world wouldn’t say good morning to her parents tomorrow morning. Then she placed it at the children’s room door so Feng Jiayuan and Sister Liu would see it when they woke up. Although she knew this wouldn’t stop the most stubborn little girl in the world, she still wanted to make a last-ditch effort.

Feng Chengze had already brushed his teeth. He came out, and she went in. She hadn’t felt anything special before, but now, seeing the two mouthwash cups placed together, a slight tingling sensation passed through her heart like a feather brushing over. The taste of champagne, cake, and shrimp chips, along with his, was all washed away.

Back in bed, she couldn’t find her thin blanket. His thin quilt was spread wide, his intentions clear. She didn’t mention it.

Feng Chengze leaned against the bed, removing his glasses and lazily rubbing his temples. She thought for a moment, then casually took off her outer robe. The camisole underneath was very short—most of the nightgowns in the wardrobe were of this style. This one barely covered her thighs, but the large expanse of white in front was quite dazzling.

Feng Chengze had been calmly glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, but this glance made him pause. His gaze lingered on her as if it had substance.

Ji Qingyu quickly got into bed, lifting the thin quilt and sliding in like a fish, closing her eyes with a serene expression. His gaze followed her movements. After a moment of silence, he turned off the light and lay down. The bed was too big, and neither of them deliberately stayed close, but when she turned over, his leg moved. In her half-asleep state, he pulled her into his arms, their bodies pressed together.
…

Morning.

Feng Chengze woke up very early. Maybe it was uncomfortable being held by him, or maybe their relationship had gotten closer, but she had the courage to kick him away even in her sleep. Yet, she still slept close to him. When it came to sleeping, she was very domineering. She could hug and cling to him, but he couldn’t do the same. He lowered his eyes, wanting to look at her a bit longer, but the light filtering through the curtains made him guess that if he didn’t get up soon, a certain girl, unhappy about having to go to school, would burst in. He lifted the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed, and quietly calmed the restlessness inside him. He picked up the watch on the bedside table to check the time. After sitting quietly for several minutes, he gently opened the door.

Feng Jiayuan, who was about to knock, missed and took a step back, staring wide-eyed at her father.

Father and daughter locked eyes.

Just as Feng Chengze was about to scoop her up and take her to the living room, Yuan Bao, as his daughter, had already seen through his intentions. After all, this had happened several times before. Grandpa had quietly told her that although she could make many, many mistakes in her life, he still hoped she would be the smartest treasure in the family and try not to repeat mistakes.

She nodded vigorously in agreement.

Grandpa was thrilled, his eyes red, almost crying. She asked if Grandpa was going to shed golden beans, but Grandpa said she was mistaken.

She had been caught by her father before, but not this time, and never again!

She deftly ducked under her father’s arm, like a football, rolled into the room, agilely climbed onto the bed, lay beside Ji Qingyu, stretched out her small hand to hug her, and burrowed into her mother’s arms, nudging with her little head, “Mom, Mom, Mommy~”

Ji Qingyu woke up as soon as Feng Jiayuan came in. She lazily opened her eyes and pinched her daughter’s cheek. The mother and daughter had similar features, with round eyes curved when they smiled.

Feng Chengze stood at the door. After a while, she sat up and said to him with feigned resentment, “Mr. Feng, you must not play much soccer, right?”

Even if you did, you probably never played as a goalkeeper.

Feng Jiayuan didn’t understand this, but Feng Chengze did. He didn’t avoid her teasing, calmly nodded, looked at the ball on the bed, and then at her. He seemed to be at a loss with these two.

Ji Qingyu couldn’t go back to sleep. It wasn’t entirely Yuan Bao’s fault. She had arranged with Chu Ning yesterday that Chu Ning would pick her up around nine o’clock, and they would go look at some offices to finalize the company’s location quickly. She had no choice but to get up.

After saying good morning, Feng Jiayuan had to go to school under Sister Liu’s urging.

Ji Qingyu came out of the bathroom looking sleepy and found Feng Chengze still in the dressing room, already dressed in a shirt and trousers, slowly putting on his watch. “Help me choose a tie.”

“…Oh.”

Choosing a tie wasn’t enough; he didn’t take it.

Ji Qingyu immediately understood his meaning and said awkwardly, “I don’t know how.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m not that particular.”

She had no choice but to walk up to him, stand on tiptoe, and thread the tie through the collar of his shirt. She got stuck at the first step—what to do?

She had completely forgotten his previous demonstration and only remembered the steps for tying a green or red scarf from her childhood.

But!

Could she tie a red scarf for Mr. Feng, who might have an important meeting today?

Seeing her frown, Feng Chengze chuckled softly. Then he reached out and held her. Looking into her eyes, his hands moved continuously, teaching her step by step. “You’ll get it after tying it a few times.”

Ji Qingyu’s eyelids lowered, but the corners of her mouth lifted. She hadn’t had time to change out of her nightgown, her legs pressed against his trousers. Both of them were calm and composed. The black trousers and white legs created a picturesque scene in the dressing mirror.
…

Feng Chengze knew very well that a stable marriage and a reliable married status were significant advantages for entrepreneurs. So when he found a wedding ring on his ring finger on the plane, he didn’t think about taking it off. He had noticed early on that her fingers were bare. She had only worn two stacked bracelets yesterday, so he pondered, “Where’s your ring?”

“Ring?” Ji Qingyu thought for a moment, “It’s in the jewelry box…”

After saying this, she let go of his tie, turned around, and opened the jewelry cabinet. She wasn’t sure which was the official wedding ring and which was for daily wear. The future her had too much jewelry, including many colorful diamonds.

Feng Chengze came to her side and quickly found the ring that most closely matched the one on his ring finger. His ring was a plain band with no embellishments, while hers had a diamond set in it.

A daily diamond ring wouldn’t be too extravagant. Lavish wedding rings would only be worn on relatively formal occasions.

In Ji Qingyu’s slightly surprised gaze, he clasped her wrist with his left hand while his right hand slowly and firmly slid the ring onto her finger, securing it tightly on the ring finger that symbolizes marriage and fidelity.