Ling Yue thought of herself. Over the past three years, every time she mocked and ridiculed Chu Feng, how much pain must he have felt inside? The thought filled her with guilt and regret, her eyes misty, her voice nasal as she said, “I didn’t know before that you were… I’m sorry. But don’t worry, if Shen Chenxi agrees to cooperate with our company this time, I’ll make sure all the credit goes to you.”
Chu Feng nodded slightly, his gaze hesitant. “Since I was little, my grandmother was the only one with me. I’ve always longed for family affection. I don’t know why, but the first time I saw you, you felt like the sister I never had. And every time you joked with me, I felt a kind of warmth in my heart…”
As a professional bootlicker, Chu Feng’s control of emotions was master-level. Without showing much expression, just a few words were enough to break Ling Yue’s defenses completely.
The Maserati screeched to a halt by the roadside. Ling Yue’s eyes blurred with tears. She pulled out tissues, wiping desperately, but her tears wouldn’t stop.
She remembered how she had always targeted Chu Feng, constantly finding ways to make things difficult for him, seizing every chance to complain about him to President Lu. Yet Chu Feng had never once resented her. Instead, he had taken her hostility as the playful teasing between siblings. How desperately he must have yearned for the warmth of family.
At that moment, Ling Yue lay against the steering wheel, crying bitterly. She swore to herself that from now on, she would make it up to this little brother.
Ten minutes later, her swollen eyes finally calmed. Remembering that President Lu was still waiting, she restarted the car.
Twenty minutes later, the Maserati drove into a luxury community. After parking in the underground garage, the two of them took the elevator up to a large apartment.
Inside the 600-square-meter residence, warmth and comfort filled the air. When Chu Feng walked into the living room, Lu Siyue was in the kitchen cooking.
Today, the beautiful CEO wore a fitted white blouse with two buttons undone at the collar, showing off her delicate collarbone—both professional and sensual. A black pencil skirt with an asymmetrical hem displayed her fashion sense, and a red belt cinched her slim waist like the finishing touch of a masterpiece. On her feet were black high heels adorned with sparkling rhinestones. Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
Her fair, exquisite face and deep, bright eyes radiated beauty, only marred by the dark circles under her eyes from a week of sleepless nights.
Ling Yue was surprised. The household had servants, so there was no need for Lu Siyue to cook herself. For her to appear in the kitchen showed just how much she was looking forward to Chu Feng’s arrival.
“President Lu, Mr. Chu is here,” Ling Yue announced.
Lu Siyue rinsed her hands, then smiled gently. “Xiao Feng, wait in the living room. Dinner will be ready soon.”
Chu Feng’s heart stirred. Since his grandmother had been hospitalized, he had served thirteen clients—from desk-mate Shen Chenxi to the chuunibyou Song Yuxin, from the top student to the pretty neighbor. For each, he had to play a different role.
He was mocked as a simp by the whole school, trampled underfoot by Song Yuxin, insulted by the top student, whipped by the neighbor. Only with Lu Siyue was it different. She had no bizarre demands, never made things difficult for him. The only task was to help her fall asleep. And the 30,000 yuan salary each month was enough to ease his burdens.
For most clients, Chu Feng wouldn’t bother doing more than required. But with Lu Siyue, he stepped forward and said, “Let me do it. Why don’t you change into something more comfortable?”
She had clearly come straight from work, still in her blouse, skirt, and heels. Seeing him, she shook her head immediately. “No need, I’ll do it myself.”
Her star-shaped earrings swayed lightly as she shook her head, glinting with charm.
But Chu Feng didn’t step back. He began washing vegetables on his own. Lu Siyue worried his white shirt would be ruined by oil stains and waved her hand again to stop him.
One insisting, the other refusing, they tugged back and forth until water splashed from the sink. Chu Feng’s shirt was damp, but Lu Siyue’s silk blouse was nearly soaked through, clinging to her body and outlining her graceful curves.
The formidable CEO of Human April Cosmetics, worth billions, always iron-blooded and dominant before outsiders, now stood vulnerable as thin silk clung to her. For the first time, her fair face revealed the shyness of a young woman. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
At thirty-one, she had the elegance of a pearl, a quiet beauty beyond the reach of younger girls. Time had refined her into someone serene, confident, gentle, and radiant.
Chu Feng swallowed unconsciously, his gaze wandering despite himself. With any other woman, he would have been slapped. But Lu Siyue was different—tempered by years, her elegance intact, she showed no panic even under his inappropriate gaze. Calmly, she rinsed her hands, dried them, and said lightly, “Now you’ve seen enough. The kitchen’s yours—I’ll go change.”
Only after her figure disappeared did Chu Feng snap out of his daze, a ripple still stirring in his heart. “Truly magnificent,” he muttered before focusing on cooking.
With three years of kitchen experience, his skills were almost at a chef’s level. He washed the ingredients quickly and chopped with practiced precision, his knife work catching Ling Yue’s eye.
“Chu Feng, you’ve cooked a lot before, haven’t you?” she asked. Normally, she might have mocked him, but now her heart ached.
Chu Feng didn’t look back. “I’m used to it.”
The simplicity of his words made Ling Yue’s heart tremble. How much hardship must it take for someone to say they were simply “used to it”?
Soon, four dishes and one soup were ready. When Chu Feng stepped out with the food, Lu Siyue had just emerged from the bathroom. She had washed off the dampness, her long hair still wet as she toweled it dry.
Seeing Chu Feng’s unwavering stare, a blush spread across her fair cheeks. Her eyes shimmered like spring willows, April blossoms, May waters, June lotus blooms.
She was breathtaking—so beautiful it made the heart ache.