Chu Feng felt that Song Yuxin must be plotting some earth-shattering scheme against him.
The way she looked at him was completely wrong.
For example, when he prepared dinner for her, this chuunibyou girl actually said it tasted good. In the past, she never smiled, only thought up new ways to torment him. This sudden change in attitude could not possibly mean anything good.
So Chu Feng became even more cautious, pouring tea, massaging her feet, beating her back, doing everything carefully so she wouldn’t find a reason to punish him. Not that she ever needed a reason to torment him in the first place.
As Chu Feng served with great care, the blush on Song Yuxin’s face deepened. Compared to the 99 bootlickers in school, she finally noticed Chu Feng was different. The bootlickers at school all had obvious goals—their ultimate desire was to get her body. They flattered her, showered her with gifts, created staged “coincidental” encounters, and even fought each other for the chance to speak a single word with her. In her eyes, they all shared one trait: once real difficulties appeared, they would vanish without a trace.
But Chu Feng was different. No matter how much she humiliated and tormented him, he was always gentle and considerate.
In the past, she hated him only because his face looked too much like that pretty boy with her mother. But now, she gradually began separating Chu Feng from that man. Her mother’s lover had nothing besides a face and even shamelessly wanted her to call him dad. Absurd!
Chu Feng, however, cared about her.
He remembered her tastes, knew her preferences, even her private menstrual cycle, and tried every possible way to make her happy.
Song Yuxin didn’t know what the normal relationship between employer and servant should be, but one thing she was certain of—no other servant would ever care so much about their master. So Chu Feng’s kindness was definitely not just about money. After two years together, he must have slowly fallen for her.
On this point, Song Yuxin had no doubt.
With her looks, if she opened the ranks beyond 001 to 099, there would be thousands, even tens of thousands, of bootlickers lined up. That Chu Feng became one more admirer was nothing surprising. He was simply the most special one.
The entire afternoon, Chu Feng endured her scrutinizing gaze. After a whole day of nerves, his bootlicker duties finally ended.
…
On Sunday morning, Chu Feng prepared breakfast for Song Yuxin. Serving her the meal marked the official end of the day’s work.
Looking at the steaming dishes, Song Yuxin suddenly felt they were especially delicious today. “Chu Feng, you must have practiced a lot to make such breakfast for me.”
She knew that for a bootlicker, cooking for his goddess was itself a kind of happiness. Chu Feng must have felt sweet inside like honey while preparing it.
Looking at the crystal shrimp dumplings and millet porridge, Chu Feng chuckled. From Monday to Friday, to please the superstar Shen Chenxi, he had made her heart-shaped breakfast every morning. His cooking skills were honed during that time. Now that his work with Shen Chenxi had ended, it meant no more waking up an hour early to cook for her. The thought made him relax, and his smile grew brighter. “Miss Yuxin, if you like it, eat more.”
Seeing his genuine smile, Song Yuxin knew he had put in a lot of effort to make it tasty. To reward him, she ate an extra dumpling.
Breakfast went smoothly without any surprises, which itself surprised Chu Feng. But with work over, he only wanted to leave quickly. He changed out of the bunny boy outfit into his own clothes.
When he left the villa, Song Yuxin even walked him to the gate. “This 10,000 yuan is your daily pay, and here’s another 20,000 yuan for working despite being sick!”
Watching him limp, she suddenly recalled how she had tormented him countless times over the past two years, and yet he had never complained.
A pang of guilt struck her.
She had always associated him with her mother’s lover, so she never held back. But now that she separated the two in her mind, she realized Chu Feng was just a boy who secretly liked her. He didn’t deserve such cruel treatment.
Chu Feng, on the other hand, was delighted. His pay of 10,000 yuan plus 20,000 yuan bonus made 30,000 yuan—enough to heal all the wounds in his heart. He struggled to keep from laughing out loud, bowed deeply, and said, “Thank you, Miss Yuxin!”
He left happily with the money and got into a taxi.
The driver happened to be the same one from yesterday, Xie Dahai, who had warned him not to live off women. Through the rearview mirror, he saw the fairy-like girl at the villa gate waving farewell.
Looking again at the thick stack of bills in Chu Feng’s hand, this time he didn’t try to advise him, only sighed with envy. “Little brother, you really can eat soft rice hard. That fairy even waves goodbye to you.”
Chu Feng originally wanted to brag, but hearing the driver’s words, he turned and indeed saw Song Yuxin still standing at the door, not leaving. Clearly, she was holding back something big for him. Next week would probably be miserable. The only thought in Chu Feng’s head now was to save enough money and escape from this chuunibyou girl as soon as possible.
…
The taxi stopped at the municipal hospital.
Chu Feng got out, and Xie Dahai looked at him with new feelings.
At first, he thought Chu Feng was just a pretty boy. Then, seeing Song Yuxin’s beauty, he felt serving a fairy wasn’t too bad. But now, seeing Chu Feng at a hospital, he guessed the boy must have fallen into hardship, forced into this line of work. Filled with sympathy, he didn’t even take the fare and drove away.
“There are still good people in the world.”
Saving the taxi fee, Chu Feng was in high spirits. He bought a bouquet of carnations and went to his grandmother’s bedside, holding her hand. “Grandma, we can finally go home. I’ve been dreaming of eating your spicy soup again.”
Han Meizhen stroked his head, her eyes full of kindness. “I’ll cook it for my good grandson as soon as we get home.”
“Xiao Feng, these three years have been hard on you.”
In Chu Feng’s memory, his grandmother never rested, always shuffling through the courtyard step by step. When he was little, she taught him courage countless times. But she never said that accepting her own aging would be the hardest thing.
He once naively thought his grandmother would be with him forever, but never noticed the snow of time falling onto her hair. The year she was hospitalized, fifteen-year-old Chu Feng cried secretly in the hospital corridor. He couldn’t accept losing her, so he worked desperately to earn money. Now, with her recovery, he could finally taste her spicy soup again.
“Old sister, you’re so lucky to have a grandson like Xiao Feng. If my granddaughter weren’t so much older than him, I’d want to marry her to him,” said Granny Li, her roommate, sincerely happy for them.
Han Meizhen’s eyes filled with tender love. “This child is too sensible. But it’s good timing—he’ll take the college entrance exam soon. Once he goes to university, everything will get better.”
The early April sunshine was warm and pleasant.
At the hospital entrance, Xie Dahai encountered Chu Feng and his grandmother again. True to thrift, the old lady had packed up several large bags of bottles and jars from her three-year stay. Without complaint, Xie Dahai helped them carry everything.
As the taxi drove home, Chu Feng held tightly to his grandmother’s wrinkled hand. Looking at the scenery outside, the tension he had carried for three years finally eased.
Now that his grandmother was discharged, and with the college entrance exam coming, he only needed to save enough for four years of living expenses and her nutrition costs by June.
Then, his career as a professional bootlicker would end.
Superstars, chuunibyou girls, even yandere CEOs—he would never have to bow to them again. His life would finally be free.