Chi Mi went with Dong Jinyu to pick up Linlin and bring her home.
Taking this opportunity, she managed to glean some information from the live-in nanny.
Dong Jinyu’s salary was very high—Feng Yixun paid her eighty thousand a month, a figure few of her peers could match.
When it came to matters concerning Linlin, whatever Mr. Feng could personally handle, he would personally handle.
But he was not a lenient employer. Before her, he had fired at least several nannies.
So Dong Jinyu wasn’t clear on some things from before Linlin turned one.
In her impression, Mr. Feng seemed to have low demands on the surface, but in reality, he was extremely exacting.
As for Mrs. Feng, she was sometimes far more tolerant. In the past, when anything came up, she would also put in a good word for her.
If one were to say that Mr. and Mrs. Feng didn’t get along—well, actually, they never quarreled.
If pressed to describe them, Dong Jinyu could only say they were a very strange couple.
Linlin was an exceptionally bright child. She learned everything quickly, and she always seemed able to perceive things others left unsaid. In the past two years, she had often taken private jets abroad for vacations, so she could speak some everyday French and English, making her easy to care for. For Dong Jinyu, minding her own duties and being conscientious was enough.
Words that shouldn’t be said absolutely must not be said more than necessary.
Mr. Feng had always detested outsiders being nosy.
It was just that Mrs. Feng was kind, so sometimes she couldn’t help but chat a bit more with her.
Listening to her description, Chi Mi still felt somewhat estranged from it all.
“Feng Yixun really never laid a hand on me?”
“How could that be? Madam, Mr. Feng isn’t that kind of person.”
Dong Jinyu gave her a strange look but still answered her question as usual.
“Tsk—”
Chi Mi didn’t quite believe it.
Five years ago, he must have forced himself on her, and he’d admitted it himself.
Soon, they picked up Linlin.
Dong Jinyu drove the new-energy commuter car that had been assigned to her back home.
Chi Mi held Linlin in her arms, and her mood immediately lifted.
“Did you have fun today?”
“Was it fun being with the other kids?”
“What did Linlin learn this time?”
“Did the teacher praise our Linlin today?”
Holding her daughter, she couldn’t help firing off a rapid string of questions.
Linlin glanced at her and said, “Mommy, don’t ask such silly questions.”
Chi Mi: “…”
Isn’t that how it always goes on TV?
Was asking that wrong too?
Linlin lowered her head and muttered, “Mommy has become so dumb now.”
Chi Mi: “…”
The little girl added, “It’s okay, Linlin doesn’t mind Mommy, and Daddy won’t mind Mommy either.”
Chi Mi: “…”
Don’t mention Feng Yixun—he could just forget it.
She grumbled inwardly but still smiled awkwardly, holding her daughter without letting go.
Even though she’d been dismissed by her daughter, she was still happy overall.
Being with her, it felt like all the gloom in life dissipated.
In this home that felt so unfamiliar to her, she could now feel a sense of peace.
If there was truly anything worth recovering from her lost memories, it was probably the happy times spent with Linlin over these past few years.
Before going home, the three of them stopped by the supermarket on the way.
Dong Jinyu bought ingredients for dinner.
Chi Mi bought some daily necessities.
A household without Feng Yixun was warm and harmonious.
…
But when they got home, Chi Mi couldn’t smile anymore.
An open laptop sat in the living room—clearly, Feng Yixun was back.
Dong Jinyu realized he was there and began preparing dinner for the few of them.
Linlin was also very clever—her little hand tugging at Chi Mi as she bounced along, eager to go find her father.
“Daddy!”
She called out for him while turning back to urge her stiff-limbed mother along.
“Mommy, hurry up!”
Chi Mi thought of what she had done, and her steps felt as heavy as if they were filled with cement.
Feng Yixun was sitting in front of the computer in his work study, his expression unreadable.
The moment Linlin spotted him, she immediately threw herself into his arms and was scooped up in one smooth motion.
Chi Mi stood frozen at the doorway.
Is this guy really this idle? Getting off work this early?
A company with a boss who slacks off this much is bound to go bankrupt sooner or later!
She silently grumbled to herself, planning to slip away without drawing attention.
But before she could, Feng Yixun set their daughter down. “Linlin, go play for now. Daddy needs to talk to Mommy.”
The little girl obediently nodded and skipped away, brimming with excitement.
As she passed by Chi Mi, she asked, “Mommy, will we watch cartoons together later?”
Chi Mi forced a dry laugh. “S-sure, sure…”
Once their daughter was far enough away, Feng Yixun leaned back in his chair, coldly and impassively scrutinizing Chi Mi, who was gripping the doorframe and refusing to move.
Chi Mi felt like crying but had no tears.
She was so weak, so pitiful, so helpless—she really needed her daughter’s protection!
Feng Yixun called her name in the tone of an interrogator: “Chi Mi.”
She gave an awkward smile. “Huh? What’s up, honey…”
He said, “Come here.”
Chi Mi had no choice but to shuffle forward in tiny steps, reluctantly making her way to him.
He must have already discovered that the computer had crashed from a virus.
If any important data had been lost, he was clearly going to come down on her.
She stared down at her slippers, racking her brain for what to do.
TV always said that confessing earns leniency while resisting invites severity.
She gritted her teeth and, in a fit of desperation, threw herself pitifully onto his lap—confessing first before anything else.
“Honey, I’m sorry, please forgive me. You know I’m running an outdated version now—I can’t compete with someone like you who’s lived ten years longer. You can’t just kick me out over something like this! It’s my fault for giving your computer a virus and crashing it, but it’s not like it can’t be fixed! Considering I’ve turned over a new leaf and only have you in my heart, this little thing…”
Before she could finish her rambling nonsense, her wrist was seized, and she was lifted up and set down across his lap.
Before Chi Mi could react, her slender waist was already wrapped in his arm.
Her little face flushed red in an instant, her gaze darting around nervously.
She happened to catch a faint red mark on his neck, and a strange feeling stirred in her chest.
Did he go out and fool around, and get scratched by some woman?
He called her desperate, but he was the truly desperate one.
Not that she cared, though.
Feng Yixun spoke up. “What are you talking about?”
Chi Mi was a bit dazed. “Huh?”
She shrank back, answering cautiously, “I-I’m talking about the computer…”
He shifted his gaze and glanced at the dark computer screen.
He had no idea what was wrong with it. He only said, “That’s not important.”
Hearing those words, Chi Mi breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, you scared me…”
In a careless moment, the tip of her nose brushed against his chin.
Only then did she realize how close they were.
Chi Mi tensed up, wanting to get down, but her waist was locked firmly in place, her entire body almost forcibly pressed against his chest. With a pale face, she struggled on his lap for a moment.
Then, she suddenly became aware of the reaction his body was having.
“You—”
Chi Mi’s cheeks flushed red with anger.
But Feng Yixun remained expressionless, his left arm circling her waist while his right hand slid toward her thigh.
“Wasn’t it you who said you’d reward me with your long legs?”
Chi Mi was at her wit’s end, caught between a rock and a hard place.
This man was clearly pulling every lewd move with his body, yet on the surface he remained calm and composed, all seriousness.
As if she were the one in the wrong.
Chi Mi was frantic, her watery eyes trembling slightly, at a complete loss.
“Wh-where are you putting your hands?!”
The instant his icy fingers touched her inner thigh, she completely lost her composure.