Feng Yixun: “…”
She tugged hard at his pajamas and asked him, “Did you always treat me like that?”
He didn’t understand what she was talking about. “What?”
Chi Mi sniffled for a while, then said, “What else could it be? Five years ago, at the Lidu Hotel…”
He was silent for a long time, looking at her with a hint of disbelief, along with his usual faint disdain.
It took a while before Feng Yixun remembered what she was referring to.
He seemed at a loss with her, replying half a sentence, “That was only once.”
Chi Mi still said whatever came to mind.
“Wasn’t it just tying a shoelace back then? Why did you have to treat me like that?”
He was puzzled. “What shoelace?”
Chi Mi didn’t intend to explain anything to him, just kept talking to herself.
“I owed you, sure, but shouldn’t that be paid off by now?”
Feng Yixun held her, as if sighing inwardly. “Chi Mi.”
Chi Mi said, “You don’t like me asking you for favors, so I won’t ask anymore. Anyway, my mom doesn’t care about me now. You and I—from now on, we’re even.”
She thought, if she didn’t take any of his favors, he’d have no reason to hate her so much, right?
For Linlin’s sake, he wouldn’t really go out of his way to make things hard for her.
Even if she had bullied him before, those little things were nothing compared to his beastly behavior.
Feng Yixun said nothing, catching the scent of her hair, his gaze momentarily dazed.
Chi Mi slowly shifted her position and lay back down.
She said, “I can’t stand being wronged. You’re not allowed to touch me again.”
He still didn’t speak.
She couldn’t help turning her head to look at him, her face stern. “Did you hear me?”
Feng Yixun gave her a cool, indifferent glance and replied, “I heard you.”
But his tone wasn’t exactly pleasant—he probably still thought she was an idiot now.
Chi Mi, however, couldn’t be bothered with all that. The past was the past for now.
It wasn’t even dawn yet; she needed to get back to sleep.
…
Chi Mi, having lost ten years of memories, slept until late morning before getting up.
The live-in housekeeper hadn’t woken her.
And she didn’t like being disturbed, so she’d put her phone on silent.
When she woke up, she saw it was already 11:30.
Several missed calls, all from her mother.
Chi Mi got out of bed with her hair a mess.
When she finished washing up, Dong Jinyu saw she was awake and came to remind her, “Ma’am, lunch is ready.”
“Oh, thank you for your hard work.”
Chi Mi responded, starting a new day of lying around.
Her daughter was at school, her husband was at work, and she was a patient now, only fit to rest at home.
While she was eating lunch as her breakfast, her mother An Wangning called again.
Chi Mi saw the lit-up phone screen and answered.
An Wangning’s voice came through quickly.
“Mi Mi, why haven’t you been answering your calls?”
Chi Mi replied casually, “Oh, I didn’t notice.”
An Wangning asked patiently, “You didn’t come to the company today?”
“I’m not feeling well. I need to rest.”
She poked at a tomahawk steak in front of her with her fork, her attitude still cold.
Her mother seemed to be holding back with great effort.
“Fine, then. Mi Mi, have you talked to President Feng about the Jinfeng matter?”
Chi Mi couldn’t help but curl a cold smile.
Ten years later, this was how her mother treated her.
She said she wasn’t feeling well, and her mother didn’t even offer a word of concern.
This chairman of the An Da Group only cared about her career.
Chi Mi’s heart was ashen, and she replied with bitter resentment, “No.”
Ten years ago, she clearly hadn’t been like this…
Upon hearing this answer, An Wangning’s tone immediately turned stern and grave.
“Why? Just open your mouth and ask him for a small favor…”
Chi Mi said, “Mom, why do we always have to go to Feng Yixun for An Da’s matters?”
An Wangning said matter-of-factly, “He’s your husband, Linlin’s father. What’s wrong with asking for a little help?”
Chi Mi’s eyes reddened slightly. She was silent for a moment, then finally said coldly to her mother, “From now on, don’t go to the Feng family for anything related to An Da.”
An Wangning was struck as if by lightning. “Mi Mi, what do you mean?”
She said, “Exactly what I said.”
An Wangning still tried to change the outcome.
She said hurriedly, “Mi Mi, you’re my daughter, and An Da is also your An Da.”
Chi Mi refused outright. “I don’t want it. I’m going to eat now. Goodbye, Mom.”
“Mi Mi—”
Amid her mother’s unwillingness, Chi Mi hung up the phone.
She looked up her leave balance in the corporate software.
Annual leave, deferred annual leave, compensatory time off…
All combined, it actually amounted to several months of vacation.
She must have been working herself to the bone these past few years—she hadn’t even taken her vacation days!
So she immediately decided to use up all of these days off in one go.
After she squeezed every last drop out of this so-called capitalist’s wool, she would quit.
At seventeen, Chi Mi simply couldn’t endure the hardship of working.
Besides, with her mother treating her like this, what reason did she have to devote herself wholeheartedly to her career?
…
In the afternoon, someone rang the doorbell.
Dong Jinyu looked through the security camera at the door and saw that the visitor was Feng Yixun’s special assistant, Xiang Mingzhen.
He had brought a USB drive, saying it contained the surveillance footage retrieved from the Feng family banquet that day.
This gave Chi Mi something to do—she could look through the footage and maybe remember something.
After Xiang Mingzhen left, Chi Mi realized she didn’t have a computer here.
Holding the USB drive, she went to the study where Feng Yixun worked.
Besides a desktop computer with a screen over twenty inches, there was also a silver-white laptop set to one side.
The laptop was probably his work computer, right?
Chi Mi rubbed her chin thoughtfully, then turned on Feng Yixun’s desktop computer.
After it booted up, the computer account name page appeared.
His computer account name was the character “Xun.”
Below the name was a password field waiting to be filled in.
Chi Mi called Dong Jinyu over and asked if she knew the password.
Dong Jinyu shook her head. She was just a live-in housekeeper—how would she know the master’s computer password?
Chi Mi had no choice but to pull out her phone and send Feng Yixun a message.
[Chi Mi] Honey, what’s the password for your computer in the study?
[Chi Mi] Chubby firewood dog big kiss jpg
She looked at the message she’d sent and the cute kiss emoji, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
It was still that saying: as long as she wasn’t embarrassed, the embarrassment belonged to someone else.
…
At that moment, Feng Yixun was in a meeting, with three eye-catching red marks on his neck.
In recent years, no one had dared to make comments about his personal life.
So he never bothered to hide anything.
But clearly, the marks on his neck still sparked plenty of speculation among the group’s staff.
There had long been rumors that his relationship with his wife was strained—they had been living apart for a year now, and the marriage was a shell of its former self.
If not for the fact that President Feng was a devoted father to his daughter, he would have divorced long ago.
As things stood, it seemed highly likely that President Feng had quietly cast off his ex-wife and taken a new girlfriend.
A white executive was giving a presentation in English on the current progress of the project.
Feng Yixun’s phone rang.
He picked it up, glanced at it, and furrowed his brow.
Half a minute later, he replied to Chi Mi.
【President Feng】Your birthday.