“Young Master, do you think you act so badly that you need a teacher?”
“You talk too much. Don’t you know you’re playing with fire?” Fei Yangyao glared fiercely at the maid who had returned without him noticing.
The little maid only smiled, “Young Master, don’t you know? Expressions and words can lie, but the tenderness in your eyes can’t be faked.”
She smiled with curved eyes like crescent moons, radiant and sweet beyond measure.
But Fei Yangyao felt as if he had plunged into an icy abyss. He screamed internally, The tenderness in my eyes? Tender, my ass! I need to recover that icy stare I had after ten years of gutting fish at Darunfa!
He put on a cold expression and warned, “Woman, you’re playing with fire!”
But this time, Jiang Anran suddenly let out a snort of laughter.
Fei Yangyao widened his eyes in disbelief at her.
“Haha, Young Master Fei, you’re so cute!” Jiang Anran burst out laughing.
Cute, my ass!
Can you be serious?!
He gritted his teeth and said, “Look closely! Right now, I’m a cold and ruthless domineering CEO!”
“Chichi… Oh no, Young Master Fei, I can’t stop laughing. Come eat dinner quickly.” She held her mouth, clutching her belly, laughing so hard she was out of breath before she finally composed herself and opened the lunchbox to set the table.
She gently lifted the lid, and instantly a delicious aroma wafted out, spreading in the air and making one’s mouth water.
She then neatly arranged the dishes on the table, carefully placing bowls, chopsticks, and spoons, preparing everything, just waiting for Young Master Fei to eat.
Seeing her completely ignoring him, Fei Yangyao became furious. He straightened up and cornered her against the wall again, staring directly at her, “Look me in the eye! How dare you ignore me!”
For some reason, Jiang Anran suddenly recalled the cute dogs in that little shop—how they would flop around playfully, irresistibly adorable, making her want to mua them.
In that subtle moment, Jiang Anran didn’t know what came over her. As if possessed, she instinctively pouted her cherry-like lips and gently mua-ed Young Master Fei’s cheek.
Fei Yangyao’s face instantly turned bright red. His body stiffened, eyes wide as he stared at Jiang Anran.
At that moment, Fei Yangyao’s mind went blank.
Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?
Did she… did she know what she just did?
Now what? What do I do? What do I do?!
It was the first time a girl had ever kissed him. He had no idea how to react and was completely frozen.
Jiang Anran’s face wasn’t any better—just as red as the chili peppers in the lunchbox.
Her thoughts were a tangled mess. Her heart was racing wildly.
She had no idea what she just did. She was shocked and bewildered by her own actions—it had completely bypassed her rational mind.
She bit her lip, inwardly frustrated.
Suddenly, a strange thought crossed her mind.
Could it be… I mistook Young Master Fei for a puppy? That’s why I couldn’t help but kiss him?
That thought gave her a reasonable explanation. After all, Young Master Fei’s cuteness really did make one want to mua him.
Yes, that must be it. After all, she only felt gratitude and curiosity toward him.
The more she thought about it, the more logical it seemed, and so she chose to accept this reasoning.
The two of them remained in that awkward position—him on the outside, her against the wall. Neither spoke. Their gazes met occasionally but quickly shifted away, as if afraid of being seen through. An awkward atmosphere filled the air, making time feel frozen.
[“The azure sky waits for the rain, and I wait for you…”]
Thankfully, a ringtone broke the silence, saving Fei Yangyao’s life. He quickly answered the call and used the excuse to sit back on the bed.
It was Uncle Fu—he had found an acting teacher and asked when Young Master Fei wanted to schedule the lesson. The teacher said he could choose the time and place.
Fei Yangyao thought, The sooner the better… After all, this was a rush to upgrade his acting skill points.
“Tomorrow morning then. The place… okay. Thank you, Uncle Fu. You should get some rest too.”
Fei Yangyao finalized the details with Uncle Fu, gave a few reminders to take care of himself, then hung up the call.
Still unsettled, he decided to eat to calm himself.
A light aroma of food lingered in the air.
Fei Yangyao took a bite and nodded inwardly. Not bad—the little chef’s cooking was comparable to the chefs at home. Plus, the chef herself in her pale yellow dress was right next to him.
This meal wasn’t just a delight to the taste and smell—it was also a visual feast.
According to the original novel, Jiang Anran’s role seemed to be one of Ye Chen’s many side characters—specifically in charge of cooking. But Ye Chen hadn’t even tasted it yet, and now here he was, already unlocking different culinary possibilities with her. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping . com.
However, after a few bites, Fei Yangyao couldn’t stand the weird feeling of being watched while eating.
“Ahem, Jiang Anran,” Fei Yangyao covered his mouth with a loose fist, faking a cough to ease the tension, “come eat with me.”
“Young Master Fei, servants aren’t allowed to dine at the table.”
“I said eat, so eat! Cut the nonsense!”
“Alright, Young Master Fei.”
“Remember! Outside, I’m a ruthless, arrogant playboy, and you’re a pitiful little lamb afraid of me, understand?” Fei Yangyao tried to patch up his “supposed” character.
“Understood, Young Master Fei.”
At this point, Fei Yangyao had completely lost confidence in maintaining his act in front of Jiang Anran. Since that’s the case… no more acting!
Might as well just be straightforward and relaxed.
The system had said to just do his best. If acting didn’t work, then forget it—saves the trouble.
Anyway, once she returned to the Lin family and resumed her life as their young miss, they’d have nothing to do with each other.
In the plotline, whenever she appeared, he was either already in the hospital or on his way there. Running into each other was already unlikely.
She probably didn’t even have a single line mentioning him in the original novel.
Her impression of him could basically be ignored.
But for the others, he couldn’t afford to slack off.
Although Jiang Anran’s intelligence in the original novel was relatively high—after all, she survived alone without getting taken advantage of—there was no guarantee that others wouldn’t see through his performance.
Clearly, he needed to improve his acting quickly.
Especially Gu Xiyue—her affection for him was explicitly described.
This was one area where no mistakes could be allowed.
Hmm… although she seemed a little strange right now, it wasn’t like there was no room for progress.
After all, they had only met twice since he entered the novel.
Fei Yangyao once again raised the urgency of his acting training in his mind.