Feng Chengjin’s hands are warm and dry. Whether it’s due to his mood or because his massage is genuinely comforting, isn’t clear. In any case, her lower abdomen quickly feels warm. It makes Gu Zixuan feel so comfortable that she wants to fall asleep instantly. "When Cheng Yue was little, she often felt pain and always came to me. But do all women feel ?" After a long pause, Feng Chengjin finally asked. Gu Zixuan’s face flushed even redder. Actually, she only experienced pain during her youth, and after being with He Qimo, she no longer felt pain. Now, it’s only mildly uncomfortable at most. But... when Feng Chengjin asked her earlier, she casually spoke in response. Lowering her eyelashes, she ambiguously squeezed out a few words from her lips, "Hmm~ pretty much." Answering so dismissively, Feng Chengjin’s obsidian-like eyes couldn’t help but show a smile. His face is handsome, under the light projection, it appears even more profound and three-dimensional. From Gu Zixuan’s angle of looking up, all she can see is an uppercase ’handsome.’ Coupled with the well-fitted shirt under the suit, perhaps due to a meeting, there’s a distinctively neat tie. Looking closely at the tie... it’s still the one she gave him. Gu Zixuan glanced at it, her cheeks reddening more, instantly forgetting her melancholy mood. The little look and posture make every gaze fall under Feng Chengjin’s eyes, watching her smile become warmer. In silent tranquility, he continues to massage her quietly for about 10 more minutes. Seeing the time has gotten a bit late, he retracts his hand and stands up. "It’s late, you should rest, I’m leaving." "Hmm." After all, it’s a man and a woman alone, and it’s Yu Wei’s house, so Gu Zixuan can’t possibly ask him to stay. As Feng Chengjin leaves, when he reaches the door, he thinks of something and turns back to look at her, "If you still feel uncomfortable, call me. I will always keep my phone on." Gu Zixuan’s heart trembled slightly, she said nothing, only nodded. Feng Chengjin took a deep look at her, looking at her unwell body, suppressing a sudden inexplicable impulse, curved his lips into a smile, and left, closing the door behind him. On the stairs, he dialed the number to his home. The butler answered, and he said, "Arrange for Chef Chen to make me some food." "Sir hasn’t had dinner yet?" The butler was slightly surprised. "Hmm." Feng Chengjin replied indifferently. Before hanging up, he thought for a moment and added, "By the way, call Qin Nuo and ask him to check if Miss Gu has been home in the past two days, and if anything has happened." When the locking sound of the door’s password lock rang again, she understood he was already downstairs. Recalling that tall figure, she glanced at the clock. Her heart trembled slightly, some place warm beyond words. Turning her head, as she tries to fall asleep, she sees the fragrant flowers beside the bed again. The blend of purple and yellow looks beautiful, like a vibrant oil painting of a color master in the beige bedroom. The emerald green leaves add a fresh and heart-soothing touch to the room’s simplicity. Gu Zixuan looked at them, her gaze softening, and after a while, felt her mood seemingly more at ease, her thoughts stirred, and she began to search for lavender and chamomile on her phone. Get full chapters from NoveI-Fire.ɴet Sure enough, as expected, when she saw it on Baidu Encyclopedia, it all mentioned calming, brain-soothing, and stress-relieving effects. Gu Zixuan thought of Feng Chengjin standing at the door with a large bouquet and couldn’t help but smile at the corners of her lips. Her heart seemed wrapped by the sunlight-like yellow chamomile, although some things and emotions were not so easily forgotten, at this moment, she truly did not want to think too much about it anymore. Putting down the pillow, she turned sideways and fell into a peaceful sleep. The next morning, at dawn. Gu Zixuan got up early, gathered the colorful thin sheets of paper and discarded stems from the bouquet that Feng Chengjin had unwrapped last night in the trash can, tidied up the living room, and other places, packed them all up, and brought them to the trash can by the staircase. When Yu Yuanshen brought the prepared breakfast upstairs and opened the elevator, he saw her elegant silhouette. "Morning, Brother Yu." Wearing a Les Copains knit cardigan, Gu Zixuan looked much better in spirits. It was rare to see her in a smoky gray tone. Her slightly curly long hair was also lightly tied to the side with a black rubber band. Her usual diva elegance was gone, but she looked quite homely. To some extent, this version of Gu Zixuan looked like someone you’d want to hold in your arms, washing vegetables and chopping food together, cooking and simmering meals together. Yu Yuanshen was slightly stunned, looking at the somewhat different Gu Zixuan compared to her mood yesterday. He glanced at her actions, curved his lips into a smile, handed her the breakfast, and took the trash bag from her hand, carrying it to the staircase. "Feeling better today?" "...Uh... hmm." Gu Zixuan hesitated for a moment and nodded. Yu Yuanshen smiled, thinking she was indeed feeling unwell, and felt better after sleeping, but didn’t think much of it. However, when carrying the garbage bag out, he noticed the corner of a light green wrapping paper sticking out of the bag, and glanced at it curiously. When he entered, Yu Yuanshen saw Gu Zixuan still tidying up the living room, and couldn’t help but step forward to hold her hand, "If you’re not feeling well, don’t move around. Let me do it. You go eat." Gu Zixuan pursed her lips, shaking her head, "It’s okay, I’ve been lying down all day, moving around can be good." "But there’s no need to do housework that involves water. If you want to move around, you can go to the yoga studio after resting for a couple of days." Yu Yuanshen’s voice was so gentle that Gu Zixuan’s heart softened, unable to refuse. She nodded because Yu Wei’s schedule was different from most people, and she hadn’t woken up yet. So she ate breakfast by herself first. After finishing eating, Yu Yuanshen had already cleaned the house spotlessly and took her dirty dishes to wash. Gu Zixuan wanted to say she would do it herself, but he firmly stopped her, "How come you can’t take care of yourself? Don’t most women take these few days as a chance to laze around?" Yu Yuanshen referred to Yu Wei, the woman who would even have him wash her underwear during her period... Gu Zixuan pressed her lips together, turned her face, "But if you’re too lazy, are you still a woman~" Her retort made Yu Yuanshen’s gaze pause. Although he could see Gu Zixuan didn’t know what was going on, and her mood was still so low that it could be described as bad, there was something different about her. After washing the dishes, Yu Yuanshen escorted Gu Zixuan upstairs to rest. Gu Zixuan actually wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, but seeing Brother Yu’s persistence, she didn’t have the heart to refuse him. They entered the bedroom together. As expected, Yu Yuanshen immediately noticed the fresh flowers by the bed. Looking at Gu Zixuan, his amber eyes showed a bit of surprise. Gu Zixuan had already thought of an explanation, "Last night after waking up, I felt the room was too stuffy, so I went downstairs to walk around and bought these from the flower shop." Gu Zixuan liked flowers, taking after her mother Qiu Yuan, who loved all kinds of flowers. Yu Yuanshen understood, so he nodded and smiled, saying nothing. After putting her on the bed, he handed her a book, "It’s good to go out once in a while. I’m going to work. There’s a social event tonight, so I might be back around 9:30 pm. If you’re still awake, I’ll take you to the beach for a walk." "Okay," Gu Zixuan replied. Yu Yuanshen sighed, perhaps because of Gu Zixuan’s lack of interest, or maybe due to her overly compliant state. But no matter what, he could only wait until she felt better to talk about it. With a tender gesture, he smoothed her hair by her ear, turned around, and went to work. After Yu Yuanshen left, Gu Zixuan watched his tall yet gentle back, feeling a slight sense of loneliness in her heart. In fact, she should have told Brother Yu about it, after all, he might help her come up with some ideas, and see how to handle and prevent further social repercussions. But... He Qimo’s ruthlessness... and the reality of their divorce... Just thinking about this, Gu Zixuan felt that heavy stone in her heart was still pressing hard, even though it wasn’t to the point of wanting to cry like yesterday; she still didn’t want to say anything. After all, divorce... Such a shameful thing, why rush to show such wounds to people? Lowering her eyes, she started to read, but reading was something that required a calm mind, and now that her heart was unsettled, she couldn’t really concentrate. The day passed by in a daze and stupor. After dinner, because Yu Wei had to submit a design to meet the magazine’s night printing deadline, she rushed out. Looking at the time, 6:30 in the afternoon, thinking that Brother Yu wouldn’t be back until after 9 pm, Gu Zixuan sat on the balcony, not really knowing what to do. She didn’t want to listen to music, fearing it would evoke memories. She didn’t want to watch TV, fearing the happiness of others would highlight her own melancholy. In the end, Gu Zixuan could only quietly look at the city lights, bewildered about the direction her future should take. Downstairs, when Feng Chengjin drove up and lifted his eyes, he saw the figure on the balcony. To be honest, this state was quite similar to the few days of restlessness he saw in Gu Zixuan during their second meeting after she lost her sight. She seemed to never lose her temper, no matter how sad or angry she was, she would mostly just be wronged, staying alone until she calmed down. Thinking about the call he got from Qin Nuo today, "Miss Gu visited Junsheng Company yesterday, couldn’t find out what she did, but came out with red-rimmed eyes, and many employees of Junsheng Group saw it, probably... she argued with Mr. He." To be honest, when Feng Chengjin heard this, he found it a bit funny. He felt a bit sorry for her. Could she even win an argument with her temper? Yet at the same time, he thought maliciously, why not argue fiercely? Best... argue as they did last time, she might impulsively come forward to kiss him. Feng Chengjin’s gaze flickered, retrieving his thoughts, turning his head to glance at the passenger seat. Raising his hand, he rubbed it, smiling, "Looks like I’ll have to rely on you in the future."