dusty box

Feng Jinxuan's nonchalant "I don't remember" was like a closed door, ruthlessly shutting out all of Yu Jinli's inquiries.

He didn't show up at the gym again for the next few days.

It was as if the agile and amazing man from that day was just a hallucination for Yu Jinli.

But the more he acted this way, the more Yu Jinli's suspicions grew wildly, like weeds after the rain.

Looking at Feng Jinxuan now, she felt that there was something very off about him.

How could someone who might trip and fall while walking possibly perform professional-level parkour moves?

Why would someone who claims to have no memory of the past be lost in thought, watching a video of an extreme sports blogger alone late at night?

How many secrets does he hold?

This weekend, Feng Jinxuan locked himself in his study because of an urgent overseas video conference.

Yu Jinli received a "new task" relayed by Assistant Wang—to organize the boss's seasonal clothing.

"The boss never lets anyone outside his dressing room except for himself and the old housekeeper." Assistant Wang handed her an access card and solemnly instructed, "Ms. Yu, this is a huge show of trust. You must not let the boss down."

Yu Jinli's lips twitched as she looked at Assistant Wang's smug expression, which seemed to say, "My master has finally seen the light."

What trust? This is clearly a new tactic for capitalists to exploit the surplus value of their employees!

She even did the work of a private butler!

Despite inwardly cursing, she still accepted the task.

For no other reason than to find out the truth.

She always felt that a person's walk-in closet is the best place to hide their secrets.

Feng Jinxuan's walk-in closet is bigger than the entire house that Yu Jinli previously rented.

There is not a single superfluous color inside; it is like a huge geometric space composed of black, white, and gray.

On the left, there are suits of various colors hanging neatly in a row, ranging from pure black to dark gray to light gray, like a row of soldiers waiting for inspection, full of asceticism and a sense of oppression.

On the right are shirts, ties, cufflinks, watches... everything is categorized and arranged meticulously, as if measured with a ruler.

The entire space exuded a kind of... coldness and restraint that belonged to Feng Jinxuan, which was suffocating.

Yu Jinli sighed.

Just how boring is this guy's life?

There wasn't even a single brightly colored garment.

Following the housekeeper's instructions, she packed some out-of-season, heavy suits into dust bags.

As she tidied up, she acted like a professional detective, leaving no corner unchecked.

The drawer was empty except for cufflinks and a watch.

The suit pockets were so clean, except for the occasional forgotten fountain pen, that mice could run through them.

Everything was so normal it was almost abnormal.

Just when she was about to give up, while organizing the innermost wardrobe, her hand touched something hard.

It was a box that had been carelessly stuffed into the deepest, most secluded corner of the wardrobe.

The box was small and looked old, covered in dust, clearly untouched for a long time.

Above, there was a small combination lock that was already somewhat rusty.

Yu Jinli's heart started pounding wildly for no reason.

Found it!

She was certain that this contained the man's secret!

She carefully dragged the box out of the closet, as if she were holding a Pandora's box filled with bombs.

She tried turning the small combination lock.

It's a four-digit number.

What could the password be?

Birthday? Anniversary?

She tried every number she knew about Feng Jinxuan.

His birthday, his parents' birthdays, the date he took over the company...

None of them.

She sat on the floor, somewhat dejected, staring at the small combination lock, lost in thought.

What kind of number is special to him? Is it something that needs to be locked away and sealed away?

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in her mind.

She remembered that ID.

Chase.

She took out her phone and quickly typed in the nine-key code for "Chase".

24273.

No, it's a four-digit number.

She then tried combining these numbers in various ways.

2427?

wrong.

4273?

wrong.

Undeterred, she continued to try.

Suddenly, she remembered something.

She opened Chase's homepage and scrolled to the date he posted his first video.

That was a day that held great significance for all the longtime fans.

【March 15】

Her fingertips trembled slightly as she pressed four numbers on the combination lock.

【0315】

The lock remained firmly in place.

That's not it either.

Yu Jinli was completely at a loss.

She felt like a fool who had reached the last level of a riddle but couldn't figure out the answer, feeling both anxious and itchy.

Unwilling to give up, she examined the box from all angles.

Just as she was about to give up and put the box back, her fingertips touched a very faint, uneven scratch in an inconspicuous corner at the bottom of the box.

A thought struck her, and she quickly turned the box over, held it up to the light, and examined it carefully.

It was a very small, inconspicuous scratch, as if someone had casually carved it many years ago with a knife or a key.

But that pattern...

Yu Jinli's breathing stopped instantly.

It was a very stylish design, consisting of the letter "C" and a lightning bolt.

She was all too familiar with that pattern.

That's Chase's personal logo!

This incredibly cool logo flashes briefly at the beginning of all his videos!

Why……

Why does Feng Jinxuan's box have the Chase logo?

Could it be that he is also a Chase fan?

No, this scratch looks old and is full of casual personal marks; it's definitely not something a fan would do.

unless……

An absurd and daring idea, which even she herself found unbelievable, struck her like a bolt of lightning!

As she stared at the logo, a storm raged within her.

She felt as if she had touched the edge of a shocking secret.

Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she pulled a black hair clip from her hair and, imitating the spies in the movies, clumsily but with unwavering determination, began trying to pry open that damned combination lock.

Just as she was struggling with the lock, sweating profusely, the door to the walk-in closet was suddenly pushed open silently from the outside.

Feng Jinxuan stood at the door, holding a glass of water.

He seemed to have finished a meeting and was thirsty, so he came to the built-in mini-fridge in the dressing room to get a bottle of water.

Then he saw this... bizarre scene before him.

He watched as the girl, who looked like a little hamster, crouched furtively on the ground, holding a hairpin in her hand, attempting to "brute force open" a box he thought he had forgotten about for over a decade.

Their eyes met.

The air froze instantly.

In that instant, all the color drained from Feng Jinxuan's face, leaving it as pale as paper.

The water glass in his hand fell to the ground with a loud crash and shattered into pieces.