"!!! You really got married! This is too much, brother! Am I still your brother? You even kept it from me!!" Gu Feiyang was heartbroken.

Murong Xiao scoffed: "You were never my biological brother to begin with."

"They're not blood brothers, but they're closer than blood brothers!"

"Oh, really?"

Gu Feiyang clutched his chest, feeling as if he had been hit by a critical strike.

Gu Feiyang walked up to him angrily and questioned him seriously: "Brother, are you the Prime Minister's daughter? Or a socialite from a tycoon's family? Or a noblewoman from the business world? As long as you tell me honestly, I won't be angry anymore."

Murong Xiao shook off his hand: "Then you can continue to be angry."

!!

"Murong Xiao, I'm angry! I'm really angry! I'm going to find my white moonlight too, I want to be with her and love her to the point of being inseparable, I'm going to make you green with envy!"

Murong Xiao lit a cigarette: "Whatever."

Gu Feiyang snorted and sat down next to him.

"Oh, right." After a while, he suddenly remembered something and took out the note Xiang Jin had left from his pocket. "Brother, who wrote this note?"

"how?"

"Don't you think this looks a lot like Xu Jianshen's handwriting? Could it be a case of corporate espionage?" Xu Jianshen is a very cunning guy, and he's a little scared.

Murong Xiao glanced at it: "No way." How could Xiang Jin be a corporate spy?

"Then tell me, who wrote the note? I want to see what he looks like."

Murong Xiao: "No."

Gu Feiyang got even angrier.

He stood up from his seat, turned around and walked out: "I did this for your own good, and you don't even appreciate it! I'm never talking to you again! I'm severing all ties with you!"

He then pointed to the fruit on the table: "I picked these especially for you, and I brought them here with great care. Eat them if you want, or throw them away if you don't!"

"Stop." Murong Xiao coldly commanded.

"What, you want to win me back now? I'm not ready to forgive you." Gu Feiyang's lips curled up, a little smug.

Leave the note and get out.

!!

"Murong Xiao, you'll never see me again! Even if you forgive me, I'll never forgive you!" Gu Feiyang angrily threw down the note and turned to leave.

Watching Gu Feiyang's retreating figure, Murong Xiao's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Are you really not going to let Young Master Gu meet Madam?" Su Ming couldn't help but ask.

"It's not the right time, at least not now." She didn't know his identity yet, and he hadn't decided whether to tell her.

"It seems that the young master is serious about his wife." Su Ming smiled. After all, no woman had ever made him hesitate like this before.

Murong Xiao snorted coldly: "It's just a game, why take it seriously?"

Is it really just a game?

He'd never seen a game so captivating for his boss. It seems his boss's romantic intelligence is rather slow...

Lost in thought, Murong Xiao suddenly closed the file and picked up his coat: "Back to Fengjia Village."

"Yes, young master, it's just fruit that Young Master Gu gave me..."

Murong Xiao paused for a moment: "Take him away."

"yes."

It seems the boss still dotes on Young Master Gu...

……………………

After finishing her work, Xiang Jin prepared to go home.

She opened her phone and let out a barely perceptible sigh.

Jia Nian hasn't replied yet.

It seems she really offended him, although she doesn't know what she did wrong.

Feeling a bit down, she walked back absentmindedly, even forgetting to buy groceries and cook.

Then let's not eat it, since I don't have much of an appetite anyway.

"What's wrong, Aqi? You look so pale." Just as she was about to take out her keys to open the door, she looked up and saw Feng Jianian. He looked at her, a hint of worry in his eyes.

“Jianian, you’re back.” Her eyes immediately shone like stars.

"I've finished my shift..." He turned and went into the house somewhat awkwardly, casually picking up a pear and handing it to her. "Want some?"

"Mmm." She blushed slightly and took the pear.

"Where did these pears come from?" Aren't they exactly the same as the ones Young Master Gu gave her? Even the packaging boxes are exactly the same.

"My family picked them."

Xiang Jin nodded. Perhaps it was just a coincidence; after all, fruit was readily available everywhere. Besides, the person that Young Master Gu was supposed to deliver to was at Fengrong Building, so how could it possibly be Jia Nian?

"Does Jia Nian have any other family members?" Xiang Jin gestured, as she had never heard him mention it before.

"Yes, a younger brother."

"Is he my biological younger brother?"

"Not a blood brother, but closer than a blood brother."

Xiang Jin rarely heard him describe someone like that, so she couldn't help but laugh: "Then I must meet him another day."

Feng Jianian nodded: "Okay."

Since she hadn't bought any groceries, Xiang Jin had to rummage through the house. She found some rice left over, so she cooked some porridge and served it with some pickled vegetables.

Although plain rice porridge can't compare to delicacies, it's sweet, soft, and sticky. Feng Jianian drank bowl after bowl, enjoying it immensely, and even Xiang Jin's appetite improved.

After finishing her meal, Xiang Jin went to wash the dishes as usual, and when she came out, she found that Feng Jianian had already taken a shower.

"Aqi, help me dry my hair." He stood there with the hairdryer, his tone like that of a child waiting to be pampered.

Xiang Jin walked over, picked up the hairdryer, and carefully and attentively began to dry her hair.

"Ah Qi, would you be willing to blow-dry my hair for the rest of your life?" The hairdryer buzzed as her hands manipulated his hair, her delicate fingertips brushing against it, bringing him an extraordinary sense of satisfaction.

It's almost addictive.

"What?" The noise was too loud, and Xiang Jin didn't hear it.

"It's nothing," he chuckled softly.

That's strange. Why would he want her to blow-dry his hair for the rest of her life? Does he, Murong Xiao, lack someone to blow-dry his hair?

Her hair dried quickly, and Xiang Jin put down the hairdryer and went to wash up.

Then--

She realized she had forgotten her pajamas.

She was already halfway through showering, covered in soap suds, and her clothes were soaked. She couldn't very well go out naked...

Even though it was just her and Jia Nian in the house, she couldn't bring herself to do such a thing.

After thinking for a moment, she had no choice but to suppress her embarrassment and knock on the bathroom door.

There was no sound outside.

Xiang Jin had no choice but to raise the volume and knock again.

"What's wrong, Aqi?" Feng Jianian put down the magazine and walked to the bathroom door.

Xiang Jin opened the door a crack, revealing her fair shoulders, from which glistening water droplets slid down.

She blushed and gestured: "Clothes."

"What?" Feng Jianian's gaze shifted from her shoulder. "Do you need me to get something?"

"Clothes." Xiang Jin gestured again, sounding a little anxious.

"Towel? Isn't the towel over there?" Feng Jianian asked with a smile, pointing to the shelf behind her.

Xiang Jin shook her head: "It's clothes, clothes."

"Oh? Clothes? Then you don't need them." His smile deepened. "You'll have to take them off anyway, won't you?"

Xiang Jin: "..."

She slammed the bathroom door shut, her face turning as red as a monkey's bottom.