"I'll feed you like this again at breakfast tomorrow, remember to remind me."

Rather than entrusting her desires to an uncertain fate, Chen Bing prefers to actively pursue them.

So, in appreciation of this latest gift from nature, Chen Bing took the initiative to reserve breakfast for tomorrow.

"No, that won't work."

Hmm! How dare you defy me!?

Looking at Shang Yunmiao, who was smiling and waving her little hands, Chen Bing thought he needed the little girl to give him a legitimate and reasonable reason.

"Eating like this is a waste of time."

I see. If that's the reason, then I can accept it. After all, I need to focus on preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam right now, and time is indeed very precious.

While pondering these thoughts, Chen Bing finished dinner and then helped Xiao Shang wash up before they each went back to their rooms to study.

Sitting down at her desk in her bedroom, Chen Bing didn't rush to open her study materials, nor did she take out her phone to reward herself. After tapping the desk with her pen for a while and thinking about what had just happened, Chen Bing took out a slightly worn notebook from the desk drawer.

Opening the notebook to the first page, the yellowed paper prominently displays the seven large characters: "General Chen's Book of Kindness."

If you continue flipping through the pages, you'll see that this "Book of General Chen's Kindness" has been recording various things in bits and pieces for many years.

These things can be roughly divided into two categories. One category is that Xiao Shang did something that pleased Chen Bing, and Chen Bing manually recorded a favor for her. The other category is that Xiao Shang did something that Chen Bing considered bad, and then wrote it down in detail, and finally recorded a grudge against her.

The ten-year record has nearly filled this thick book of gratitude. However, considering it will be needed in a year or two, the number of pages is sufficient.

After thinking all this through, Chen Bing turned to a blank page in his book of gratitude, and then, after organizing his thoughts, wrote the following.

On the evening of August 28, 2026, while having dinner, I suddenly noticed that Xiao Shang was feeding the baby from a distance, and she would lean over to eat. This has happened before, but given that she was wearing a looser top today, when she leaned over to eat, a delightful scene of spring unfolded before my eyes.

Such beauty is rare at the end of August. Therefore, I, who consider myself an aesthete, lingered long in the springtime of August, appreciating the beauty of the world to transcend worldly concerns, and repeatedly engaged in refined pursuits to witness this magnificent scenery.

This is the duty of an aesthetician, to do as naturally as eating and drinking. It is by nature, and if one deliberately avoids it, one cannot face the heavens with a clear conscience, nor can one ask oneself without shame.

Unfortunately, after repeating this process only ten times, the young girl began to cover her chest with her hands, ruining the beautiful scene.

The beautiful scenery was lost, so there was no need to relive the elegant trip. However, I couldn't forget the wonderful view I had just experienced, so I suggested that we have the same for breakfast tomorrow. The young maidservant couldn't understand my good intentions and flatly refused, citing the time commitment as the reason.

I was heartbroken, yet there was nothing I could do. I could only suppress my sorrow and reluctantly agree. Even after this matter was over, the wound in my heart remained unhealed, growing stronger as the evening progressed. Therefore, I record this here, hoping for revenge later.

Chen Bing, written in her bedroom at 9:47 PM on August 28, 2026.

very good.

After finishing the above text in one go, Chen Bing put down his ballpoint pen.

Although the content wasn't very well written, and the word choice lacked meaning, requiring some revision, Chen Bing didn't dwell on it considering it was getting late. She casually put the notebook of gratitude back in the drawer and continued her evening studies.

Shang Yunmiao knew about this book of gratitude, but she had never looked at it. After all, this obedient girl wasn't like Chen Bing, who was always thinking about spying or monitoring. As long as she wasn't given it to him, Chen Bing believed she wouldn't casually rummage through his things.

But it's hard to say.

Chen Bing took out the book of gratitude again and turned to the first few pages. It clearly recorded that when Shang Yunmiao was five or six years old, she stole his glue stick and forced him to marry her in the future under the pretense of borrowing it.

This shows that this girl is not a saint; it's not surprising that she occasionally gets carried away and does some outrageous things.

Nodding, Chen Bing put away the book of gratitude again, but this time he chose to put it in the compartment between several books in the bottom cabinet of his desk.

That should solve the problem.

It's not that I don't trust Xiaoshang, it's just that I want to save this interesting prop for later, like when it's our first time, or when we get engaged or married.

Yes, a legendary item—General Chen's Book of Kindness.

After spending some time banishing these random thoughts, Chen Bing pulled out her study guide and began to carefully review the key points.

The night view outside the window is now fading, with wisps of thin clouds tinged with iridescent black under the city lights. However, the moon has not fallen into the clutches of urbanization, partly because it is far from the earth's surface, and partly because the moon has its own radiance and does not need to rely on the earth's light.

That being said, the moon itself does not emit light; it relies solely on the sun's light. The colossal object thousands of kilometers away is the true deity that nourishes all things. On this planet, everything—whether it rises or falls, lives or dies, is subject to the sun's radiance.

If there must be a god in this world, then it must be this magnificent star.

For billions of years, He has stood there unchangingly. Whether it is the ancient people thousands of years ago or the modern people who are now bathed in His light, everyone can see the same sun when they look up.

Even on rainy days, He can still bring me brightness through the gray clouds.

On a drizzly day, Shang Yunmiao, who was sitting by the window reciting her lessons, occasionally drifted off into thought.

"Is it hot?"

A pair of warm and reliable arms embraced Shang Yunmiao from behind. The girl turned her head slightly and saw that Chen Bing was leaning over and hugging her.

"It's not very hot, it's even a little cold."

"Why didn't you close the window? What if you get blown around like a little fool by the wind? It's easy to catch a cold on rainy days in October, the wind is so strong." Chen Bing pinched Xiao Shang's earlobe first, then closed the window.

Looking at Chen Bing's tall and straight back, Shang Yunmiao, who had just been lost in thought because of the rainy day, asked out of the blue, "Then, if I become a little fool, Chen Bing, will you still love me?"

Chen Bing, surprised that Shang Yunmiao, who was always so proper and well-behaved, would ask such a question, turned to look at the girl.

At some point, Xiao Shang's posture, which had been sitting upright at his desk with his toes naturally dangling on the floor, changed repeatedly.

She first shifted her hips back, pressing her entire waist against the chair back, then pulled her legs up, her heels, clad in white socks, clearly resting on the chair. This movement caused her long skirt to ride up slightly, leaving about six centimeters of fair skin between the hem and her socks.