Chapter 35 Chapter 35 Everyday Sweetness

Guan Mi didn't know if it was because A Yao saw the kiss mark on her neck last time, Chen Yanfeng didn't put these things on her exposed skin again.

Some men might be keen to declare possession in such a straightforward manner. But Chen Yanfeng scoffed at this. It wasn't that he didn't have this impulse, but he extremely hated it when others, upon seeing these private marks, cast that kind of tacit, even slightly frivolous, look at Guan Mi.

There was no hidden meaning in A Yao's eyes that day, and he smiled only because he saw Guan Mi's rare blushing embarrassment.

As time went by, he gradually sensed something unusual in it. The relationship between Chen Yanfeng and Guan Mi was far more than just a simple superior-subordinate relationship.

After realizing this, A Yao no longer dared to look at Guan Mi easily. Even if they were sitting together in the front seat of the car, he would not talk to her as foolishly as before.

Now thinking about it, he was able to continue to hold the steering wheel of this car steadily, all thanks to his self-awareness to restrain himself immediately after that glance.

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On Christmas Eve, the temperature dropped to -1°C.

The Fengbo President's Office was filled with warmth. Everyone wore only thin shirts or sweaters, and everyone had a cup of iced coffee in the afternoon. It was like two different seasons indoors and outdoors.

Before the end of the get off work day, Ah Yao came over quickly with a file bag. "Secretary Guan, this document is going to be sent to the film and television base for Producer Zheng, right?"

Guan Mi raised his head from the computer, his hands still typing away on the keyboard: "Yes, you have to leave now. If you're late, she'll be gone."

Producer Zheng's husband is Italian, and their family attaches great importance to Christmas Eve, a Western holiday for family reunions.

"But if I go now, I won't be able to send Mr. Shen off in time," Ah Yao glanced at his watch, looking a little embarrassed. "If I send Mr. Shen back to the old house first, will I still be able to make it?"

"It's too late," Guan Mi shook his head decisively. "Go quickly. I'll take care of sending Mr. Shen off."

In fact, Chen Yanfeng was no longer in the company. He parked his car nearby and insisted on waiting for her to get off work together, even though he had a family dinner tonight.

Mr. and Mrs. Shen returned from Sanya to celebrate the New Year. It was said that Shen Cunyi had something very important to say at this family dinner.

When it was time to get off work, Guan Mi didn't dare to delay. He picked up his computer and tablet and put them in his bag. He also delivered a document signed by Shen Yanfeng to the project department before preparing to leave.

Unfortunately, she ran into Sister Song who had just gotten off the elevator. She hesitated for half a second before going in.

"Secretary Guan, did you get off work on time today?" Sister Song looked at her with a smile. "Seeing you leave so hastily, I thought you were going to the project department to work overtime again."

Guan Mi smiled faintly: "No, I have something to do tonight."

"Is it a Christmas Eve date?" Sister Song asked curiously, "Is your boyfriend here to pick you up?"

Guan Mi looked at herself in the elevator mirror. Ever since Guan Tang changed the medicine, the heavy stone in her heart finally fell. Her sleep quality has improved a lot, and her complexion has become much more rosy. She shook her head gently: "No."

Sister Song didn't seem to drive here today. Guan Mi was afraid that she would gossip so much that she would drag her to the subway entrance, so she decided not to tell her about her breakup with Wen Li for the time being.

Coming out of the revolving door of the building, the two were instantly hit by the biting cold wind.

"Help! It's so cold." Sister Song, wrapped in her down jacket, stamped her feet. "I'm going to the subway station." "Want to join us?"

Guan Mi buried her face in the thick scarf and said in a muffled voice: "No, I have my period today and don't want to run."

"See you tomorrow then. I'm running first." Sister Song said as she quickly rushed into the cold wind.

Guan Mi breathed a sigh of relief, turned and walked in another direction, and soon saw the Bentley parked on the side of the road.

Before she even got close, the back door opened from the inside. Afraid that Chen Yanfeng might get out of the car, she glanced around and hurriedly quickened her pace to get in.

The car was warm and cozy. As soon as she sat down, the man beside her took the computer off his lap and pulled her onto his lap. He had been in the car for a long time, and his whole body was filled with warmth, so Guan Mi let him go.

However, his hand soon became unruly, reaching into her coat and gently placing his warm palm on her lower abdomen. She hurriedly grabbed his wrist and said, "Not today..."

"What are you thinking about?" Chen Yanfeng chuckled, rubbing his palm slowly, "I'll rub your stomach. Is it uncomfortable?"

Guan Mi was stunned. He didn't expect him to know. "It's okay, just a little bloated."

"Aunt Li made you some brown sugar ginger tea," he said. "I'll take you over there to drink some."

"Today is Wednesday." Guan Mi reminded, "And there's nothing I can do like this."

Shen Yan's face darkened, but he didn't stop moving his hands: "Just because I said you should come to my place, do you have to do something?"

Guan Mi said calmly: "You never said it, but I do it every time I go there."

Shen Yanfeng's throat choked. What she said was also true.

"I'm making an exception today. You know I don't like going back to the old house. Maybe they'll throw me a Hongmen Feast today."

He lowered his head and touched her cool, soft earlobe with his lips. "I'll be looking forward to seeing you after this."

"You are not the protagonist today." Guan Mi has been keen on ruining his plans recently.

Chen Yanfeng was so choked by her that he simply held her tighter in his arms, rubbing his chin against the top of her head, and said in a playful tone, "If you don't want to, I'll come to your place tonight. It just so happens that I've always wanted to see with my own eyes what's so good about the place that makes you reluctant to move away."

Guan Mi raised his eyes and glanced at him without saying anything.

"Is it okay?" Shen Yanfeng asked, "Give me a definite answer."

"Aren't you threatening me?" Guan Mi reached out and pushed his shoulder. "Hurry up and get out and drive, okay? If you dawdle any longer, you'll be late, and then you'll really steal Director Shen's limelight."

Chen Yanfeng smiled and took out a hot water bottle that he had prepared long ago and gave it to her. "Put it on your belly to keep it warm."

Guan Mi took the warm hot water bottle and his heart couldn't help but feel warm.

He walked her upstairs and watched her finish the brown sugar ginger soup made by Aunt Li before leaving.

But not long after, the sound of unlocking the password rang out again. Chen Yanfeng returned with a black shopping bag in his hand. Guan Mi took it and saw that it contained several packs of sanitary napkins of the brand she usually used.

How does he know everything?

"What do you want for supper tonight? I'll bring it to you on the way back," he asked.

Guan Mi was really afraid that he would not be able to catch up with the Shen family's dinner. If he was late, he didn't know how Shen Minyan would embarrass him. After all, since the last incident of kneeling in the living room, the relationship between father and son has dropped to freezing point.

She put down the bag in her hand and turned to get the sweater on the sofa. "Let me take you there."

Chen Yanfeng put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back to her original position. "Have a good rest. I won't be back too late. If you are tired, go to sleep first. Don't wait for me."

This time he really left.

The Shen family's old house was brightly lit, and red lanterns were hung neatly under the eaves, illuminating the yard with a warm light.

The servants were running around serving dishes to the restaurant. There were faint sounds of laughter in the hall. It had been a long time since it had been so lively.

Shen Yanfeng walked into the yard, but suddenly stopped at the corridor.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze turning towards the kitchen. A rich, fragrant aroma of chicken soup wafted from there. It was the medicinal chicken soup that the family's veteran chef, Master Ma, was known for.

He turned and headed towards the kitchen.

Zhen Sui was about to come out with the dishes when she looked up and saw Shen Yanfeng suddenly appear at the door. She was immediately surprised and said, "Third Young Master, you're back!"

Shen Yanfeng said "hmm" to her, and looked past her at Master Ma who was busy, "Uncle Ma, please leave a portion of chicken soup for me to take away later."

“Okay!”

Zhen Sui was puzzled. She had never seen Chen Yanfeng take anything away from the old house before, but in recent months, he had taken away freshly picked persimmons, and now he brought chicken soup stewed with very precious medicinal herbs... She raised her eyes and looked at the tall figure, and a sour guess inexplicably emerged in her heart.

Just as he reached the door of the living room, Shen Yanfeng stopped again. He looked at the woman who came out with her bag and nodded, "Sister Gao Qi."

Gao Qi curled his lips, glanced at his knees meaningfully, and said jokingly: "Are your knees okay?"

Chen Yanfeng nodded slightly, "Thank you for your concern, Sister Gao Qi. Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes, it's not appropriate for an outsider like me to stay long at your Shen family's family dinner." Gao Qi smiled and suggested, "Let's chat?"

Shen Yanfeng glanced at the restaurant before saying, "I'll take you there."

The two walked out of the yard.

Gao Qi said, "Actually, I'm a little curious about how you and Secretary Guan are doing now."

Shen Yanfeng smiled: "Very stable."

"Congratulations." Gao Qi smiled sincerely, "But there is something I really want to ask you."

"What?"

"If Secretary Guan hadn't been there, would you still insist on breaking off the engagement?"

"Yes." Shen Yanfeng answered without hesitation, "Her presence only speeds up the process for me."

Hearing this, Gao Qi couldn't help but glance sideways at the man with a stern outline beside him.

She had to admit that she had been moved by Shen Yanfeng.

When he directly proposed to cancel the engagement during that meeting, she was angry and didn't even understand why she had a good impression of a man who had no interest in her at all.

But now, seeing how devotedly he loved someone, she suddenly understood what attracted her.

"Luckily, you took the initiative to cancel the engagement," she said with a relieved smile, her tone becoming lighter. "Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have met another person who was truly compatible with me."

Shen Yanfeng raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled from the bottom of his heart, "Then I would like to congratulate Sister Gao Qi as well."

Shao Xiayu's fiancé Zou Shengpei also came to the family dinner.

Shen Yanfeng didn't have a good impression of this person. There were so many gossips about him, and he really couldn't understand why his usually shrewd second sister would agree to this marriage.

"Chen Yanfeng."

A majestic and deep voice reached his ears. Shen Yanfeng raised his eyes and looked towards the main seat. The old man was sitting upright with a serious expression.

He didn't even glance at Shen Minyan who was sitting on the other side reading a newspaper. He walked over slowly, put his arm on the back of the old lady's chair, and smiled, "I wonder what instructions the chief has?"

Mr. Shen snorted, and before he could speak, Mrs. Shen beside him glanced at Shen Yanfeng with a half-smile and said slowly: "I'm angry with you. Who told you to send his painting to the Gao family without permission?"

After saying that, she touched his knee and said, "Does it still hurt? The father is stubborn, the son is stubborn, the three of you have such stubborn tempers, you are just cut from the same mold."

"It doesn't hurt. Your grandson has iron knees." Shen Yanfeng teased himself, then changed the subject and looked at the host with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "If you really can't bear to part with it, let your elder brother go and change it back."

He stood tall and straight, his shoulders relaxed, and he talked and laughed freely. In front of all the big leaders in the room, he could maintain the composure and confidence that was in his bones.

Shen Cunyi, who was sitting next to him, picked up the teacup with an expressionless face and took a sip of warm water.

But he sneered in his heart. This is really his brother.

"Gao Qi has already found true love." Shao Xiayu elegantly stuffed a fruit into his mouth and glanced at the two brothers. "Why would he still be attracted to you two?"

"Okay, let's get down to business." Shao Xin looked at his eldest son. "I don't have much time. I have to leave after dinner."

Shen Minyan finally raised his eyes from the newspaper, frowning slightly: "Where are you going?"

Shao Xin: "Los Angeles."

Shen Yanfeng walked to his seat and sat down at the right time.

At this moment, Shen Cunyi put down his teacup and said calmly, "I'm planning to get married."

As soon as the words fell, the whole hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone stopped moving and all eyes were focused on Shen Cunyi.

Shen Yanfeng raised his eyebrows in surprise. Although this news was sudden, it was understandable.

In the eyes of the Shen family, this eldest brother is old-fashioned and restrained, and he is not interested in women. He is almost thirty years old and has never been seen to have close contact with any opposite sex.

Only he knew that Shen Cunyi and Ms. Shao's secretary, Wen Siyi, had been together quietly for almost three years. They were high school classmates who had reunited years after graduation, each with a new identity, and soon fell in love.

"With whom?" Shao Xiayu was the first to react.

Shen Cunyi said: "I will bring her back after a while."

"Is it the one from the Lu family?" Old Mrs. Shen glanced at Shen Minyan, whose face gradually darkened. "Your father just came to discuss with us last night and asked you to go and meet her formally."

"No." A hint of gentleness appeared on Shen Cunyi's face. "She is my high school classmate. We have been together for three years."

"Oh my God..." Shao Xia Yu gasped in shock, and the fruit in his mouth almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Zou Shengpei, who was standing by, caught it with his quick eyes and hands.

After hearing Shen Cunyi's words, Shao Xin's face turned bad.

When Shen Yanfeng came out of the living room carrying warm chicken soup, snowflakes were falling from the sky.

He stood in the deep courtyard with high walls, looking up. Snowflakes slowly fell through the halo of the lanterns.

Then, he quickened his pace, with only one thought in mind: to see Guan Mi as soon as possible.

He just saw on the surveillance camera that she was curled up on the sofa watching TV.

Didn't run away.

The slight sound of the combination lock startled Becky who was sleeping soundly on Guan Mi's legs.

It woke up instantly, jumped off the sofa, walked to the entrance with its tail raised high, then skillfully turned over and lay down, exposing its belly, waiting for the familiar caress.

However, the person who came in changed his shoes and stepped directly over its "slender" body.

Becky: "Meow?"

Guan Mi turned her head when she heard the sound and saw Shen Yanfeng walking towards her, taking off his coat. The ends of his hair seemed to be stained with unmelted snow. She asked, "Is it snowing outside?"

"Yeah." Shen Yanfeng came to her and half squatted, "Is your stomach still bloated?"

"It's not bloated anymore."

He placed the chicken soup on the table, opened the lid methodically, went to the kitchen to get cutlery, scooped out a bowl and handed it to her, "Drink while it's hot."

Guan Mi took it and drank it silently. She found that Shen Yanfeng was unbelievably gentle recently.

She firmly believed that there must be something wrong when things were abnormal, so she had to be cautious.

"It's delicious," she said quickly, "it must be made by Master Ma from your family."

"Yes. If you like, I'll ask him to stew it and send it to me every two days. It's all medicinal food, good for your health."

"It's too much trouble for him. Aunt Li's cooking skills are also very good." Guan Mi scooped a spoonful and handed it to his lips, "You drink too."

Shen Yanfeng smiled and lowered his head.

The bowl of soup was finished, the snow outside the window fell a little harder, but it was still warm as spring inside the window.

Guan Mi had already finished washing up, and went to the bathroom before going to bed before entering the master bedroom. Chen Yanfeng was still in the bathroom, so she turned off the headlights and lay down in bed first.

Not long after, Shen Yanfeng came out with a damp body, stood in front of the bed and asked her if she wanted some water. She said no, so he walked out of the bedroom and didn't come back until almost five minutes later.

Chen Yanfeng lifted the quilt and lay on the bed, turned off the wall lamp, and in the darkness, he moved close to Guan Mi's back, and his warm palms gently continued to massage her abdomen through her pajamas.

"Come with me to Tokyo next week," he said suddenly.

Guan Mi opened his eyes, "A business trip?"

"New Year's Eve."

She closed her eyes again: "Oh."

"Are you going?"

"As you say."

Chen Yanfeng lowered his head and kissed the top of her head intermittently. When he spoke again, his voice was low and serious: "Let's get a marriage certificate before the New Year, okay?"

Guan Mi suddenly opened his eyes.

Look, she knew something was wrong with Shen Yanfeng. Get a marriage certificate? Get married? Don't scare her, is this really possible?

She turned over to face him, and Shen Yanfeng's arm naturally passed under her neck, allowing her to rest her head on it.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked slowly.

Could it be that he had some kind of stimulation at the Shen family?

Shen Yanfeng chuckled, his breath brushing against her hair, "I'm serious. Didn't you tell me before that you would get married soon?"

Guan Mi: "...".

The marriage partner she was talking about at that time was not Chen Yanfeng at all.

She stared into his eyes silently in the dim light, and he looked back at her. After a long moment, she spoke, "Do you...really want to marry me?"

"Of course." Shen Yanfeng's hand touched her cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb.

The future he imagined was simple: two people and a cat, three meals a day, no need for other people or things, and he would stay by Guan Mi's side and spend the rest of his life together in peace and stability.

Guan Mi was speechless for a moment, and simply moved closer to his arms, "Let's sleep first, I'm so sleepy."

His eyes at this moment were so sincere that she couldn't say anything to pour cold water on him.

Shen Yanfeng didn't force her to respond. He tightened his grip, listened to her breathing, and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day was Christmas Day, and the snow fell even heavier than the night before.

Guan Mi worked overtime until after eight o'clock. When he came back from the project department, he saw that the light in Shen Yanfeng's office was still on and the door was open.

Shanshan heard footsteps and looked over. "Secretary Guan, you haven't left yet? I'll be done in ten minutes. Do you want to go get some hot pot with me? My boyfriend's treating."

Guan Mi smiled and shook her head: "I don't want to be your light bulb." She walked back to her workstation to pack up her things, picked up her phone and prepared to send a WeChat message to Shen Yanfeng.

"Oh, what's the big deal? But coming to the point, why hasn't your boyfriend come over recently?" Shanshan stretched and asked casually.

Guan Mi subconsciously glanced towards Shen Yanfeng's office, fearing that the man inside would hear her. She was about to say that she had broken up when she heard Shen Yanfeng calling her in.

Her heart skipped a beat. She probably heard it.

She put down her phone and walked inside reluctantly. In order to prevent Shanshan from noticing anything unusual, she could only walk as fast as before.

“Mr. Shen, you’re looking for me.”

Shen Yanfeng leaned back in the large leather chair, the top button of his shirt undone, a fountain pen tucked between his fingers, his whole body exuding a casual and lazy air.

He didn't say anything, just raised his chin and motioned her to close the door.

Guan Mi didn't listen to him. Maybe she felt guilty, and she always felt that closing the door would arouse Shan Shan's suspicion. She walked straight to the desk and said, "Mr. Shen, what do you want?"

Seeing her respectful yet deliberately distant expression, Chen Yanfeng's brows were stained with a smile, "Nothing, I just want to go home with Secretary Guan after get off work later."

Guan Mi's eyes suddenly widened.

He really dares to say that.

"Okay, you can go out now. That's all I have to say." He added nonchalantly.

Guan Mi couldn't help but glare at him before leaving.

Fortunately, Shanshan was focused on her work and didn't pay any attention to this side.

After Shanshan got off work, Shen Yanfeng also came downstairs. He parked the car in the old spot and sat in the car waiting for Guan Mi.

Not long after, Guan Mi's figure appeared in the night. He recognized the black coat she was wearing as the one she wore when he first met her four years ago.

Through the windshield, he watched her slowly approach. Time seemed to have left no trace on her, her skin still fair, her long black hair reaching her shoulders. She was still the same—she didn't have to do anything to still make his heart flutter.

He opened the car door, got out, and took her in his arms.

Today is our fourth anniversary. It's a pity that he is the only one who remembers this anniversary.

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In the last two days of 2014, Guan Mi and Shen Yanfeng came to Tokyo in the name of a business trip.

She felt that this trip was just a change of place to do *.

After arriving at the hotel that night, the two of them were impatient, starting from the entrance, entangled all the way to the bedroom, then moved to the living room, and finally stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Then they left traces in every corner of the bathroom, and finally ended on the bed in the bedroom.

We woke up at noon the next day, and a new round of tenderness continued until the evening.

Guan Mi has never been so crazy.

Even though they were exhausted during the day, they still went out at night and joined the crowds at the Tokyo Fireworks Festival.

Under the night sky, Guan Mi wore a pale pink yukata embroidered with cherry blossoms, with a bow tied at her waist. Her long black hair was tied up, and on her temples were red flowers that Chen Yanfeng had given her personally, which made her skin look whiter than snow.

She held a round fan in her hand, held Shen Yanfeng's arm, and looked up at the fireworks blooming in the night sky.

When the countdown sounded, thousands of people cheered, Guan Mi was watching the fireworks, and Shen Yanfeng was looking at her intently.

At the moment when the last second of the old year met the first second of the new year, he leaned close to her ear and said gently in the midst of the clamor:

"Happy New Year, Sekiya."

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