Gu Fei: "Yan Yan, I can't find a white shirt."
The man stood in the dressing room, his gaze sweeping over the row of shirts in front of him. His handsome, mature face held a half-smile, and his thin lips curved in an unfathomable way.
He wanted to wear that white shirt that had left a deep impression on him today, but he couldn't find it after looking for it all the time. He remembered that it was hanging here a few days ago, so why couldn't he find it?
He had a vague idea of what was going on.
"Hmm... look again." As he spoke, An Qingyan's gaze involuntarily turned to the bed next to him. He had just gotten up not long ago, and that shirt was still lying in his bed. It had been slept in for several days and was already wrinkled.
He didn't know if it was just psychological, but he did sleep better while holding that shirt. Last night he even had a dream that he was wearing that shirt again, and doing *that* with Gu Fei...
His face flushed red, he felt incredibly guilty, but he forced himself to remain calm. After a pause, he smiled nonchalantly and said, "If it's gone, it's gone. Anyway, Brother Fei, you don't need that piece of clothing."
“It’s very important.” The man on the other end of the phone chuckled softly, his deep, magnetic voice like a hook. “It holds great sentimental value for me.”
An Qingyan: "..."
How could he not understand the meaning behind those words? What commemorative significance...? What's there to commemorate?!
"I...I can't talk to you anymore, Mom's calling me for breakfast, goodbye Fei-ge!" He said this very quickly, then hung up the phone immediately. Remember the website m.xswang.com
Only after the heat on her face gradually subsided did An Qingyan pick up the wrinkled shirt from the quilt, go into the bathroom, wash it herself, and hang it on the balcony outside the room.
Gu Fei probably wouldn't guess that it was him who took it.
On the other end of the line, Mr. Gu, whose call had been disconnected, stared at his phone screen and secretly curled his lips. Then, Yu Qingtong's voice came from outside: "Son, hurry up and stop dawdling!"
Gu Fei calmly picked out an outfit and put it on. Before leaving, he specially sprayed on the men's cologne that the partner had exclusively customized for him. Only when he smelled the faint scent of cedar on his body did he leave the house satisfied.
Looking at her son, who seemed unusually cheerful today, Yu Qingtong sniffed him with a puzzled look. "I remember you rarely wore perfume before. Why have you been wearing this perfume so often lately?"
Gu Fei simply replied with two words: "I like it."
"..." Yu Qingtong looked at the person in front of her suspiciously. She felt that her son was a bit flashy today. He was dressed up from head to toe. No wonder she had been waiting for so long.
Whose attention are they trying to attract?
Of course, she's her future daughter-in-law.
Tsk... her son is getting more and more cunning.
Then, Yu Qingtong shifted her gaze to the chubby orange cat munching on dried fish in Gu Fei's arms, and her lips twitched involuntarily. "What? Is this little fat guy coming along too?"
Gu Fei hummed in agreement, "Yan Yan said she misses it."
Yu Qingtong: "..." Fine.
"You'd better watch your behavior when you get to the An family home. If your uncle and aunt find out, you won't be able to leave the An family home unscathed today," she reminded her worriedly.
Gu Fei gave a curt "hmm".
Yu Qingtong felt that he hadn't listened to her at all.
...
"Is Yan Yan awake? Come down and have breakfast before you go back to sleep." Song Shuman knocked on her youngest son's door, her voice gentle. An Yu, who was passing by, clicked her tongue in disapproval.
When his mother wakes him up, she just pulls off the covers and grabs his ear. She's never been this gentle before. He wouldn't dare accept this blessing; it's too terrifying.
"Okay, I'm coming right now!"
An Qingyan hurriedly responded, dried her hands, and went out. Today was Sunday, and An Lingkang and An Yu didn't have to go to work. An Jing had also returned last night.
The family enjoyed a happy breakfast together.
"Yan Yan, are you getting used to living at home?" An Jing placed a warm milk in front of his younger brother and affectionately patted his head. "If you need anything, you can tell your older brother."
"Yes, thank you, brother. I'm quite comfortable here." The young man had a slight smile on his face. "Brother, these shrimp dumplings taste pretty good, would you like to try some?"
An Qingyan then picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it into his bowl.
He couldn't contain his joy, and even smiled boastfully at An Lingkang sitting opposite him. Then he ate the shrimp dumpling in one bite. The shrimp inside was plump and the shrimp meat was refreshing and sweet. It was indeed delicious.
"Yes, the food that Yan Yan put on Big Brother's plate is really delicious."
Upon hearing this, An Qingyan placed another one on his plate.
An Lingkang, sitting across from him, felt a pang of jealousy; he was genuinely annoyed by his eldest son. He maintained a serious expression, gave a mock cough, and looked at his younger son, asking, "Are these shrimp dumplings really that delicious?"
"It's delicious." An Qingyan was completely oblivious. As he spoke, he picked up a piece and put it in his father's bowl, smiling as he said, "Please try it."
An Lingkang was delighted and couldn't resist giving An Jing a provocative look. An Yu, who was engrossed in eating a large meat bun, looked up at the sound of the voice and mumbled, "Little brother, second brother wants to eat shrimp dumplings too! Lots of them!!"
An Qingyan simply placed the plate of shrimp dumplings in front of her second brother, whose appetite was astonishing.
An Ershao didn't see the undercurrent between his father and his older brother, but he had to have what others had, so he quickly finished off all the remaining shrimp dumplings and let out a satisfied burp.
An Jing: "..."
An Lingkang: "..."
Song Shuman, who had just returned from the restroom, looked at the slightly strange atmosphere with a puzzled expression.
What's going on? What did An Yu do? Why are his dad and older brother looking at him with such resentful eyes?
Her precious Yan Yan was eating so deliciously, her cheeks were chubby like a little hamster, how could she be so cute?
Overwhelmed with maternal love, Song Shuman looked at her youngest son, who was engrossed in eating breakfast, with a loving expression. "Yan Yan, you're too thin. Eat more."
She glanced at An Yu, who had just burped and was still burying her head in a large meat bun, with a hint of disdain. "An Yu, stop feeding me. Don't you know how much weight you've gained?"
"..." Young Master An looked up blankly, his mouth still stuffed with a steamed bun. He cursed the discrimination in his heart while counting on his fingers, one, two, three, four, five... Oh no, he's gained five pounds!
He immediately remembered that he had discovered his abs had vanished while showering last night, and he was instantly heartbroken, even the meat bun in his hand no longer tasted good.
An Yu reluctantly put down the meat bun, preparing to go to the gym later to lift weights and get back his dear, pitiful eight-pack abs.
An Jing and An Lingkang looked at him with satisfaction after seeing his discomfiture.
An Qingyan, who was completely oblivious to the situation, focused on eating breakfast and watched anime for half an hour with her second brother, who was full and stuffed. Just as she was about to go back to her room to study, the doorbell rang.
"They're here so quickly! I'll go out and meet them!"
Watching Song Shuman walk out excitedly, An Qingyan asked An Yu with some doubt who had come. An Yu said he didn't know and gave him half a peeled orange.
As An Qingyan ate an orange, she turned her head to look outside. After a moment, a look of surprise and astonishment flashed in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.
That familiar figure unexpectedly entered his line of sight. The man was wearing a dark gray sweater and casual trousers, tall and slender, and wearing slippers he had just changed into. He was also carrying an exquisitely wrapped gift bag in his right hand, which must have been a gift he had brought.
What caught An Qingyan's eye the most was the chubby orange cat he was holding in his left arm. It had seen its little master for several days and was now meowing excitedly, ready to break free from Gu Fei's embrace at any moment.
He excitedly called out "Little Orange," then quickly walked to Gu Fei's side. When no one was paying attention, he stuffed the remaining two segments of orange into the man's mouth and then took Little Orange from him.
Yu Qingtong and Song Shuman followed closely behind.
An Qingyan, holding Xiao Ju, greeted Yu Qingtong obediently. He was surprised to find that it was them who had come. Gu Fei had said he had to go to work today, but it turned out he was lying to him.
But he was really happy to see Gu Fei.
"Aunt Qingtong, why didn't you tell me you were coming?" An Yu came over after hearing the noise, her words sweet. "It's been months since I last saw you, Auntie, you've gotten even more beautiful."
"Not at all, not at all." Yu Qingtong was pleased with the compliment, then looked An Yu up and down more carefully. "It seems like you've been eating well lately, An Yu. You look a little chubby."
An Yu, suddenly stabbed in the back again: "..."
"Don't stand there yet, come and sit down." Song Shuman warmly invited them to sit on the sofa in the living room, and then said to An Qingyan, "Yanyan, go to the study and ask your father and older brother to come down."
An Qingyan responded and went upstairs to the study to find An Lingkang and An Jing, telling them that guests had arrived.
An Jing walked out behind, looking at his younger brother's obviously happy expression, he raised his hand to rub his head, his tone a little jealous, "Are you really this happy that Gu Fei is here?"
"No..." An Qingyan stroked the fluffy head of the little orange cat in her arms and said guiltily, "I'm happy because I saw the little orange cat. Look how cute it is."
An Jing raised her hand and poked its forehead, chuckling softly, "This little guy looks quite plump."
The little orange cat meowed fiercely at it.
Tsk...that's pretty fierce.
Everyone sat in the living room drinking tea and chatting. An's parents once again thanked Gu Fei for taking care of their youngest son. Only the two of them were unaware of the truth.
Gu Fei remained calm and politely said it was all the proper thing to do. Yu Qingtong couldn't help but feel guilty, as taking care of her future wife was naturally her duty.
An Yu was eating sunflower seeds and watching the commotion. An Jing took a few deep breaths and told himself to be patient and restrained, otherwise he would lose control and tell his parents the truth in front of everyone.
That old scoundrel Gu has already kidnapped your youngest son, and you're thanking him?! Thank him my foot!!
An Qingyan silently lowered his head and played with Xiao Ju, rarely speaking and not daring to look at Gu Fei, afraid that a glance would give him away.
"You young people can go have fun on your own. You don't need to stay here and talk to us." Yu Qingtong thoughtfully created space for his son and future daughter-in-law to spend time together.
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