Feng Mingshu finally mustered her courage and turned to thank the leader in the back seat when, for some unknown reason, the car suddenly braked. Startled, she closed her eyes, but was uncontrollably thrown forward—
"careful."
A deep voice sounded in her ear, and her shoulders were pressed down, forcing her into her seat.
The other person's palm was very hot; the heat seeped into her skin through the thin fabric, making her shiver involuntarily.
He then began to struggle.
"I'm sorry, I offended you."
The man withdrew his hand, apologized to her in a low voice, and turned to instruct the guard in the driver's seat, "Go down and check the situation."
The guard immediately obeyed, opened the car door, and got out.
Feng Mingshu opened her eyes at this moment and met the gaze of the man in the back seat.
The interior of the jeep wasn't very bright, but the man's sharp features and piercing eyes put immense pressure on Feng Mingshu. She quickly apologized and opened the car door to get out.
"Comrade Feng, I mean no harm. The house I'm currently living in is your family's Western-style house on Jinghai Road. I'm indebted to your family, so giving you a ride is nothing."
Feng Mingshu had already opened the car door. When she heard the man mention her former home, her eyes welled up with tears. She didn't get out of the car or turn around: "Can I go there and take a look?"
"Of course. Once we get to Bincheng, I'll have a guard accompany you to the relevant department to reclaim the property rights to the mansion. After that, it will still be your home, and I'll move out." The man's voice was deep and powerful, exuding a convincing strength.
Feng Mingshu shook her head vigorously: "No need, I just need to take a look."
As soon as the words left her mouth, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
A handkerchief was handed over from behind, accompanied by a man's reassuring voice: "Let's go back to Bincheng first, and we'll talk about the rest later."
At this moment, the guard got into the car and reported the situation: "Sir, the people blocking the road are a flock of sheep. I have found the shepherd and cleared the road."
“Let’s go then,” the man said, sitting back down. “Drive carefully.”
"Yes, sir!"
The jeep drove very steadily for the rest of the journey, but there was very little conversation inside the vehicle.
The next morning, the car entered Bincheng and drove all the way to the small villa on Jinghai Road.
The car stopped, and Feng Mingshu got out. He stood in front of the Black Iron Courtyard gate, looking as if in a dream, and hesitated to reach out.
"Come in."
The man raised his hand and pushed open the courtyard gate, making an inviting gesture.
The peach blossoms on the courtyard wall were in full bloom, and the swing next to it was as good as new.
No, that's a newly made swing.
There wasn't a pair of twins fighting over a swing there either.
Feng Mingshu forced back her tears and walked into the building, reaching the living room and looking out the window.
A vase sat on the table by the window, filled with yellow forsythia, but no one trimmed its messy branches.
She couldn't hold back any longer, turned around and quickly left the building, saying to the man outside the door, "Thank you for allowing me to come back and take one last look. I have to go now, goodbye."
After saying that, she lifted her foot to leave, but her wrist was grabbed.
“This is your home, you can come back anytime. If you’re feeling down, go stay at the guesthouse for a while, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
The man controlled his grip and didn't hurt her, but Feng Mingshu still couldn't accept it. She pulled her hand away, looked up, and asked, "Why?"
Why did you pick her up, and why were you so kind to her?
The man gazed at her with a complicated expression for a moment, then looked away with restraint: "You'll find out later."
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