Jiang Fei finished breakfast early in the morning and prepared to go out.
Wenjuan was grinding coffee in the break room when she heard the noise and came out to look: "Go find Xiaofang?"
Jiang Fei turned her head and saw that Wen Juan's hair was down because of the scar on her forehead, barely covering the scar. Because she had been busy, her hair was gathered behind her ears and she hadn't had time to let it down, but she looked much more cheerful.
Jiang Fei smiled and said, "Yes, Aunt Wen."
Wenjuan laughed too: "Have you been getting quite close to Xiaofang lately?"
Jiang Fei lowered her head slightly; they were indeed very intimate, but it ended quickly.
Seeing this, Wenjuan assumed she was just shy: "I'll talk to Mrs. Shen about it sometime. It's time to announce your engagement."
“Aunt Wen, there’s no need to rush,” Jiang Fei pursed her lips. “We haven’t graduated yet.”
Besides, if it becomes public, how will she approach other people?
“That’s true,” Wenjuan nodded in agreement, but then she thought of something else and sighed softly, “Xiao Fang is also a pitiful child.”
also.
Jiang Fei noticed her word and then realized that Wen Juan was probably thinking of Jiang Cuo.
She didn't say much, but as she was leaving, she turned back and said, "Aunt Wen, you look even better with your hair pulled back."
Wenjuan was taken aback.
After Jiang Fei finished speaking, she left the villa directly.
Even after marrying Jiang's father, Wenjuan still harbored deep fears about her past. If a single word could make her happy, why not?
Furthermore, Jiang Cuo's psychological distortion is directly related to Wen Juan's inability to face the past and to face him. If Wen Juan could dispel her psychological shadow and acknowledge Jiang Cuo, perhaps the degree of distortion of her "brother" would be somewhat lessened.
Thinking this, the taxi had already arrived at the Shenfang Apartment building.
Jiang Fei composed herself and rang the doorbell directly.
The room remained silent until impatient footsteps sounded, followed by an even more impatient voice: "Who is it?"
The door opened, and Chen Fang stared in surprise at the girl carrying a paper bag outside, then frowned: "What are you doing here?"
The person who had kept him awake since last night appeared again like a nightmare this morning.
Jiang Fei picked up the paper bag: "Auntie made too much breakfast, so I brought it to you."
Shen Fang looked at the lunchbox in the paper bag, which was slowly emitting a pleasant fragrance. The overly clear gaze of the person in front of him made him feel anxious, and he said impatiently, "I'm not hungry."
After saying that, he turned around and was about to go back to his bedroom.
"Shen Fang!" Jiang Fei called out to him.
Chen Fang paused for a moment, then continued walking as if he hadn't heard.
“The holiday isn’t over yet,” Jiang Fei said, looking down. “Shen Fang, you promised me.”
Shen Fang froze, thinking of the bet she made with her, and felt annoyed. She turned around and sat on the sofa: "Someone brought me free breakfast, so why not take it?"
Jiang Fei watched his movements, slowly smiled, got up and put the lunchbox on the table, but paused when she saw the untouched breakfast she had brought yesterday.
It's no longer edible.
Her expression darkened, and she threw them into the trash can.
Shen Fang looked at her, his brows furrowed, and a strange sense of unease crept into his heart.
He opened his lunchbox, just about to eat.
He felt a light tap on the back of his hand. Jiang Fei looked at him and said, "Go wash up first."
Shen Fang paused for a moment, then looked up at Jiang Fei. Ever since the two at home started arguing so fiercely, they had no more interest in caring about him.
No one else can control him.
Jiang Fei's hand was slightly numb from slapping just now, as if she had done it a thousand or ten thousand times.
"None of your business." He frowned and said in a deep voice, paused for a moment, and finally got up and walked towards the bathroom.
Jiang Fei glanced at his retreating figure and chuckled softly.
After returning from the restroom, Chen Fang quietly finished her breakfast.
It seems like it's been a long time since anyone sat with him at the dining table.
After he put down his chopsticks, Jiang Fei glanced at the empty lunchbox, got up and sat down next to him.
"What are you doing?" Shen Fang snapped back to reality and quickly moved to the corner of the sofa.
Jiang Fei looked at him with a puzzled expression and her eyes were full of innocence: "Your elbow isn't treated with medicine."
Chen Fang was stunned once again.
Jiang Fei was holding ointment and bandages in her hand.
Shen Fang coughed awkwardly, "I can do it myself."
Jiang Fei didn't insist and handed him the ointment and bandages.
He could barely apply the medicine himself, using cotton swabs to gradually heal it. However, when wrapping the bandage, he failed several times, and the bandage kept slipping off his elbow. He couldn't help but frown and fix the bandage to his elbow again. Just as he was about to wrap it, the bandage came loose again.
Jiang Fei sighed helplessly, reached out and gently grasped one end of the bandage, carefully bandaging his wound.
Shen Fang paused slightly, looking down at Jiang Fei who was quietly tending to his wounds.
Her eyelashes were long, like a fan, trembling gently, and her hair had a pleasant fragrance.
“Sink and release,” Jiang Fei suddenly said.
Chen Fang snapped out of his daze, quickly averted his gaze, and said gruffly, "What?"
Jiang Fei, still with her head bowed and bandaged, didn't look at him. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "I know you don't really want to take me out, do you?"
Chen Fang was stunned for a moment.
Of course he didn't want to. Just being mocked with terms like "child bride" filled him with disgust. The only reason he brought her along was because of that promise.
Both of them were aware of this.
"Hmm?" Jiang Fei didn't hear an answer, so she looked up at him.
Shen Fang's breath hitched. Meeting her gaze, he couldn't bring himself to say the words, and finally managed to squeeze out, "It's good that you know."
For a moment, the light in Jiang Fei's eyes dimmed: "So, you don't need to take me out anymore," she said, glancing around the apartment. "This place is fine too."
Shen Fang was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"It's bandaged up," Jiang Fei smiled, put the remaining bandages in the first-aid kit, and looked at Chen Fang, "What I promised you still stands, but... you don't have to be mocked by those people because of me."
Shen Fang stared intently at her.
He was naturally happy that he didn't have to take her out, but... was it because she didn't want him to be ridiculed like he was yesterday?
"Shen Fang? Shen Fang?" Jiang Fei called out to him softly.
Shen Fang realized what was happening, stood up abruptly, glanced down at Jiang Fei's pale face, and turned to walk into the bedroom.
The door slammed shut.
Jiang Fei glanced at Shen Fang's fluctuating favorability rating and then calmly looked away.
If she really had to go out every day, Shen Fang might be able to tolerate it, but she herself would be the first to not be able to stand it.
Now, it's just right.
For the next period of time, Jiang Fei did indeed do as she said, and no longer asked Shen Fang to take her out. However, she would bring breakfast to the apartment every day, and occasionally cook lunch herself or order takeout for the two of them. In the evening, she would ask Shen Fang to accompany her for a walk around the neighborhood before leaving.
When Shen Fang first heard her suggestion to "take a walk," he was shocked and disgusted, but since he needed her help, he eventually agreed.
There is a lake behind the apartment, and there are quite a few elderly people and children by the lake.
When Jiang Fei and Shen Fang went for walks, they would often run into those people. After a few days, they became familiar with each other, and some warm-hearted old people even assumed that the two were a young couple.
Upon hearing this, Shen Fang's expression darkened. He denied it several times impatiently, but the more he tried to explain, the worse it got. In the end, Jiang Fei's casual "brother" defused the situation.
Those around them realized that they were siblings.
But Chen Fang's expression grew increasingly grim. He himself didn't understand why hearing about this so-called "brother-sister" relationship didn't bring him joy or relief, but instead made him even more agitated.
When you get so frustrated, even a walk feels like an escape; you just want to get through the journey as quickly as possible.
Jiang Fei didn't care. This kind of thing is like training a pet. Once he forms a habit, he will have plenty of time to relive this "fast-forwarded" life when he is alone in the future.
So Jiang Fei continued to bring breakfast every day, and occasionally brought her favorite books and Blu-ray discs, and they would stay in Shen Fang's apartment to watch movies.
Whenever she sees a mythological drama, she always thinks of the drama in which she made a cameo appearance as a goddess, which was the most like her own appearance, and then she can't help but sigh.
Whenever this happened, Shen Fang would glance at her, then at the projection. The main character in the movie was laughing exaggeratedly, but she was full of melancholy. He couldn't help but mock her for having so many feelings while watching a comedy.
Jiang Fei just glared at him with wide eyes and said, "You don't understand."
He didn't understand her, but he didn't need to.
As time went on, Shen Fang became too lazy to say anything more. He would go out when he had something to do, and stay in his apartment when he didn't.
But whenever he returned before evening, the apartment would never be deserted again. There would always be a girl barefoot, nestled on the sofa, watching him, and then smiling as she said, "You're back."
Early that morning, at 7:50, Shen Fang suddenly opened his eyes.
After checking the time, he couldn't help but frown. He would never have woken up at this time in the past. He wondered when his biological clock had become fixed.
Chen Fang lay back down on the bed, wanting to continue sleeping, but her consciousness was still active. Every day at eight o'clock, the doorbell would ring on time.
It's always like this.
But as the clock slowly pointed to eight, all was still quiet.
Shen Fang glanced at the clock; it was 8:05.
It's better if she doesn't come. I can finally get a good night's sleep without her constantly bothering me, without being woken up early in the morning by her knocking on the door, without having to listen to movies I don't like, and without being forced by her to go for a walk with those old people and children.
It's better to be alone in peace and quiet.
When Shen Fang opened his eyes again, he felt that half an hour had passed, but...
8:10.
Shen Fang suddenly sat up, threw the pillow aside, and felt a surge of anxiety.
His stomach, which had never shown any problems even though he had never eaten breakfast before, suddenly started growling. He stared intently at the clock, the second hand ticking away.
At 8:30, the room was still empty.
He can take care of his own breakfast.
Shen Fang got up and walked to the dining room. There was still yesterday's rice in the refrigerator. She vaguely remembered Jiang Fei saying that leftover rice is the best for making fried rice.
Shen Fang frowned, banished the person from his mind, grabbed a bottle of ice-cold beer, and walked back to the living room.
The clock on the wall kept ticking, and time passed little by little.
It's 9:30.
Could something have happened?
Shen Fang tightened his grip on the iced beer. If nothing had happened, given Jiang Fei's feelings for him, he didn't believe she would suddenly not come without telling him.
Her affection came inexplicably and humbly.
Even something as absurd as him asking her to get close to Song Yan, she would agree to because it was him.
And he...
Shen Fang pursed his lips. He wasn't worried, but the Shen family and the Jiang family had a fairly good relationship. If something happened to Jiang Fei, he would also be in trouble.
That's all.
Thinking of this, Shen Fang picked up his phone, got up, and walked towards the door.
The moment the door opened, sunlight streamed in, and a girl stood in the light, holding a paper bag, seemingly enveloped in a luminous mist, her hand outstretched as if about to ring the doorbell.
Shen Fang was startled. For a moment, he felt as if all the sounds around him had gone silent.
My heart skipped a beat.
It was fleeting, like a hallucination.
"Shen Fang!" Jiang Fei smiled at him, her eyes narrowed, and called his name. "What a coincidence, I was just about to ring the doorbell when you opened the door."
Chen Fang's throat tightened.
It's not a coincidence.
But he couldn't bring himself to say it.
The next second, Shen Fang finally came to his senses and noticed that there was some dust on Jiang Fei's dress and her hair was messy. He looked down and saw a large scratch on her calf, which was particularly glaring against her snow-white skin.
"What's going on?" Shen Fang's voice tightened, and he took the paper bag from her hand.
Jiang Fei smiled sheepishly: "It's nothing."
It's just a ruse, a self-inflicted injury.
We also took the opportunity to assess the training results, and so far, it seems we have gained a lot.
Shen Fang glared at her, his voice lowered: "Jiang Fei!"
Jiang Fei's eyelashes trembled slightly as she lowered her head: "I was just a little late leaving today, and in my haste I bumped into a car. It's nothing serious. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you..."
Shen Fang's breath hitched for a moment. Even in his condition, she was still concerned about his breakfast.
Not hearing his voice, Jiang Fei slowly raised her head, then chuckled softly, "I'll go prepare..."
Before she could finish speaking, Shen Fang placed the paper bag in the entryway, pulled her into the living room, and made her sit on the sofa. He then picked up the first-aid kit she had used to apply medicine to him and knelt down to treat the wound on her calf.
Jiang Fei looked down at his movements without saying a word, but when he touched the wound, although she could not feel any pain, her calf still flinched slightly.
Shen Fang paused in the hand holding the cotton swab, and moved even more gently.
After applying the medicine, Jiang Fei murmured gently, "Chen Fang..."
Upon hearing this, Shen Fang looked up and was stunned when he met Jiang Fei's red and tearful eyes. His heart started pounding uncontrollably.
This time, it's not an illusion.
Shen Fang suddenly snapped out of it, quickly stood up, and stared incredulously at Jiang Fei and her calves.
What is he doing?
Kneeling on the ground to apply medicine to Jiang Fei?
Jiang Fei?
Anyone could, but she couldn't!
"Shen Fang, how could you..."
Before Jiang Fei could finish speaking, Shen Fang threw the first-aid kit on the table with a loud bang, then turned and rushed out without stopping.
He's insane!
Jiang Fei glanced at the tightly closed door, bent down and slowly took the ointment, applying it to herself.
Even if it doesn't hurt, she doesn't want to have a scar.
As for Shen Fang, his favorability rating rose to 45.
Shen Fang did not return all day.
Jiang Fei was enjoying his freedom and stayed in his apartment alone until evening before leaving.
However, that night, while she was half-asleep, she was suddenly awakened by the system.
[System: Host, sinking may be dangerous.]
...
After leaving, Shen Fang rode his motorcycle aimlessly around the city, feeling agitated.
He knew he couldn't possibly fall for Jiang Fei overnight, otherwise why would he have no intention of canceling their agreement?
He still desperately wanted Ruan Tang, the Ruan Tang who followed Song Yan.
He always knew that Jiang Fei liked him, and that she would never betray him. Even if she got close to Song Yan, the person she loved would only be him.
He just felt... panicked.
Panic ensued as she faced Jiang Fei's feelings and her own unconscious transformation.
Perhaps he should go find Ruan Tang; perhaps seeing her would calm his current restlessness and unease.
Shen Fang did not expect that it was already midnight and he would run into Lin Hai and his henchmen as he approached Ruan Tang's apartment building.
Lin Hai clearly still remembered the grudge from the "failure" in the race some time ago, not to mention that Shen Fang didn't even glance at him after the race before leaving.
This was an utter disgrace to him.
Lin Hai was stunned when he saw Shen Fang all alone, then laughed arrogantly: "So it's Young Master Shen."
Shen Fang turned around to leave, but was blocked in his way.
Lin Hai's fleshy face trembled with laughter: "What? Your childhood sweetheart isn't with you today?"
"That's right, your parents have taught you a lesson; this kind of relationship is bound to fall apart sooner or later..."
Shen Fang didn't know when he started fighting with Lin Hai; he only knew that he grabbed Lin Hai's sleeve and punched him more than ten times in the face.
Fighting was just an everyday occurrence for him.
However, fighting five opponents alone, he managed to sustain injuries to his face, arms, and legs.
Shen Fang licked the blood from the corner of his lips, and, seemingly unconcerned, dragged his injured leg to try and lift the fallen motorcycle, but his arm was too weak to move.
Shen Fang spat out a mouthful of blood and glanced at the distance; Ruan Tang's house was nearby.
He was silent for a few seconds, then limped over there, took out his phone, and dialed a number he knew by heart.
The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered. Ruan Tang's sleepy voice came through: "...Hello?"
Hearing this voice, Shen Fang lowered his eyes slightly, a metallic taste rising in his throat. He couldn't help but cough softly before saying, "Asleep?"
"yes."
Chen Fang paused, the movement aggravating the wound on his leg. He took a deep breath before whispering, "Can you get out?"
"Now?" Ruan Tang exclaimed in surprise, "It's already past one o'clock..."
“No,” Shen Fang interrupted her, and after a long silence, “…another day.”
Ruan Tang laughed out loud, her voice sweet, and then said softly, "Okay."
"Hmm," Shen Fang responded, stopping in his tracks.
The call was disconnected.
Chen Fang leaned quietly against the wall, looking up at the dark sky.
After a long while, he lowered his head and dialed Jiang Fei's number.
The call was connected.
"Sinking?"
Shen Fang pursed his lips, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "...It's me."
Jiang Fei on the other end of the phone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but then she seemed to remember something and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Shen Fang was taken aback: "What?"
"Are you injured?"
Shen Fang stared blankly at his phone, speechless.
Jiang Fei's concerned voice rang out again through the receiver in the quiet night:
Where?
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