As a gentleman of great cultivation, Jiang Bainian did not refuse.
Xia Qiong could not help but secretly rejoice, enduring Sang Fan's scalp-numbing gaze as she got into the car.
Sang Fan made no move as the car drove past him.
This made Xiao Yansheng breathe a sigh of relief, yet also feel a bit strange. According to Sang Fan's dominant and overbearing personality, he wouldn't have stood by and watched the woman he liked get into another man's car without doing anything.
He carefully observed Sang Fan's face, worried, "Brother, have you been angered into stupidity?"
Only then did Sang Fan cast him a look of condescension, as if not understanding his meaning, "What are you talking about?"
"No!" Xiao Yansheng was confused, "Old Sang, the girl you like got into another man's car right in front of you, and what's more, she treated you like air. Aren't you going to do anything about it?"
Sang Fan blinked and thought for a moment, seeming to find the words particularly reasonable. He then asked humbly, "Then what do you think I should do?"
"Dog Head Military Advisor" immediately put on airs, feigning a cough, "I think this matter needs to be planned carefully. If you really want to win over Xia Qiong, you must take action, otherwise, someone else will snatch her away."
He said these words with great earnestness, as if he wished he could act himself.
Sang Fan's expression was blank. He glanced at Xiao Yansheng, raising his eyebrows slightly, a visible displeasure emerging, "If we need to plan carefully, when can we start?"
Xiao Yansheng was so angry he felt like spitting blood, experiencing the feeling of the villain striking first, "Big brother, you're asking me? Do you even look like someone pursuing a woman? Anyone who didn't know would think I was the one pursuing her. If you were even a little proactive, you wouldn't have ended up like this, okay?"
Sang Fan pursed his lips at this, silently clenching his fingers, "I don't know how to pursue someone."
"Ha!" Xiao Yansheng obviously knew that Sang Fan had been a pampered prodigy since childhood, with many people chasing after him. Of course, he wouldn't know how to pursue someone. Otherwise, what would be the use of him, the Dog Head Military Advisor?
"I know, of course. Don't be discouraged. Xia Qiong hasn't gotten that surnamed Jiang yet, has she? You, first, get that surnamed Shen, make Jiang Bainian stumble badly, and then you can seize the opportunity to move in. Isn't that perfect!"
Sang Fan's personality was more indifferent than that of normal people, and his moral compass was somewhat weak. However, Xiao Yansheng's plan always made him feel a strange sense of unease, his brow furrowing deeper, "The one surnamed Shen... what's her name?"
"Oh! How would I know the name of the one surnamed Shen? I haven't even met her. Why are you so concerned about a sickly person?"
Sang Fan's eyes turned cold, somewhat unnerving, "Can you speak properly?"
Xiao Yansheng shivered under his gaze and quickly pleaded, "My mistake, my mistake. You know me, I just have a loose tongue."
Sang Fan turned his head and said no more.
***
Shen Yue was doing something big today.
That is to say—cooking!
After all, she was living in someone else's house, eating and sleeping for free, and it wasn't right. She wanted to help as much as she could.
Before, in the small world, it was all through the original host's memories, which was why she could cook without it tasting too bad.
Thinking of this, perhaps because she had experienced too much and it was too fantastical, it still felt unreal to her now.
Shen Yue went to a nearby supermarket to buy some vegetables and fruits. She washed them one by one, tied her apron, and prepared to get to work.
Taking a deep breath, she picked up the cleaver. Just then, there was some movement outside the door.
Shen Yue quickly walked over to look.
It was Sang Fan returning.
He didn't seem to be in a good mood. After changing into his slippers, he furrowed his brow, pulled off his tie, loosened his collar, revealing his collarbone.
He unbuttoned his collar, his chin instinctively tilted up, revealing a jawline as smooth as a scimitar, sharp and sexy.
His peripheral vision accidentally caught sight of the girl emerging from the kitchen, and his cold gaze paused.
The girl was wearing a pink, Star Bottom-themed apron, full of girlish charm. Her lustrous black hair was simply tied back with a hair tie, and a few stray strands of hair fell onto her fair face, adding a gentle and beautiful touch.
She looked like a virtuous and loving wife, waiting for her husband to come home.
Shen Yue was a little surprised, "You're back so soon?"
Sang Fan saw himself reflected in Shen Yue's pupils, like black jade. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his eyes, deep and profound, gazed at her. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a low syllable from his throat.
Shen Yue thought that perhaps the date had gone poorly, which was why Sang Fan was so unhappy.
With this thought, Shen Yue, being considerate, did not ask further. Instead, she said softly, "What do you want to eat? I just went to the supermarket and bought some vegetables. We'll have a very rich dinner today."
She felt like she was bragging a bit, as her cooking skills weren't that great yet. Shen Yue added in a small voice, "Perhaps, it might not taste very good."
Sang Fan looked at her lips parting and closing.
He had been independent since high school and had moved out of his parents' home. He was very mature, and his parents, who were often away on business abroad, could not pay him much attention.
In his concept, family was a very unfamiliar and fragile relationship. Other than blood ties, it was no different from strangers.
However, now, Sang Fan felt the warmth of home from Shen Yue.
It was as if no matter how tired or bitter he was outside, or how disappointing things were, when he returned home, and there was someone waiting for him, keeping a light on for him, and personally making him a meal, all those weary negative emotions would vanish in an instant.
Sang Fan's heart trembled, like drinking a warm, strong wine on a cold winter solstice. The warmth flowed through his entire body, making his heart feel warm and itchy.
He pressed the back of his neck, his voice becoming hoarse and much softer, "Anything is fine with me."
Shen Yue said "Okay" and turned to enter the kitchen.
Sang Fan sat on the sofa outside. Just as he was about to turn on the TV, before he could even find the remote, the sound of shattering porcelain suddenly rang out from the kitchen.
Sang Fan, who was looking for the remote, was startled and quickly ran over, his heart pounding in his throat.
The scene he saw upon entering the kitchen made his eyes widen in fury.
The girl had crouched down and was about to pick up the sharp, broken porcelain shards with her bare hands.
"Don't touch it!"
The deafening roar startled Shen Yue, making her tremble.
Before she could even raise her eyes, she was roughly pulled aside by a strong force, her wrist being gripped painfully.
Sang Fan's face was ashen, and his tone was harsh, "Are you stupid? You don't want these hands anymore, do you?"
Shen Yue was about to argue, "No, I..."
Sang Fan's breathing became heavy, and his eyes looked fierce, "What 'you'? If you don't want these hands anymore, it would be quicker to chop them off for you."
Shen Yue was left speechless.