By the time Ye Feng and Xie Yuyan returned to the manor, the sun had already set behind the western hills. When they were still some distance from the entrance, the aroma of food wafted into Ye Feng’s nostrils.
"Hmm, it seems everyone has already prepared dinner," Ye Feng remarked.
He glanced at Xie Yuyan, who had been silent the whole time, and couldn’t help but give her palm a gentle squeeze.
"Ye Feng?" Xie Yuyan snapped out of her daze, realizing she had been lost in thought.
"What’s wrong, Yuyan? You seem preoccupied. Are you worried about something?"
"Not really. I just feel like we might have gone a bit overboard with today’s outing. I was supposed to prepare dinner tonight."
"Oh, is that all?"
Ye Feng brought Xie Yuyan’s hand to his cheek and planted a soft kiss on her palm. The tender gesture made her blush.
"Yuyan, doesn’t the manor have servants arranged by Mu Cheng? Cooking is something you only need to do occasionally—don’t tire yourself out."
"I... I understand what you mean, Ye Feng. But I feel like I should contribute in some way..."
"Silly, don’t talk like that."
Ye Feng gently stroked the back of her hand while his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.
"Isn’t this kind of simple, everyday life the most genuine? I don’t need you to be anything special or do anything extraordinary for me. As long as we live well together, that’s enough. Understand?"
"Mm, I understand."
A faint smile finally appeared on Xie Yuyan’s lips, and her pale blue eyes softened with warmth.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let’s hurry back for dinner. I’m sure everyone’s waiting for us."
"Okay~"
As Ye Feng and Xie Yuyan entered the house, they immediately spotted the other three already seated at the dining table. Upon seeing Ye Feng, they greeted him warmly.
"Teacher, welcome home~"
"Xiao Feng, you’re back~"
"......"
Ye Feng’s gaze lingered on Su Yuxin, who sat alone with a distant look in her eyes. He couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Normally, Su Yuxin would be the first to speak up—why was she so unusually quiet today?
Still, he didn’t dwell on it and simply nodded in acknowledgment.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"Not at all! Xiao Feng, you and Yuyan should freshen up first. We just sat down anyway," Shen Mengli said, shaking her head playfully.
She then threw Xie Yuyan a knowing look, to which Xie Yuyan responded by looping her arm through Ye Feng’s and whispering, "Come on, Ye Feng, let’s change first before joining everyone for dinner."
"Alright."
......
After freshening up, Ye Feng returned to the dining room, where everyone began eating together.
"Mmm, tonight’s dishes are delicious. Mu Cheng, you’ve outdone yourself."
"Hehe~"
Li Mucheng propped her chin on one hand, unable to hide her delight at Ye Feng’s praise.
"It’s nothing, Teacher. Just a small effort on my part. Let’s eat quickly—I’m sure everyone’s hungry."
"Right."
Just as Ye Feng was about to pick up his chopsticks, he noticed Su Yuxin sitting gloomily, staring blankly at her empty bowl. Her lips moved slightly as if muttering something under her breath.
"Yuxin?"
"Fragrant... fragrant..."
"Yuxin, are you okay?"
"Ban... banana..."
"Mu Cheng, what’s wrong with Yuxin...?"
"Ah, don’t worry, Teacher. Yuxin isn’t feeling well today. She’ll be fine after some rest."
"Not feeling well? Has she seen a doctor?"
"Mm, she just ate too much fruit at noon. Right, Yuxin?"
Li Mucheng nudged the dazed Su Yuxin lightly with her elbow.
"Huh?"
At the prompt, Su Yuxin’s hazy eyes gradually focused. When she realized Ye Feng was watching her, she froze, stumbling over her words before finally stammering,
"Xiao Feng, don’t overthink it. Yuxin’s been acting a little strange today—just ignore whatever nonsense she says. Right, Mu Cheng?"
"Ah, yes, exactly!" Li Mucheng chimed in hastily.
"Are you... really sure she’s fine?"
As Ye Feng studied Su Yuxin’s emerald-green eyes, he caught something almost surreal—like a robot mechanically repeating preset actions.
"She’s really fine."
Shen Mengli then leaned in and whispered something into Su Yuxin’s ear, after which the latter gradually calmed down.
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