Recently, since Feng Lin's shoulder injury hadn't fully healed, he temporarily stopped going to the hospital.
There were no major changes in the group either. Professional managers were handling the daily affairs, so Feng Lin suddenly had some free time.
Apart from reading medical journals, all his remaining time was occupied by Su Xianyu.
Of course, Feng Lin enjoyed it. He wished his lover would stick to him forever.
Behind a French window on the second floor, Chen Xue tightly grasped the curtain. Her knuckles trembled slightly due to the force.
The scene in the garden downstairs was fully displayed in front of her eyes.
Feng Lin was squatting down, lowering his head to tie Su Xianyu's shoelaces.
She looked up and said something. The loose hair beside her temple fell down, as if it accidentally brushed against Feng Lin's hand.
Feng Lin's Adam's apple bobbed. He reached out and tucked that strand of hair behind her ear, but his fingertips deliberately lingered on her earlobe for two more seconds.
Su Xianyu suddenly burst into laughter and reached out to push his shoulder. He took the opportunity to grab her wrist and press it against his chest.
The man's fingers were well - defined. When he encircled her slender wrist, her fair skin was exposed between his fingers.
Feng Lin's usually cold eyes seemed to turn into thick honey when they landed on Su Xianyu at this moment.
"The wind is getting stronger," Feng Lin suddenly said. His voice drifted over from a distance. It sounded vague yet clear in Chen Xue's ears.
He took off his coat and put it on Su Xianyu's shoulders with an irresistible dominance.
But when she frowned, he immediately loosened the collar. When his fingertips brushed against the side of her neck, he even lightened his breathing.
Chen Xue's eyes ached from watching.
Scenes like this were staged in front of her almost every day. The affection between the two of them was definitely not faked.
Chen Xue suddenly let go of the curtain. Leaning against the wall, she slowly slid to the ground.
On the table beside her was the medical literature she had carefully prepared yesterday. After she heard that Feng Lin was interested in it, she had stayed up for several nights to collect it all.
But now it seemed that those papers were not even as valuable as the flower just pinned beside Su Xianyu's temple...
Chen Xue always thought that Feng Lin had a cold and aloof personality. After all, even his elder brother who had been with him for many years had rarely seen him show his emotions.
Until one day, Su Xianyu went to the flower shop but didn't come home on time at night.
It was only eight o'clock in the evening. No one else cared, but Feng Lin couldn't sit still.
He didn't throw his phone, didn't roar, and even maintained a steady breathing rhythm.
But Chen Xue could see clearly that the fingers of his hand on his knee were tightening at an almost spasmodic frequency, wrinkling his dark suit pants.
Before anyone else could react, Feng Lin had suddenly stood up and driven out.
"Wait for me!"
Chen Xue stubbornly followed him into the car. At this moment, Feng Lin was fully focused on finding Xiaoyu and didn't have the heart to care about other things, so he just let her be.
The car quickly drove to the flower shop, but Su Xianyu wasn't there.
"Why are you here?" Xiao Shuang, the shop assistant, was a bit confused. "The boss drove to deliver an order and planned to go straight home after that. She didn't say you'd come to pick her up."
"Where is she?" Feng Lin asked in a low voice.
Seeing that he seemed a bit anxious, Xiao Shuang quickly told him the specific address and watched him drive away.
After the car turned into the alley of the old town, Feng Lin slowed down. His eyes scanned every corner along the road.
He remembered that Su Xianyu was a bit afraid of the dark, especially the flickering lights in such narrow alleys.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of the figure at the end of the alley. Feng Lin suddenly stepped on the brake, opened the car door, and tightly hugged the person in his arms.
"A Lin?" Su Xianyu let out a muffled groan from being squeezed. The empty flower bucket in her hand clattered to the ground. "Why are you here?"
He didn't say a word. He just buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily.
"Are you cold?" he finally spoke. His voice was extremely hoarse.
"A - a bit," Su Xianyu reached out and hugged him back, pressing her face against his chest.
"The stairs in that grandma's house are too steep. I helped her arrange the flowers and chatted with her for a while, and then I forgot the time..."
She rambled on to explain, with a soft and coquettish tone, as if she were acting like a spoiled child.
Hearing this, Feng Lin tightened his arms even more, almost squeezing her into his body.
He had imagined countless possibilities in the car just now, and each one made his heart skip a beat.
It was not until he touched her warm body at this moment that his hanging heart finally fell back into place.
"Don't do this again," he pinched the back of her neck. The force was not heavy, but it carried an irresistible stubbornness.
"Tell me in advance where you're going and what you're doing."
Su Xianyu looked up at him. The light of the street lamp fell on his face. She could see the red bloodshot eyes that hadn't faded yet and the anxiety hidden in his tightly pursed lips.
Suddenly, she stood on tiptoe and touched his chin with her cool lips. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be angry with me, okay? I promise I'll send you a message every half an hour when I go out next time."
He stared into her bright eyes. Most of the anger in his heart was instantly extinguished, leaving only surging love.
"Let's go. Let's go home." He took her hand, his fingertips tightly clasping her palm.
Su Xianyu was led by him and walked forward briskly. "I brought you something good. The osmanthus cake made by that grandma. She said it's sweeter than the ones bought outside..."
Chen Xue continued to work in the Feng Mansion while silently watching the sweet daily life of the two. Her heart was in great pain.
More than two months passed. She had to admit that the relationship between Feng Lin and Su Xianyu was not as dull as Ruan Sisi had said...
All of Feng Lin's joys, anger, sorrows, and pleasures seemed to be related to Su Xianyu.
Chen Xue felt like a mouse secretly peeping at others' happiness in the dark, despicable and ridiculous.
"Brother, I want to leave."
Butler Chen watched as his sister finally came to her senses. He felt sorry for her dejected expression, but secretly he let out a sigh of relief.
This was for the best. After all, the longer the entanglement, the greater the harm to her.
When Chen Xue was packing her luggage, Chen Shui came.
He was holding a cloth bag in his hand, which contained several pieces of clothing.
"These were left for you by Dad," Chen Shui said in a low voice. "He still remembered that you liked to wear floral dresses the most when you were a child."
Chen Xue looked at the dresses that had been well - preserved and her eyes suddenly turned red.
"Brother," her voice choked. "Did I do something wrong?"
Chen Shui bent down and ruffled her hair as he did when she was a child. "If you know you're wrong, come home."
"I've asked your sister - in - law to arrange a room for you. Whether you want to stay in the country or go back to Island B, I'll support you."
Chen Xue threw herself into his arms and cried for a long time before finally calming down.
But as soon as she returned to her room, her phone rang.
It was a message from Ruan Sisi with a specific address and time written on it.
[Tomorrow night at eight o'clock, the suburban factory. Su Xianyu will come. This is your last chance.]
She stared at the message for a long time. Finally, she took out the phone card from her phone and threw it into the trash can.
The next evening, Chen Xue dragged her suitcase out of the room.
Her brother had just told her that the car to pick her up was already waiting at the gate of the Feng Mansion.
But just as she was about to go downstairs, she saw an unbelievable scene on the terrace.
"Don't! Brother!"