Lin Yixun was montarily dazed, then ca back to her senses and said with a forced smile, "Mr. Feng, how can I trouble you with such a trivial thing as drying my hair? I’ll do it myself."
"It’s no trouble."
"But my hair is very dirty. Your esteed status shouldn’t be sullied with such things."
"I just washed my hands, it’s fine." The man replied expressionlessly.
Yixun was a little speechless. Was this man emotionally unintelligent? Could he not tell that she didn’t want him drying her hair?
Of course, the man understood her thoughts but insisted nonetheless. Yixun knew Feng Chengyu’s character—he wouldn’t give up until he got what he wanted.
If she stubbornly refused to let him have his way, this man might just throw her off the building.
So, Yixun laughed weakly, "Then I’ll trouble you, Mr. Feng."
Yixun ntally consoled herself. The head of the Feng Group was personally drying her hair, she should feel honored. Plus, lying on the sofa and having soone dry her hair should feel pretty comfortable.
Yet, when the man’s cold fingers combed through her hair and brushed her scalp, Yixun couldn’t help but shiver.
She looked up, and the man’s stern features t her eyes. She had to admit he was handso.
Feng Chengyu wasn’t looking at her; he was fully focused on drying every strand of her hair.
His concentrated expression, under the light, softened his usually sharp deanor, making him even more handso.
The warm air passed through her soft hair, the scent of shampoo lingering in the air. For so reason, Yixun felt the atmosphere in the master bedroom suddenly turned ambiguous.
This feeling made her feel like sitting on pins and needles, wanting to flee.
Fortunately, at this mont, the man suddenly spoke, breaking the tension, "Did you visit your daughter today?"
"Yes." Yixun nodded, thinking of Xiao Yi Xun’s pale little face, she couldn’t help but feel heartache. After a long silence, she looked up at the man in front of her and asked, "How do you know?"
"That’s not sothing you need to worry about." The man glanced at her deeply and then said, "Do you want her back with you?"
"Of course, but it’s a tricky situation. Xiao Yi Xun has been raised by Leng Yixiu all these years. If we go to court, I don’t stand much of a chance. If we resort to force, with the difference in our strengths, I have even less chance."
"Lin Yixun, you still have ."
Yixun’s expression shifted slightly. Did Feng Chengyu understand the weight of his words?
What did he an by this?
"If we get married, it would be a strong advantage. As for using force, Leng Yixiu might not be able to beat ."
Yixun knew Feng Chengyu wasn’t exaggerating; he indeed had the capability. But still...
"Feng Chengyu, don’t you think marrying ans you’re inviting a lot of trouble? Maybe marrying soone else would save you many problems."
The man glanced at her deeply and said indifferently, "Just think of it as liking to find trouble."
What?
Yixun thought she was hearing things wrong. Was this guy sick? Who in the world liked finding trouble?
While Yixun was puzzled, the man had already turned off the hairdryer and slowly stood up.
Watching his retreating back, Yixun hesitated for a few seconds, then finally spoke, "Feng Chengyu, since you’re on my side, could you help with sothing?"
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