Chapter 128: The An Family’s Jealousy Over YanYan
Gu Fei: “YanYan, Fei Ge can’t find a white shirt.”
The man stood in the walk-in closet, his gaze sweeping across the shirts. His handsome, mature face was faintly smiling, his thin lips curving in an inscrutable way.
He wanted to wear that memorable white shirt today. He’d searched but couldn’t find it. He remembered it hanging here a few days ago, but where was it?
He secretly suspected something.
“Mm… look again.” An QingYan’s gaze involuntarily turned to the bed beside him. He’d gotten up not long ago; the shirt was still in his bed, hugged for days, now wrinkled.
Perhaps it was a placebo effect, but he did sleep better hugging the shirt. Last night, he’d even dreamt that he was wearing the shirt again, doing things with Gu Fei…
His face flushed, his heart pounding, he pretended to be calm, then nonchalantly said, “It’s gone, it’s gone. Fei Ge, you don’t lack one shirt.”
“It’s important.” The man on the other end of the phone chuckled, his low, magnetic voice like a hook, “It has important sentimental value for me.”
An QingYan: “…”
How could he not understand? What sentimental value… What was so important about it!!
“I… I won’t talk to you anymore, Mom called me for breakfast, goodbye Fei Ge!” He quickly finished the sentence and hung up.
Only after the heat on his face subsided did An QingYan take the wrinkled shirt from his bed to the bathroom, washing and hanging it on the balcony.
Gu Fei shouldn’t guess it was him.
On the other side, after the call ended, Gu Ye looked at his phone screen and subtly curled his lips. Yu Qingtong’s voice came from outside, “Son, hurry up, don’t dawdle!”
Gu Fei calmly chose an outfit and put it on. Before going out, he deliberately sprayed the custom men’s perfume from his collaborator, the faint cedar scent satisfying him before leaving.
Yu Qingtong looked at her son, who seemed unusually cheerful, and smelled his scent curiously, “I remember you rarely used perfume, why are you using this one so often lately?”
Gu Fei simply answered, “I like it.”
“…” Yu Qingtong looked suspiciously at him, feeling her son was a bit flamboyant today, deliberately dressed up from head to toe, no wonder she’d waited so long.
Who was he trying to attract?
Of course, his future daughter-in-law.
Tsk… her son was getting more and more scheming.
Also, Yu Qingtong shifted her gaze to the chubby orange cat in Gu Fei’s arms, gnawing on dried fish, her mouth twitching uncontrollably, “What? Is the chubby cat going too?”
Gu Fei hummed, “YanYan said he wants it.”
Yu Qingtong: “…” Fine.
“Behave yourself at the An family. If your uncle and aunt find out, you won’t be able to leave the An family in one piece.” She reminded him worriedly.
Gu Fei coldly hummed.
Yu Qingtong felt he hadn’t listened at all.
…
“YanYan, are you awake? Come down for breakfast then go back to sleep.” Song Shuman knocked gently on her youngest son’s room, her tone gentle. An Yu, passing by, lightly tsked.
When his mother called him up, she directly lifted the covers and pulled his ears. She’d never been this gentle. He wouldn’t want this kind of treatment. It was too terrifying.
“Okay, I’m coming!”
An QingYan hurriedly responded, wiping the water from his hands before going out. It was Sunday; An Lingkang and An Yu didn’t have to work, and An Jing had returned last night.
The family ate breakfast happily.
“YanYan, are you used to staying at home?” An Jing placed a cup of warm milk in front of his brother, affectionately ruffling his hair, “Tell Big Brother if you need anything.”
“Mm, thank you, Big Brother, I’m used to it.” The boy smiled faintly, “Big Brother, this shrimp dumpling is delicious, want to try it?”
An QingYan just put a shrimp dumpling in his bowl.
He couldn’t contain his happiness, even giving An Lingkang across the table a boastful smile before eating the dumpling. The shrimp filling was plump, the shrimp meat fresh and sweet, indeed delicious.
“Mm, the dumplings YanYan gives Big Brother are delicious.”
Hearing this, An QingYan gave him another one.
An Lingkang felt a pang of jealousy, truly annoyed by his eldest son. He pretended to cough formally, looking at his youngest son, “Are these dumplings really that good?”
“Delicious.” An QingYan was oblivious. He said as he put one into his father’s bowl, smiling, “Try it.”
An Lingkang was happy, not forgetting to provocatively look at An Jing. An Yu, who was busy eating a large meat bun, lifted his head and mumbled, “Little Brother, Second Brother wants shrimp dumplings too! Lots of them!!”
Second Brother’s appetite was amazing. An QingYan simply put the plate of dumplings in front of him.
Second Young Master An didn’t notice the tension between his father and brother. He quickly devoured the remaining dumplings, satisfiedly burping.
An Jing: “…”
An Lingkang: “…”
Song Shuman, returning from the restroom, looked at the strange atmosphere in confusion.
What’s going on? What did An Yu do? Why are his father and brother looking at him with those resentful eyes?
Her precious YanYan was eating deliciously, his cheeks puffed up like a little hamster, so cute.
Overwhelmed with maternal love, Song Shuman looked lovingly at her youngest son, “YanYan, you’re too thin, eat more.”
She glanced at An Yu, who had just burped and continued eating meat buns, slightly disapproving, “An Yu, stop eating. Don’t you know how much weight you’ve gained?”
“…” Second Young Master An lifted his head dazedly, his mouth still full of buns, secretly complaining about the unfair treatment, and counting on his fingers, one, two, three, four, five… It’s over, five pounds!!
He remembered losing his abs while showering last night, feeling sad, the meat bun suddenly unappetizing.
An Yu reluctantly put down the bun, preparing to hit the gym later and get back his dear, pitiful eight-pack abs.
An Jing and An Lingkang, satisfied with his predicament, looked away.
An QingYan, oblivious, finished his breakfast. After watching cartoons with his stuffed Second Brother for half an hour, he was about to return to his room to study when the doorbell rang.
“They’re here already, I’ll answer the door!”
Watching Song Shuman rush out, An QingYan curiously asked An Yu who was coming. An Yu said he didn’t know and gave him half a peeled orange.
An QingYan ate the orange, turning to look outside. A moment later, surprise and astonishment flashed in his beautiful peach blossom eyes.
That familiar figure unexpectedly entered his vision. The man wore a dark gray sweater and casual trousers, tall and slender, wearing slippers, his right hand carrying a delicately packaged gift bag.
What most attracted An QingYan’s attention was the chubby orange cat in his left arm. Seeing the little master it hadn’t seen for days, it meowed excitedly, ready to escape Gu Fei’s arms.
He excitedly called out to Little Orange, quickly walking to Gu Fei’s side. When no one was looking, he slipped the remaining two orange segments into the man’s mouth, then took Little Orange.
Yu Qingtong and Song Shuman followed.
An QingYan, holding Little Orange, politely greeted Yu Qingtong. Unexpectedly, it was them. Gu Fei said he was working today; he’d lied.
But seeing Gu Fei, he was very happy.
“Auntie Qingtong, you didn’t say you were coming.” An Yu, hearing the commotion, also came over, sweet-talking, “Auntie, you’ve gotten even prettier after a few months.”
“Nonsense.” Yu Qingtong was pleased by the compliment and carefully looked at An Yu, “Your food is good lately, haven’t you gained some weight, An Yu?”
An Yu, suddenly attacked again: “…”
“Don’t stand, come and sit.” Song Shuman enthusiastically invited them to sit on the sofa in the living room, then said to An QingYan, “YanYan, go to the study and get your father and brother.”
An QingYan agreed and went upstairs to the study to tell An Lingkang and An Jing that guests had arrived.
An Jing went out last, seeing his brother’s obvious happiness, he ruffled his head, his tone slightly jealous, “Really that happy Gu Fei is here?”
“No…” An QingYan touched Little Orange’s fluffy head, nervously arguing, “I’m happy because I saw Little Orange, look how cute it is.”
An Jing poked its forehead, chuckling, “This little guy looks quite plump.”
Little Orange glared at him and meowed.
Tsk… quite fierce.
Everyone sat in the living room, drinking tea and chatting. An Fu and An Mu thanked Gu Fei again for taking care of their youngest son; only they didn’t know the truth.
Gu Fei remained composed, politely saying it was his duty. Yu Qingtong felt guilty; taking care of her future daughter-in-law was naturally his duty.
An Yu was eating melon seeds and watching the show. An Jing took a deep breath, telling himself to be patient and restrained, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to stop telling his parents the truth in public.
Gu Fei had taken their youngest son away, and they’re thanking him! Thank you for what!!
An QingYan silently played with Little Orange, speaking little, not daring to look at Gu Fei, afraid he’d reveal their secret.
“You young people go play, no need to stay and chat with us.” Yu Qingtong thoughtfully created space for her son and future daughter-in-law.