48 YOU WILL HURT YOUR BRAIN

The plainness of Zhong Feng's penthouse apartment struck Hu Lei in the face once again once she stepped through the door. However, she could not help smiling at how much the minimalism matched his personality. She also had to admit that her impression of white rooms was changing. In the past, she associated the colour with dismal labs and depressing hospital rooms. Now, this absence of colour conjured a certain apathetic immortal-like face.

Zhong Feng placed a pair of fluffy white slippers with a cute cat design before her, indicating for her to put them on. She looked at the footwear and then at him and finally back to the little ears. She felt like she had been struck by lightning. What kind of interests did this cold man have? It's true what they said: still waters do run deep. It is the quiet ones who should be feared.

Before her thoughts could go deeper, Zhong Feng flicked her forehead. Her nose scrunched up, and she looked at him with eyes full of grievances. What had she done this time?

"If you keep thinking about strange things, you will hurt your brain. The slippers are for you." He explained while walking ahead.

"For me? How did you know I will come back here?" She asked while hurrying after him.

She had to admit that these were the fluffiest slippers that her feet had had the pleasure of knowing. It was like stepping on fluffy clouds of cotton.

Zhong Feng did not respond to her question. However, if she had been standing in front of him, she would have seen the little smirk on his face. He did not need calculations to determine that she would come back. He would not have allowed her to stay away for too long.

"I will have you know that I have other places to go." She said with a pout at the lack of response.

Zhong Feng led her to the kitchen still without responding. She could only throw him pointed glares at him as they washed their hands. When she sat down at the kitchen counter, she remembered the matter that had been bothering her.

"What happened to the people who lived in the apartment?" she asked, forgetting about her former concerns and question.

"They went to a better place." Zhong Feng replied plainly.

"So your realtor said. Did you take care of them?" Her eyes twinkled with yearning for a tale of something exciting.

"I didn't know them." His answer was not unexpected.

With those words, she became deflated like a poked balloon. She could not help thinking that this person did not understand the beauty of sharing information. She did not consider this to be gossiping. All he needed to do was provide her with the delicious details of the matter concerning the departed neighbours.

She did not know that he was actually telling the truth. He had not known the former tenants. When Hu Lei had expressed an interest in a place in Westend, he had had Assistant Chen and Realtor Hong take care of the matter so that he could bring her close. If he had to handle small matters like these personally, he would be tired to his bones.

"What would you like to eat?" Zhong Feng asked, moving on from the topic of the irrelevant people.

Hu Lei looked at her watch. It was already two thirty o'clock in the afternoon. For a very short moment, she considered refusing on account of the hour. However, after thinking about it, she rejected the idea. She had not had breakfast and supper, and she had given old Bai and Bai mama a break. If she ate here, she would not need to look for another meal.

After all, the big boss had offered freely. She had not coerced him. Satisfied with her reasoning, she thought about her current craving.

"I will have rice noodles." She ordered from her personal chef.

Zhong Feng nodded at the request.

"Would you prefer with vegetables or chicken?"

Hu Lei felt very satisfied with this volunteer chef.

"I am feeling like having chicken today. It's been too long since I have had any kind of meat." Hu Lei did not hold back.

Zhong Feng once again nodded.

Hu Lei watched him with interest as he prepared the ingredients with efficiency. She had to admit that she was awed. He seemed like a professional chef. She wondered when he had had time to learn this. According to the rumour mill, he had been too busy with education and the company to have a moment of peace.

Her eyes leaked envy. She had a huge knowledge gap in the cooking department compared to this monster. The only thing that she could do well was bake. On the bright side, she would probably be the envy of Supreme City if anyone learned that she had the pleasure of experiencing this god's cooking.

"Big boss, why are you so nice to me?" she asked without thinking.

The spatula in the wok paused for a moment before Zhong Feng resumed his stirring. After adjusting the cooking heat, he turned to her.

"What position do you place me in your life?" He posed his own question looking at her.

Hu Lei thought for a moment.

"I think of you as a senior martial brother." She answered with a nod of satisfaction.

Zhong Feng's faced darkened, though he should have expected a strange answer from her. At least, she had not said he was a brother to her.

"Explain."

"Well, you are like the powerful senior brother in a martial sect with the golden thigh. Our fathers knew each other long time ago before they ascended to the upper realm. Because my father saved your father from an evil cultivator, you feel obligated to take care of this small outer court disciple. Naturally, I must cling to this golden thigh." She felt that she had covered everything properly.

Zhong Feng's complexion did not improve. I seem to have been demoted from evil emperor to a senior martial brother, he thought.

"It seems I have to work a little harder." He spoke with a sigh before turning back to the stove.

"Hey, you did not answer my question." Hu Lei realised.

Unfortunately, she was destined not to have a response, at least for now.