CH 11

The waiter brought the food, and the topic ended there.

Lu Jingshen frowned, and Feng Si, noticing his reaction, lightly smirked, “What are you so nervous about?”

Lu Jingshen didn’t respond. Since the day he met him again, he had a feeling that Feng Si would cause trouble. He had thought that keeping him by his side would keep him under control, but it turned out that he had overestimated himself and underestimated Feng Si.

Lu Jingshen vaguely regretted it. His relationship with Feng Si seemed to be sliding in an uncontrollable direction, but he was powerless to stop it.

Once it stuck to you, you couldn’t shake it off. In fact, he should have realized it from the beginning.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Feng Si spoke while eating, neither salty nor bland, “No need to be nervous. I don’t have three heads and six arms. I won’t harm you.”

Lu Jingshen blurted out the question he had asked before, “Can you walk out of my life and disappear forever?”

Without waiting for him to regret, Feng Si looked at his thin lips parting and lightly uttered two words, “I can’t.”

Lu Jingshen was completely speechless, lowered his head, and silently ate his food.

After they finished their meal, Feng Si received a phone call. It was another invitation to go out, and he casually accepted it. After hanging up, he said to Lu Jingshen, “Are you going back home directly ? Is my job done for today? Well, I can see that you’re annoyed by me, so I’ll leave on my own.”

Lu Jingshen hesitated for a moment and asked him, “You’ve only been here for a little over a month, and you already have so many friends?”

“Alex, is this you showing concern for my personal life?” Feng Si responded nonchalantly, “How hard is it to make friends? Even if they’re unreliable friends, as long as they can entertain and pass the time, isn’t that enough? Or does Mr Lu think everyone is like you?”

He stood up, and before leaving, he added, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back before ten tonight.”

Feng Si left, and even after his figure had left the restaurant, Lu Jingshen was still in a daze, inexplicably thinking about Feng Si’s tone and expression when he was talking on the balcony earlier that morning, which furrowed his brows.

The next day, on Monday morning, Feng Si followed Lu Jingshen to the company as usual and helped with some odd jobs. He left before noon, only saying a quick goodbye to Liu Jie and mentioning that he had something to do in the afternoon and needed time off.

When Liu Jie entered Lu Jingshen’s office to report on her work, she also reported on Feng Si, mentioning that Feng Si left without waiting for approval after requesting time off. It was the first time Liu Jie had encountered such behavior.

Lu Jingshen didn’t say a word.

After the secretary left, Lu Jingshen picked up his phone. Feng Si had sent him a message twenty minutes ago, explaining the reason for his time off. He mentioned that he had to handle some paperwork at the private jet company and also buy some things.

Lu Jingshen didn’t reply and put down his phone, forcing himself to cast aside those inexplicable thoughts.

At seven in the evening, Lu Jingshen returned to Mingyue Bay. As soon as he entered, he smelled a pleasant aroma. Feng Si was humming a song in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

An hour earlier, Lu Jingshen had received another WeChat message from Feng Si, asking him to come back from work on time to have dinner. He didn’t want to respond and ended up being delayed by twenty minutes at the office, but in the end, he came back.

“Come eat hot pot.” Feng Si raised his chin toward Lu Jingshen.

Lu Jingshen took off his suit jacket and walked over, seeing the steaming hot pot and a table full of ingredients. He asked curiously, “You were born in the UK, how do you know how to make these?”

Feng Si placed the last dish on the table and casually said, “I’m a fake foreigner. Thanks to my mother, I have a Chinese stomach. Unlike you who, after going abroad to a place where no one knows you, insists on pretending to be a real foreigner and even pretends not to understand Chinese.”

Lu Jingshen sat down at the dining table and responded to his grudge with silence.

Feng Si asked, “Can you eat spicy hot pot? I remember you can handle spice.”

Lu Jingshen nodded, and Feng Si casually opened a beer bottle and handed it to him, saying, “Drink this.”

He took a bottle of cola for himself. “I won’t drink. Tomorrow, I have to fly your younger brother.”

Lu Jingshen’s gaze paused for a moment, and Feng Si smiled as he handed him the beer can. Lu Jingshen took a sip from it and picked up his chopsticks.

Afterward, Feng Si set up the projector and randomly chose a movie. They ate while watching the movie, occasionally exchanging a few words, and the atmosphere was relatively harmonious.

When they finished eating, it was almost nine o’clock. They cleaned up the table together, put the pots and bowls in the dishwasher, and Lu Jingshen prepared to go back to his room to take a shower. But as he turned around, Feng Si grabbed his wrist.

Feng Si looked at him playfully and said, “Alex, your younger brother and his friends are going out for a week, right? What will you do alone when I’m not here?”

The word “do” in his sentence naturally implied something, and Lu Jingshen immediately understood.

“Do you want me to also help you tonight?” Feng Si asked with a smile.

Lu Jingshen’s gaze flickered for a moment, but before he could answer, Feng Si continued, “If you’re not interested, then forget it.”

He let go of Lu Jingshen, deliberately leaving him hanging. “In any case, I know you will always find a way to handle it. It’s not like I’m indispensable.”

Lu Jingshen was taken aback, and Feng Si nonchalantly went to do something else.

Lu Jingshen’s gaze lingered on him for a moment, then turned around and went back to his room.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Jingshen finished showering and came out to drink water. Feng Si was squatting in the living room, packing his suitcase.

As Lu Jingshen passed by him, Feng Si suddenly raised his hand, blocking his path and looking up at him from that angle. Lu Jingshen’s brows were slightly furrowed, and with his wet hair hanging down after the shower, he had an unusually gentle appearance. Feng Si chuckled softly.

Lu Jingshen frowned. “What are you laughing at again?”

“It’s nothing,” Feng Si shook his head slightly.

Before Lu Jingshen could say anything else, Feng Si reached out and grabbed his ankle, which was right in front of his eyes. In that instant, Lu Jingshen’s body tensed, and his calf muscles tightened involuntarily, causing him to tremble. Feng Si’s restless hand began to caress.

“Let go,” Lu Jingshen said in a low voice.

Feng Si’s fingers pressed against his calf with a not-too-light, not-too-heavy force. He was satisfied to hear Lu Jingshen’s intensified breath and then released him with an air of triumph.

“You’re still as sensitive as before. Just a casual touch and you look like you are about to give in. Does anyone know how easily you can be taken advantage of?” Feng Si said, then raised his hands in surrender before Lu Jingshen could change his expression. “I’m just joking.”

After a brief laugh, he earnestly asked, “Alex, I’ll be leaving tomorrow. Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

Lu Jingshen asked in return, “What do you want me to say?”

Feng Si replied, “Wish me a safe journey, an early return, or maybe tell me that you’ll miss me…”

Lu Jingshen’s gaze shifted around before landing on the sofa, interrupting him. “You dropped your gloves.”

Feng Si glanced at them and said indifferently, “They’re old. I don’t need them anymore. I just bought a new pair today.”

“Well, take your time to pack,” Lu Jingshen didn’t say anything more and went to pour himself some water before returning to his room.

The next morning, when Lu Jingshen got up, Feng Si had prepared breakfast as usual and placed it on the kitchen counter, but he wasn’t there. Lu Jingshen stood in the empty dining room, lost in thought for a moment, and then realized that he had loaned Feng Si out and wouldn’t be back for a week.

After having breakfast, Lu Jingshen changed his clothes. As he was tying his tie and about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and turned back to the living room.

He stood in front of the mirror, attempting to tie the intricate knot that Feng Si had helped him with the other day. He tried several times but couldn’t get it right.

Lu Jingshen looked at his slightly unfamiliar self in the mirror and stopped his actions.

After a while, he closed his eyes and tied his tie back into a simple and orthodox knot.

When he turned to leave, he saw the pair of gloves lying on the sofa. Lu Jingshen picked them up out of impulse. The dark gray leather gloves were heavily worn and indeed very old.

Before throwing them in the trash bin, a thought crossed his mind. He involuntarily clenched the gloves in his hand, stood still for two seconds, and then returned to his room, putting the gloves into the bedside table drawer.

………….

At half-past nine, Feng Si stood by the cabin door with the others to welcome the guests.

Before the guests arrived, Lin Ling and the others had already excitedly looked outside three or four times. Feng Si chuckled and said, “I must say, isn’t this a bit exaggerated? Haven’t you ever seen Lu Second Young Master before?”

Lin Ling exclaimed, “No! Lu General’s family has other private jets, but this is the first time they have loaned this one to his younger brother. And it’s not just Lu Chixie, but also Lingzuo! It’s Lingzuo!”

The nearby senior pilot couldn’t keep up with the conversation of the young ones. Feng Si tilted his head and thought, “A viral star?”

As soon as Lin Ling finished speaking, the two esteemed guests arrived. The other three immediately stood straight, maintaining a good demeanor and welcoming the guests on board with a smile.

Only Feng Si, who stood at the back, remained casual, observing the two approaching figures with great interest.

Amidst the enthusiastic greetings from the flight attendants, Lingzuo politely nodded to them, while Lu Chixie’s gaze directly locked onto Feng Si.

Feng Si calmly met his gaze, and Lu Chixie gave him a quick once-over, seemingly lost in thought.

They entered the cabin, and Lu Chixie kept his hand on Lingzuo’s back, not trying to hide their relationship.

Feng Si shifted his gaze away, feeling even more amused.

Those two brothers had completely opposite personalities, yet they were blood-related?

After they sat down, Lingzuo asked Lu Chixie in a low voice, “That young co-pilot from earlier, the one Sister Jingqing mentioned, Lu Jingshen’s new assistant, right? Sister Jingqing specifically asked you to pay attention to him. What did she mean by that?”

Lu Chixie narrowed his eyes for a moment and smiled, “It’s quite interesting.”

At 6:30 PM, Lu Jingshen’s car was still stuck in the busy street during rush hour. He picked up his phone, and ten minutes ago, Lu Chixie sent a WeChat message saying they had arrived and just landed.

“Bro, that co-pilot of yours, he’s impressive. We went to the cockpit for a visit, and he actually switched to manual mode and flew the plane like a fighter jet. It almost scared the senior pilot next to him to death. But thanks to him, we arrived early and even have time for a late-night snack.”

Lu Jingshen’s gaze paused at the words “that co-pilot of yours” for a moment, and he didn’t reply.

Feng Si’s message followed, “We’ve arrived. Finished work. Let’s chat later.”

Lu Jingshen glanced at the time.

Realizing his own actions, he hesitated for a moment and then pressed his finger.

In the midst of his exhaustion and irritation, Lu Jingshen put down his phone, closed his eyes, and leaned back in his seat.