In such an environment, his personality inevitably became somewhat aloof and paranoid, always focused on the result without questioning the process.
For Qin Feimo, this was the only promise he could offer. But for Feng Jinglei, it was a concession she couldn't accept.
They lowered their heads, each burdened with their own thoughts, eating the white rice in their bowls, neither speaking.
After dinner, once the staff cleared away the dishes, Feng Jinglei took a bath. When she came out, she didn't see Qin Feimo, only noticed an extra pillow and a thin blanket on the sofa...
She turned her head but didn't see Qin Feimo, naturally assuming he had gone to bed in the bedroom.
So, was this blanket and pillow prepared for her?
She didn't think much of it; the room became extraordinarily quiet. She glanced at the time; it was already past eight.
She walked to the sofa and began to lift the thin blanket, intending to lay down.
Just then, the door suddenly opened.
