"Future? Baby?" Lan Lan was startled. The child's mother had misunderstood her relationship with Liang Yu Feng. Did they really look like a couple? This was the second time she had been misunderstood since coming to Runcheng. Lan Lan tried to explain, but heard Liang Yu Feng's "Mm." She looked at him in disbelief, as if pondering why he had agreed.
However, Liang Yu Feng's expression remained unchanged. Lan Lan recalled the scene of him giving Jiang Wan an injection and suddenly found herself unable to say anything. She had already felt pity for him.
After chatting with the couple and their child, Lan Lan and Liang Yu Feng continued on their way. He spoke very little, and his mood seemed low. Even though he wasn't usually talkative, Lan Lan could sense his dejection, so she took his hand.
It wasn't an unusual gesture; they had been more intimate before. But Liang Yu Feng was quite surprised, and she could even feel him stiffen slightly.
"Liang Yu Feng," Lan Lan comforted him with her somewhat clumsy words, "Aunt Jiang will get better. Don't be sad."
Liang Yu Feng remained silent, his deep eyes fixed on her, with emotions in their depths that she couldn't fathom. Lan Lan raised her other hand and touched his eyelids. "Be good, listen to me."
For some reason, Liang Yu Feng heard a hint of "maternal love" in her tone. Liang Yu Feng: "..."
He knew from their university days that she wasn't good at comforting people. The fact that she was being so patient with him today already made him feel overwhelmed with gratitude.
However, recalling past events, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and sadness. When memories enveloped him, it was truly difficult to feel happy.
After walking a few steps, the two happened to stop in front of a swing set in the villa area. The swing set was beautifully constructed, entwined with vines. As spring arrived, flower buds had already appeared – pale pink buds and green vines, looking youthful and vibrant. As they passed, Lan Lan's gaze lingered on the swing. Liang Yu Feng even found it peculiar; did she actually like such things?
Just as he was wondering, Lan Lan suddenly pushed his shoulder and guided him to the swing. Before he could speak, she asked, "Sit on it."
Question marks floated above Liang Yu Feng's head. She had been staring at the swing for so long, and now she wanted him to sit on it?
Liang Yu Feng was accustomed to obeying her and didn't give himself much time to think. He casually complied with her request and sat on the swing. Then, Lan Lan began to push him.
And so, the scene became Liang Yu Feng, a man nearly 1.9 meters tall, sitting on a swing, being pushed by Lan Lan, swaying back and forth. If anyone passing by saw them, they would likely find the scene extremely bizarre.
Liang Yu Feng naturally felt somewhat uncomfortable, but Lan Lan was unconcerned and even seemed to be enjoying herself. Her stamina was much better than that of an average woman, so pushing him was effortless. She could even ask him questions while doing so, "How do you feel?"
Liang Yu Feng: "..." He didn't know how to answer. He had no memories associated with swings. As a child, he had always thought they were for girls. In his memory, this was likely his first time trying one.
Since he couldn't answer, Lan Lan spoke on her own, "When I was a child and feeling unhappy, I would go play on the swings downstairs. When I flew up, my mood would improve."
"This is the first time I'm pushing someone on a swing. Don't you think I'm special?" Lan Lan coaxed him with a smile, showing a rare gentle expression.
Liang Yu Feng looked back and saw her expression, slightly surprised. After knowing her for so many years, this was the first time he had seen her like this.
For a moment, he truly believed that he was special to her, as if everyone else were just passing through, and he was the one destined to stay.
His mind raced, and his mouth preemptively asked, "Am I different from other men to you?"
"Of course," Lan Lan's answer was almost immediate. In that instant, Liang Yu Feng's heart suddenly leaped, his heart rate accelerating. He desperately wanted to know what made him different, eagerly awaiting her answer.
She seemed to have read his thoughts and chuckled, "Mr. Liang, you are the man I've slept with the longest." It was also the first time she had gotten back with an ex.
Although neither of these things happened entirely willingly, she knew very well that Liang Yu Feng's significance to her was undoubtedly different from other men. If someone had threatened her in the same way, she would have fought to the bitter end, refusing to compromise so easily.
The answer Liang Yu Feng expected wasn't this. Disappointment flickered in his eyes. After a long pause, he asked her, "If I hadn't used work to force you, would you have done this?"
"No," Lan Lan's answer was still firm, and it was as she had imagined.
As he inwardly mocked himself, the swing suddenly stopped.
Lan Lan grabbed the chains, pulling him back. In an instant, her lips brushed against his ear, her warm breath fanning his ear.
Liang Yu Feng's body suddenly stiffened, and the flame in his lower abdomen ignited, spreading throughout his body. Lan Lan also noticed his reddened ears and couldn't help but chuckle.
The dignified Mr. Liang was too pure. With so much experience, he was still like he was in college; his ears would turn red whenever she got close.
"Shy, aren't you, Feng Feng?" Lan Lan teased him with a mischievous grin.
Liang Yu Feng: "..." His ears turned even redder.
"But not everyone has the ability to threaten me, and I don't just compromise with anyone," Lan Lan didn't hide her thoughts, frankly telling Liang Yu Feng, "Because it was you who threatened me, and you are special to me, that's why I compromised."
Liang Yu Feng became confused by her actions and words, his heart beating even faster. "What do you mean?"
Was he overthinking it, or was she expressing what he thought she meant?
Liang Yu Feng had wanted to ask her, "Do you like me too?" but he lacked the courage. Even with her actively stating that he was special, he still didn't dare to ask.
"Because you're good-looking, I like your face." As she spoke, the woman's slender, soft fingers landed on his face, caressing it wantonly as if it were a cherished work of art. "Mr. Liang, you are a man who fits my aesthetic."
Liang Yu Feng had heard her use the phrase "fits my aesthetic" before, but the core of that description had always been directed at his face.
Whether men or women, they disliked being judged solely on their appearance, especially when they had invested a great deal of emotion. Therefore, Liang Yu Feng couldn't help but ask her, "Is it just because of my face?"
Lan Lan laughed, "Not entirely. Maybe because you cook well."
Liang Yu Feng: "..." It sounded as if she were finding a good-looking housekeeper for herself.
"In short, I want to tell you that you are very special to me," Lan Lan said sweet nothings effortlessly, without any hesitation. "So, cheer up, Feng Feng."