A Man in His Seventies Still on the Front Lines (Continued)

The living room was quiet, filled with the fresh scent of early morning. Wen Feiran glanced at the closed master bedroom door and went to the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous breakfast for Gu Suian.

They recorded several episodes of a variety show together. Wen Feiran had observed carefully that Gu Suian didn't have any particular preferences and could eat both Chinese and Western food.

Gu Suian had already heard the commotion outside the door. Although he didn't want Wen Feiran to be tired, he also didn't want to disappoint him. He looked at some documents in the room for a while, and waited until the room was filled with the aroma of food before pretending to have just woken up and going out.

Wen Feiran, wearing an apron, looked at Gu Suian with bright eyes, "You're awake! Come and have breakfast."

Gu Suian stood still for a long time, as if he hadn't heard those words.

The apron was bought to fit his size, but it now looks a bit too big on Wen Feiran, with the hem covering his knees.

Wen Feiran was wearing a white hoodie with the sleeves casually rolled up, revealing a section of her fair wrist. Her hair was fluffy and soft, with some wisps of hair on her forehead that were slightly messy, and a tuft of hair sticking up on top of her head. She looked like she was at home all the time... Everything that Gu Suian had never dared to dream of before.

Wen Feiran initially didn't notice Gu Suian's unusual behavior, thinking he hadn't heard her, so she raised her voice and said it again.

After a few seconds, a glimmer of light appeared in Gu Suian's deep eyes, and he stepped forward.

Looking at the table laden with breakfast, Wen Feiran pursed her lips apologetically and said, "I made a bit too much. Don't worry about wasting it if we can't finish it all; I'll save it for lunch..."

"Not many," Gu Suian interrupted him.

He wasn't particularly fond of food or had any special preferences, but this breakfast was incomparably delicious to him. He ate more than before and no longer maintained the habit of not speaking while eating or sleeping. He would naturally praise each dish he tasted, giving it full emotional value. Wen Feiran listened, feeling like he was floating on air, with power surging through his body.

"Then I'll make you breakfast every morning from now on!" Wen Feiran promised excitedly.

Gu Suian was calmer than him, and stood up to help him clear the dishes. "No need, I'd rather you get some more sleep."

Wen Feiran has a good routine and is used to going to bed early and waking up early, but he needs to get up an hour earlier to prepare breakfast for Gu Suian. Gu Suian can't bear to see him making so many sacrifices on his own.

"It's okay," Wen Feiran said with a smile. "I'm not sleepy at all. Besides, I can catch up on sleep this morning."

Gu Suian couldn't resist ruffling his hair, her hands itching to do so. "Be good, only get up early when I want your homemade breakfast again."

Wen Feiran blinked, then gave up insisting. "Okay."

After breakfast, they prepared to move their luggage as planned, but before they could leave, Gu Suian received a phone call.

Wen Feiran knew that Gu Suian was busy and assumed it was work-related, so she walked away. But after a while, she noticed that Gu Suian would look over from time to time.

"I can't make the decision for him. Why don't you ask for his opinion?"

Yes, he's right next to me.

"I'll come to see you, and bring him along? I'll have to ask his opinion first."

"These things can't be forced..."

Wen Feiran keenly sensed that the person on the other end of the phone was probably one of Gu Suian's elders, and the "he" Gu Suian referred to must be him.

Wen Feiran subconsciously walked over and looked up at Gu Suian. Gu Suian to the elder's complaints on the other end of the phone, but his gaze was fixed on Wen Feiran. Without warning, he raised his hand and kneaded Wen Feiran's small earlobe with his fingertips, moving down along her jawline as if he were playing with a beautiful object.

Wen Feiran froze, staring blankly at Gu Suian. A tingling sensation spread from where their skin touched. He instinctively wanted to pull away, but in the end, he just lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he moved his face forward a little, obediently pressing it against Gu Suian's palm.

"Good."

"I will pass on your message."

"Don't you have high blood pressure? Don't get angry, it's bad for your health."

Gu Suian could finish speaking, the phone went dead.

Wen Feiran licked her dry lips and asked, "Who called?"

Do you remember when Elder Zeng came to give you guidance during the recording of the first episode of the variety show?

Wen Feiran nodded, the image of the "old child" acting spoiled unconsciously popping into her mind, her expression somewhat helpless.

"He's actually an elder of mine who mentored me when I was young, but I didn't have your talent and couldn't learn from him."

Wen Feiran was a little embarrassed, "Actually, I wouldn't call myself talented, I just studied for a long time."

If anyone else heard this, they would probably call him a Versailles, Gu Suian just smiled and continued, "After being rejected by you, Elder Zeng was probably unwilling to give up and wanted to contact you again, but he..."

Gu Suian paused for a moment, then said tactfully, "Not wanting to be rejected by you to your face again, he set his sights on me, but I didn't agree to his offer."

Wen Feiran understood what Gu Suian meant.

Elder Zeng has a childlike temper and is probably very concerned about his reputation. After being rejected, he didn't dare to come to him again, so he decided to try his luck with Gu Suian.

He had been busy with other things and hadn't had time to think about future plans. Now that he had some free time, his mind was a mess, and he didn't know what to choose.

"So what do you think? Is it better to study under Elder Zeng?" Wen Feiran asked.

Gu Suian didn't give a direct answer, but simply said, "You can listen to your inner voice."

Gu Suian seemed to have an aura of superiority in his eyes, as if everything he did was right. Wen Feiran, wanting to slack off, looked at him expectantly. "Then give me some advice, I'll listen to you."

Gu Suian sighed, "No, life is just a few key choices. You can't hand over the decision-making power to others. You have to make a decision that you won't regret and that you won't feel ashamed of yourself. As for the execution, I can give you advice and help."