I'll feed you

As the imperial capital, Shengjing had no shortage of luxury shopping centers. The Xia Family alone owned several, though their stores did not carry as many glasses as the previous one.

Lin Fengmian helped Xia Qinghe pick out several pairs of glasses.

"Fourth Young Master, the total is forty million. Would you like to pay by card or put it on your account?" The sales assistant bowed, diligently serving her customer like a god. If she closed this sale, she would not have to worry about her sales targets for six months. At the thought of the commission she was about to earn, her smile grew even more professional.

Lin Fengmian took out a black card. "Card."

The sales assistant swiped the card, packaged all the glasses, and handed them to Lin Fengmian with both hands.

Lin Fengmian took them and walked over to Xia Qinghe, who was still preening in front of the full-length mirror. He gave him a kick. "Let's go. I'm dead tired."

Hearing that, Xia Qinghe immediately stopped admiring himself and adjusted his glasses. "Want to sleep at my place? I need to go back to work anyway."

When Lin Fengmian did not nod, he grew a little unhappy. "I moved the bed from home over there. I guarantee you'll sleep comfortably."

Lin Fengmian could only sleep well in a familiar bed. Whenever he stayed somewhere new or changed mattresses, he needed to bring plenty of things to make himself a nest, filling the entire room with familiar scents before he could sleep well.

To lure Lin Fengmian into staying at his place, Xia Qinghe had specially moved the old mattress he had slept on for over a decade into his new nest on the company's top floor.

He had not even dared change the sheets, still using the old sheets and duvet cover that had been washed until their edges frayed.

He had made Lin Fengmian's nest. All that remained was to wait for him to take the bait.

Hearing that, Lin Fengmian said, "Let's go."

With their arms around each other's shoulders, the two returned to the Xia Group.

Xia Qinghe went to work on the 107th Floor, while Lin Fengmian went to sleep on the 108th Floor.

Lin Fengmian had visited once after the renovations were finished. The decor was nothing like Xia Qinghe's style, but it suited his own tastes quite well: simple, yet cozy with warm tones.

Lin Fengmian was rather lazy and did not particularly like complicated things. That went for decor, too.

He kicked off his shoes at the door and walked inside barefoot. Detecting someone inside, the indoor AI automatically activated the fresh-air circulation system. A breeze from outside flowed into the room, lifting the sheer curtains and brushing over the grand piano worth tens of millions.

Without so much as a glance at it, Lin Fengmian headed straight into the only bedroom. Sure enough, he saw the familiar sheets and duvet cover. He flopped onto the bed, rolled over, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and closed his eyes.

Xia Qinghe really had not lied. It was the mattress he was used to sleeping on.

The quilt and pillow carried a faint sandalwood scent. Breathing in that familiar fragrance, Lin Fengmian soon fell asleep.

The company had been on edge since early morning, with undercurrents stirring. The entire legal team had mobilized, and with the videos everyone had seen online, they all kept their heads down, afraid they might accidentally offend that man and lose their jobs.

Especially the team of assistants working on the same floor as the boss.

Not one of them dared slack off. They stared at their computers and worked furiously, yet their leader, Secretary Su, held his insulated cup and sipped goji berry and honey water without keeping his head down like the rest of them.

"Su, show us the way."

Secretary Su glanced sidelong at Assistant Number One and pointed an index finger at the ceiling.

The assistants looked up. There was nothing on the ceiling, not even a spot of mold.

Secretary Su smiled inscrutably. "And that's why you're only assistants. I already asked the Fourth Young Master to come over last night."

Realization dawned on the assistants. "The Fourth Young Master is upstairs now?"

Secretary Su nodded. "All right, get back to work. I need to order lunch."

Secretary Su had become Xia Qinghe's assistant while he was still at university, and knew many of his daily habits.

He even knew Lin Fengmian's habits very well.

After ordering from the restaurant, Secretary Su took some documents inside to report on work.

"The old woman who caused trouble at the hospital received three days of administrative detention and a five-hundred fine for provoking trouble. We've finished gathering evidence on all the bloggers who spread rumors online, and Lawyer Qin is following up. As for whoever was behind it..." Secretary Su surreptitiously studied Xia Qinghe's expression. His face was expressionless, but Secretary Su knew he was not in a bad mood.

At least, it was ten thousand times better than last night's impending storm.

He could not help breathing a sigh of relief. "We've terminated our cooperation with that security company. The backup security company starts today. Our legal department is also following up on their failures at work."

"Understood. Keep following up."

The Xia Group operated across all sorts of industries, with business spanning the globe. Xia Qinghe had been swamped from the moment he arrived at the company. Only when an assistant brought lunch in did he find a moment to spare and carry the food up to the top floor.

He had always felt that his new home was empty. Only when he came in today did he belatedly realize that Lin Fengmian had been missing.

Now that Lin Fengmian was here, the home of over a thousand square meters instantly felt lived-in.

Just what I'd expect from you, Lin Fengmian. You're worth a hundred people.

Xia Qinghe laid out the food.

There was a reason Secretary Su held the top position among the secretaries. Everything he had ordered suited Lin Fengmian's tastes, and Xia Qinghe was very pleased.

Xia Qinghe had once thought he was already the most delicately raised young master in the world. He had never expected there to be someone raised even more delicately than him.

When Song Su was seven months pregnant, she had gone deep into the mountains and forests to shoot some additional footage. Unexpectedly, the stunt wire snapped, and she fell from the air, went into premature labor, and gave birth to Lin Fengmian.

It had taken enormous expense and effort to raise Lin Fengmian, so the Lin Family all but cradled him in their palms and doted on him.

Back then, when Xia Qinghe made Lin Fengmian cry the first time they met, Xia Weiting had disciplined him as soon as he got home. It was not that the Xia Family could not afford to offend the Lin Family, but that Lin Fengmian was far too important to them. If anything happened to him, the Lin Family would absolutely spare no expense and fight to mutual destruction.

Xia Weiting could preserve the family business, but he lacked the ability to take Xia Corporation further. As its president, he did not dare put a foot wrong in business, afraid he might invite trouble he could not resolve and be voted out by the shareholders.

The Lin Family was definitely trouble of the highest order.

That very evening, Xia Weiting took little Qinghe to the Lin Family home with gifts to apologize.

Little Qinghe resisted apologizing. In his three years of life, he had never apologized to anyone, and he wore a thoroughly sour expression the entire way. But the moment he saw little Fengmian sitting in his high chair, obediently scooping up baked milk, his expression stopped being sour.

He broke into a smile as bright as the sun and squeezed up beside little Fengmian. "Mianmian, does your little hand still hurt?"

Little Fengmian struggled to hold his spoon, scooping at the milk in fits and starts, so sleepy he could barely open his eyes. It had been his first day of kindergarten, and his nanny had forgotten to pack his little blanket.

Without his little blanket, little Fengmian could not sleep.

Hearing someone speak to him, little Fengmian struggled to open his eyes a crack. Seeing that it was his new classmate, he pouted. "Hungry."

He was hungry and sleepy.

Hearing that, little Qinghe took the spoon and began feeding him. "I'll feed you."

Little Fengmian closed his eyes and opened his mouth, and a heaping spoonful of baked milk went in.

Little Fengmian was very satisfied. He decided to forgive this new classmate. Next time, he would not bawl. He would cry more quietly.

Little Qinghe thought little Fengmian's ability to eat while sleeping was incredibly cool. After feeding him baked milk, he fed him rice, running back and forth at the table, busy as could be.

Xia Weiting had not expected his son to know so well when to bend and when to stand tall. But wasn't he bending a little too far? How could he lower himself to feeding someone else? He was a member of the Xia Family, after all.

He felt a little embarrassed, but in front of the Lin Family, he could hardly say anything.

In the end, little Qinghe fed the entire supposed apology to little Fengmian along with his meal.

What Xia Weiting had not expected was that Xia Qinghe did not understand his father's painstaking intentions at all. He clung to little Fengmian's arm and refused to let go, like a child who had received a beloved toy and could not bear to put it down or part with it.

"I want to sleep here. Auntie Song already said I could sleep here."

Xia Weiting's face darkened. He had no idea how his wife's family had raised the boy. A family of scholars, supposedly, and they had raised such a thoughtless child.

In the end, seeing that little Fengmian could no longer hold on and needed to sleep, the Lin Family hurriedly smoothed things over and let him stay.

Little Qinghe lay down in little Fengmian's bed and held the sweet, milky-smelling boy in his arms, utterly exhausted.

That night, he did not go back to his own home, yet he was not afraid at all.