Yan Feizhuo closed his eyes, and Sheng Nian's amber eyes, as thick as honey, suddenly appeared in his mind.
He missed his Young Master.
Yan Feizhuo's face remained as impassive as ever, but a closer look would reveal the coldness filling his eyes.
He told Assistant Lin flatly, "Keep an eye on Yan Tingyuan. Don't let him die. Speed up the plan."
His words were full of the deadly chill of an approaching storm.
Assistant Lin looked up and glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Yes."
That evening, Yan Feizhuo returned to his property on Capital Star.
The first thing he did after entering was wash up, disposing of all the clothes that carried the smell of the sanatorium's disinfectant and Yan Tingyuan's filthy stench of greed.
He stood beneath the shower, eyes closed, letting the warm, clear water wash over his body as Sheng Nian's face appeared in his mind again.
"Tsk-"
With some displeasure, he swept all his hair back, exposing his smooth forehead.
"Baby... little liar."
Hadn't he said he would miss him? That he would video call him? Little liar...
Meanwhile, after finally seeing off his father and Daddy and dutifully spending the day at home with his two older fathers, Sheng Nian finished washing up and returned to his room. He pulled up the covers and wrapped himself in them, his nose filled with the familiar scent of the detergent they used at home and the warmth of sunshine.
One sniff told him Daddy had instructed the servants to wash them before he came home.
Yet he felt a little unsatisfied. Although his own little nest was comfortable too, it didn't smell as nice as Yan Feizhuo did. It lacked that cool, moist scent of morning mist.
*What was Feizhuo doing now? Had