NOVEL NEXT Chapter 616: Harbor!
Jiang Feng sat alone on the living room sofa, smoked a few more cigarettes, and then calmed himself down again.
He watched the figure of Murong Qian, who had changed clothes and was busy in the kitchen, feeling a multitude of emotions.
Once upon a time, Murong Qian was a spoiled daughter of a wealthy family in the Capital City, living a pampered life, never lifting a finger.
But now, she was like a virtuous neighborly sister, capable of doing laundry and cooking, living an ordinary life, with none of her former arrogance.
In the end, it was all because of him!
It's unimaginable what kind of determination she must have had, how much courage she needed, to give up the life of a princess, escape her family, and follow him to Binhai, then quietly hold on until now.
This is why Jiang Feng can never truly resist her; he owes Murong Qian too much and could possibly never repay it in this lifetime.
Just as Jiang Feng was lost in thought, Murong Qian, wearing an apron, came out carrying a dish of boiled fish and placed it on the coffee table.
"Have a taste. I made this especially for you. You've loved fish since you were little. I learned for a long time online and tried many times just to make it for you one day, and today I finally had the chance."
Murong Qian smiled brightly as she took off her gloves and handed Jiang Feng a pair of chopsticks.
Jiang Feng was indeed hungry. He took the chopsticks and tasted a bit. The flavor was indeed excellent, comparable to a chef's standard. Even if Jiang Feng himself cooked, it wouldn't be better than this.
"Is it good?" Murong Qian asked with a gentle smile.
Under the warm lighting, her enchanting face was full of anticipation, stunningly beautiful.
"Delicious." Jiang Feng nodded.
Looking at the boiled fish before him, Jiang Feng suddenly thought of Bai Zhiqing.
That time in the stormy warehouse, Bai Zhiqing also braved the rain, soaking wet, to bring him a thermos of pickled fish.
The scene remains vivid in his mind.
Reflecting on it, it's also a profound image.
Hard to bear the kindness of a beauty, he hadn't seen Bai Zhiqing for days and wondered what she was busy with.
"What are you thinking about?"
Seeing Jiang Feng slightly distracted, Murong Qian asked.
"Nothing, this fish is really good." Jiang Feng snapped out of his memories and continued eating the fish heartily.
"Haha, if you like it, eat more. I'll go get some rice." Murong Qian couldn't be happier and turned to the kitchen to serve the rice.
...
The following dinner was delicious and warm.
Besides the fish being tasty, Murong Qian herself was a feast for the eyes, making one eager to dig in.
The two of them deliberately left the previous awkwardness behind, chatting casually about light topics.
This was Murong Qian's wisdom.
She knew Jiang Feng came to her place just to find a haven for his mind and body.
So, she asked nothing about what Jiang Feng had been doing recently and never brought up any topics that might annoy him, offering the greatest possible silent support and understanding.
After dinner, Jiang Feng volunteered to wash the dishes, while Murong Qian, who barely ate to maintain her figure, got up gracefully to take a shower.
...
Not long after, Jiang Feng finished washing dishes, and helped Murong Qian tidy up the kitchen, then walked out.
There, he saw Murong Qian, just finished showering, sitting leisurely on the sofa drying her hair.
After bathing, Murong Qian was indeed more irresistible and alluring.
Her exquisite face, curvy body, snow-white pink legs, and delicate feet exuded a faint rose fragrance.
This was fatal attraction to any normal man.
Meeting Jiang Feng's gaze, Murong Qian's face turned slightly red with shyness and pride.
"Xiao Feng, come over here and sit." She patted the sofa beside her, signaling Jiang Feng to sit down and chat for a bit.
"Sister Qian, it's late, I must go."
Jiang Feng dared not stay close to Murong Qian, who now was more captivating than poison.
"Hey, what's with you? Leaving right after eating. You rarely visit, can't you stay a bit longer?" Murong Qian feigned displeasure.
Jiang Feng helplessly walked over and sat on the sofa beside Murong Qian.
However, he still kept a slight distance from her.
"That's more like it." Murong Qian smiled coyly, her eyes full of charm.
"You must be exhausted recently; I can tell from your eyes, with bloodshot veins. Even if you're as tough as iron, take care of yourself!"
Murong Qian, like a gentle big sister, blushed while slowly sitting behind Jiang Feng, placing her arms over his shoulders, gently massaging them.
"When you're tired in the future, come to me, I'll help you relax..."
She said with a soft smile, her breath warm like orchids.
Jiang Feng suddenly felt uncomfortable: "Sister Qian..."
"Silly brother, don't move, I know you're worn out, let me massage you~" Murong Qian said with a smile.
Seeing Jiang Feng being so self-repressed, she felt sincere affection and wanted to nurture him…
"But…" Being massaged by Murong Qian's tender hands was indeed comfortable, yet the proximity made him restless and awkward.
At this moment—
"Boom!"
A loud thunderclap was heard outside.
"It's about to rain, Sister Qian, I really need to go, or I'll miss the last car."
The thunder acted like a wake-up call for Jiang Feng. He immediately pushed Murong Qian away, got up, rushed to the door, flung it open, and left without looking back.
"You bastard, why are you running…" Murong Qian said half-jokingly, half-annoyed. It was rare to be alone with this little rascal, and he had to make such a hasty retreat!
Damn the heavens, why thunder now?
Murong Qian let out a sigh and then suddenly lay on the sofa and laughed quietly.
What she felt at that moment, only she knew.