Rebirth : My sweet professor girlfriend is a Mafia Princess

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As the last bite disappeared from his plate, Lin Feng gently placed his fork down and wiped his mouth with the napkin like the well-mannered heartthrob he now was.

He turned to his mother with that soft voice — the kind of voice that could melt both chocolate and hearts in under three seconds.

"Thanks for breakfast, Mom. It was amazing."

Xu Lan froze mid-sip of her tea, blinking at the tone like she'd just been serenaded. Her heart did a full somersault.

Then—without any warning—he leaned in, wrapped his arms around both his parents' necks, and gave them each a warm half-hug.

He even rubbed his cheek gently against his mother's — a move he hadn't done since he was maybe 12, but she absolutely loved.

Her breath hitched, and she instinctively held the back of his head, eyes slightly moist as he pulled back.

"I'm heading out. Love you guys!" he said with a grin.

"Be careful on the way!" Xu Lan called out immediately.

"Yeah, don't be on your phone when crossing the road!" added Lin Guangming.

"Got it, got it," Feng'er replied, slipping on his shoes and waving behind him.

As the front door clicked shut, the house was quiet for a beat.

Xu Lan just stood there, still holding her cheek where he'd rubbed against her, eyes sparkling.

She turned to her husband and sighed dreamily, hands clasped against her chest.

"My baby… he's back. Just like when he was twelve and used to follow me around like a duckling. So sweet…" she whispered.

Lin Guangming snorted, trying to act tough while adjusting his glasses. "Who's son is he, huh? My genes, obviously."

Xu Lan whipped her head around with a smirk and folded arms. "He looks like a carbon copy of me, thank you very much."

"Oh come on," Guangming scoffed. "He's got my eyebrows!"

"Yeah. Just the eyebrows," she replied dryly, raising one smugly as she picked up the butter knife again like it was a mic she was about to drop.

Guangming grumbled under his breath as he sipped his tea again, eyes twitching slightly.

"Eyebrows are important, okay…" he muttered.

Xu Lan simply gave him a satisfied smirk, basking in maternal triumph.

Outside, Lin Feng strolled toward school, humming to himself.

Warm breeze. Clean uniform. Aura of a literal nature spirit. And the pleasant weight of a family breakfast still warming his chest.

He thought to himself, Yeah… this life's starting off just right.

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Absolutely! Here's the next heartwarming and realistic scene as Lin Feng heads off in the car, with attention to expression, emotion, pacing, and some subtle touches of depth and reflection:

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Chapter 8: Mercedes, Memories & Uncle Feng

The soft click of the front gate opening came just as Lin Feng stepped out onto the sunlit driveway, the crisp school breeze tugging gently at the strands of his loosely tied hair.

Waiting beside the sleek, obsidian Mercedes-Benz S-Class, as punctual as ever, was a tall, slightly weathered man in his late fifties, dressed in a neat black uniform and cap. He stood with his hands behind his back, posture upright and respectful despite his age.

"Good morning, Uncle Fang!" Lin Feng called out cheerfully.

The driver blinked—almost comically—before slowly lowering his sunglasses.

"…Young Master Feng?" he said, voice uncertain, like someone trying to verify a ghost sighting.

"Yeah, it's me. Why, do I look that different?" Lin Feng said with a sheepish chuckle, rubbing the back of his head.

Uncle Fqng stared for a second longer. "You… you greeted me politely. And… with a smile."

Lin Feng laughed. "Too shocking for the morning?"

The old man cracked a wide grin—genuine, surprised, and warm. "Not at all, Young Master. Just… refreshing."

Without another word, Lin Feng walked around to the front passenger seat and opened the door.

That, too, made Uncle Fang pause.

"You're not… sitting in the back today?"

"I figured we could talk a bit on the way. I missed chatting with you, Uncle Fang."

Uncle Fang blinked twice, then nodded, clearly touched. "As you wish, Young Master."

The engine purred to life as the heavy door shut with a soft thunk. The scent of leather and mild cologne filled the cabin as the S-Class glided smoothly out of the driveway and onto the road.

As trees passed by in a blur of green and gold, Lin Feng leaned back in the seat and glanced sideways at the man beside him.

In his last life… he hadn't appreciated this enough.

Uncle Fang, whose full name was Fang Zhonghai, had been more than just a driver. He was practically family.

He had driven his parents to every doctor's appointment, stood quietly outside hospitals while Lin Feng was too "busy" to show up, and even brought food from their favorite diner when they felt too sick to cook. He never asked for anything. Never complained.

He was there.

And Lin Feng, in his past life, had barely said a word beyond the necessary. Always in a rush. Always on his phone. Always acting too grown to care.

A quiet wave of guilt and gratitude rolled through him.

"You've been with our family for what… 18 years now?" Lin Feng asked suddenly.

Uncle Fang nodded, both hands on the wheel. "Yes. Since you were a baby barely reaching my knee."

Lin Feng chuckled. "Must've been a headache back then."

"You once tried to feed me sand, Young Master," the man replied dryly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Oh god," Feng groaned, laughing. "I was testing your loyalty, obviously."

"That's one way to describe it," Uncle Fang said, eyes glinting with amusement.

There was a moment of light silence, warm and not at all awkward.

Lin Feng looked out the window for a beat, then said quietly, "Uncle Fang… thank you. For everything."

The older man glanced at him, surprise flickering across his face again.

"I know I wasn't exactly… easy, last time," Lin Feng continued with a smile that held more depth than usual. "But I really appreciate you being around. Especially for my parents."

Fang Zhonghai didn't respond immediately. He just drove, eyes fixed on the road. But then he spoke, voice softer.

"I always saw you as my nephew, Young Master. You don't have to thank me."

Lin Feng smiled again, this time faintly, and leaned back in his seat as the sun filtered through the glass roof above them.

This time…

I won't take any of it for granted.

None of them.....

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[End of Chapter 4]

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