“For you.” She switched entirely to Japanese in her urgency. “I shouldn’t interfere in other people’s private matters. But Ya Ye is a Japanese and Southeast Asian superstar idol, his every move is under media scrutiny, he has no privacy. He will stay for you, and if the media finds out the truth, they won’t let you go. Please persuade him not to seek trouble, I beg you.” She stood up and bowed deeply.
Feng understood very little. He’s staying for me! He always makes her heart ache to tears. This won’t do, Ya Ye!
Ye Feng returned home after work. Before she could unlock the door, someone opened it from inside.
“Sister, you’re back.” It was Ya Ye.
“How did you get in?” She was startled. Realizing they were drawing attention at the doorway, she quickly pushed him inside.
“Your key, who changes the lock after a few years like you do?” He took her bag, took her coat, and diligently brought her a glass of water. “Rest for a bit, I’ll go cook.”
She sat down, thinking about how to start the conversation.
“Sister, how do you turn on the gas stove?”
She walked into the kitchen, heavens, what was he doing? An unscrambled egg floated alone in an unoiled pan, a heap of unpeeled green beans sat on the counter, and he seemed unable to even find the gas stove switch.
“Please, don’t step into the kitchen again,” she said, exasperated. “I bet you can’t cook anything edible.”
“Is that so?” He sighed helplessly. “I was hoping to share some of the household chores.”
“Are you really staying?” She followed him back to the living room, where he was wiping the table with a cloth.
“Miss Lin Mu came to find me.”
“Yes, I’ve even moved my luggage here. I, Ye Wu Feng, have officially returned to this home!” He didn’t even lift his head.
“Go back, I don’t need you here.”
“I have no ill intentions, I just want to take care of you, sister.”
