April 15 was the 21st birthday of Feng Jian Ya Ye. The gifts and birthday cards from fans kept the staff at Xinjing busy. It seems Feng Jian Ya Ye’s popularity has not decreased at all due to his public relationship. Ya Ye also declined the company’s proposal to organize a birthday party. After five years, finally able to spend his birthday with Fang Feng, he couldn’t waste it on unrelated people.
He waited at home for Feng Feng to return. She said she was going shopping at the supermarket, but it had been so long! He anxiously checked the time.
A car stopped at the front door. Feng Feng pushed open the car door, “Thank you, Doctor Ying. Actually, you didn’t need to bother driving me.”
“It’s no trouble at all,” he laughed, “and I wanted to hear you say you’re happy.”
“I am happy.” She got out of the car carrying plastic bags, watching him drive away.
Feng Feng opened the door, taking off her shoes while saying, “I’m back. Ya Ye, are you here?”
Ya Ye stood by the window, able to see everything outside clearly, but not visible from the outside. He turned around with a trace of cold mockery on his lips. “Who sent you back?”
“It was Doctor Ying. The doctor who saved you.” She carried the plastic bags to the kitchen. With nothing much to do at home, her culinary skills had improved a lot.
“Who cares if he saved me!” He followed her closely. “Have you been with him for these two hours?”
“Could you please not follow me so closely? I can hardly move,” she shot him an annoyed glance. “So what if I was, it’s my freedom.”
He suddenly grabbed her into his arms. “Ye Feng Feng, you are not allowed to have any other man but me!”
“It hurts, Ya Ye!” Squeezed tightly, she couldn’t help but cry out. He was domineering, like a tailor-made husband.
“Say you love me, need me, and will never leave me!” Ya Ye’s eyes were fervent, his voice full of passion, making Feng Feng forget the pain.
