“Not welcome, huh?” Yang Feng feigned sadness. “Now Xue Ying is ignoring me; I’m so pitiful!”

“Of course not!”

Seeing Yang Feng’s unhappy expression, Xue Ying clung to his arm like a little girl, while Li Wenlong, nearby, pretended not to notice, obediently drinking tea on the sofa.

“Wenlong, I’m leaving the rest of the files to you. I’m taking Xue Ying out for a while. We’ll go straight back to the villa tonight,” Yang Feng said, leaving the office with Xue Ying. “Once you’re done with the documents, check on how things are going downstairs.”

Li Wenlong watched the couple leave, reluctantly taking over Xue Ying’s tasks, realizing that the workload had indeed always been his. With his help pulled away, he could only manage it personally.

Yang Feng and Xue Ying took the elevator to the first floor, drawing envious looks from the staff—not only were they in love, but they were also the bosses!

“Vroom~”

In a flash, their red Ferrari sped out of the parking lot, zipping through the streets and leaving other cars far behind.

“Brother Feng, let’s visit the slums. That’s where we lived when we first came to Shanghai,” Xue Ying suggested, looking at Yang Feng as he drove.

“Sure!” Yang Feng glanced at Xue Ying and smiled. “We’ll go wherever you want.”

Within minutes, they reached the slums. Parking their car outside, the two of them walked hand in hand through the narrow alleys, filled with a longing for the simple lives of the local residents.

“Brother Feng, let’s have some plain noodles,” Xue Ying said, pulling Yang Feng towards a noodle stall, not allowing him any room to refuse. Yang Feng let her lead him to the small cart.

“Boss, two bowls of plain noodles.”

“Got it!”

While waiting for the noodles, Yang Feng and Xue Ying reminisced about their childhood.

“I used to love grandpa’s plain noodles,” Xue Ying said sadly. “Since he passed away, I haven’t had them in a long time.”

“Your grandpa might be gone, but you still have me!” Yang Feng held Xue Ying’s hands. “Brother Feng will always be with you and take care of you.”

“Okay!”

Seeing Xue Ying, Yang Feng couldn’t stand to see her tears. Is loving someone making sure they are always happy?

“Maybe it really is like that.”

“Here are your noodles!” The owner placed two steaming bowls on the table, heightening their appetites.

“Boss, I only have one coin. Can I get a bowl of noodles?” an adorable little girl asked. “My brother and I haven’t eaten in a while.”

“Alright.”

“Thank you, boss!”

Yang Feng heard the voice and saw the cute girl with a scruffy young man beside her. They looked like beggars, reminding Yang Feng of his own past struggles.

Yang Feng felt a dangerous aura from the man, similar to those from the heads of the Five Major Families. Though the killing intent was hidden, Y

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