Chapter 7: Is This What You’re Feeding Me?

The moment she saw Ye Feng, Mu Yuchen’s mind flashed back to the previous memories.

What had she done?

Looking at the little man on the bed, his expression filled with grievance and his eyes streaming with tears from sobbing, she felt an inexplicable urge to reach out and wipe them away.

By the time she snapped back to reality, her hand was already outstretched, resting gently against Ye Feng’s cheek.

Seeing her own actions, she hesitated for only a fleeting moment before continuing.

Feeling the touch of her fingers gently wiping the corners of his eyes, Ye Feng found that his inner grievance suddenly diminished just a little bit.

“Stop crying; I will take responsibility for you.”

“Woo~”

This time, Ye Feng was truly crying for himself; he was a man, a full-grown man, and he was being told by a woman that she would take responsibility for him—what kind of situation was this? A man’s dignity was completely gone!

“Why are you crying again?”

As Mu Yuchen spoke, she wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes once more. If one were to compare her right now to her usual self, they would be shocked to discover that the woman currently present was absolutely, fundamentally not the person they knew.

If you told someone who knew Mu Yuchen that she was a gentle person, they would certainly slap you across the face.

Because since the day Mu Yuchen first showed her edge, people had been falling at her feet; in the two years since, the number of people who had fallen at her hands was no longer a single-digit figure.

Those people either ended up filling the seas or the rivers, perfectly embodying the spirit of the mythical bird Jingwei; at the very least, they truly played the role of “adding bricks and mortar.”

But Ye Feng didn’t think that way because… he wasn’t thinking about anything at all, other than filling his stomach.

Furthermore, he didn’t feel this woman was particularly gentle; he had watched the three hours of madness with wide-open eyes the entire time. It was precisely because of that that he didn’t dare to ask for food; at most, he just thought this woman was “alright,” and nothing more.

“What’s wrong?”

Mu Yuchen naturally noticed the conflicted look on the little man’s face.

“I…”

“Gurgle~~~”

Just as Ye Feng prepared to ask for something to eat, his stomach voiced its opinion first.

“Hungry? Then I’ll go get you something to eat.”

Hearing that sound, Mu Yuchen smiled and rolled out of bed.

Watching Mu Yuchen leave, Ye Feng also smiled, because he felt the situation didn’t seem so bad after all; he was still managing to eat his “soft food.”

Besides, all those messy thoughts earlier were just him scaring himself. Sure, it hurt a bit when they were doing “it,” but was that really an issue? Not at all; it was a non-issue—a total piece of cake.

Right now, he felt that his future prospects were bright, and a beautiful life was waving at him.

(A future Ye Feng is currently sharpening a kitchen knife, eyeing the present-day Ye Feng with murderous intent.)

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Mu Yuchen, who had just finished pouring oil into the pot to heat it, suddenly stopped. A drop of oil had popped out of the pan and splashed onto her face.

It wasn’t that she found it particularly painful, but it sobered her up a little. What had she been doing since entering this home?

Originally, she had planned everything perfectly to use this little man as a gift for Gu Yuxin. But now that she had “done” him, would Gu Yuxin still want him? Most likely she would, but the value of the gift had dropped significantly.

Moreover, did she really want to give him away?

Just then, another drop of oil popped from the pan. Feeling irritable, she simply turned off the fire and stood there, not knowing what she was thinking.

Why is it so slow?

Lying in the room, his whole body aching, Ye Feng’s stomach growled incessantly.

It shouldn’t take that long just to whip up some food. Could it be that she’s making a grand feast?

Thinking about it, Ye Feng drooled. He felt that since she had been gone for so long, she must be making something delicious; after all, good food usually takes time to brew.

And then…

Ye Feng stared at the cup of instant noodles in front of him, falling into deep contemplation. He really wanted to ask, “Woman next to me, you were gone for so long just to bring back a cup of instant noodles?”

But looking at her icy expression, which had lost all the gentleness from just moments ago, he decided to stay quiet.

A man shouldn’t lower himself to a woman’s level.

“After you finish eating, go to the second floor and take a bath. I’ll find you some clothes later.”

“O-okay.”

Hearing the satisfactory response, Mu Yuchen turned to leave. She couldn’t figure out what she was thinking, but after seeing Ye Feng, she felt much more resistant to the idea of giving him away.

“Uh… could I change the flavor?”

“Uh… actually, it’s fine as it is.”

Seeing her cold glare, Ye Feng immediately grabbed the fork from the noodles and shoved a huge mouthful into his mouth.

Of course, Ye Feng insisted this definitely wasn’t because he was a coward; it was purely because he didn’t want to bicker with this woman.

As a dignified man, how could he be afraid of a woman? That was completely impossible!

Mu Yuchen shook her head and stopped paying attention to Ye Feng, heading to her own room on the second floor.

A bed, a storage cabinet, and a wardrobe—that was her room. A very simple layout. She had slept in this room for three years, but today, for some reason, she felt a sense of loss.

Suddenly, a bold idea sparked in her mind: if she let the little man live in this room too, would she feel less lonely?

After finishing the instant noodles, Ye Feng felt his stomach was slightly more comfortable. The next task was to bathe.

However, while moving his body slightly was fine, any significant movement caused that stinging, burning sensation down below to wash over him again.

After trying a few times, he had no choice but to lie back on the bed, preparing to rest for a while before trying again.

Thinking about how he had actually been looking forward to this kind of thing before, he found it truly laughable.

But this also proved one point: he must have transmigrated with his soul. The scar on the back of his hand must have been something he got when he was a child in this body.

The reason for the similarity might be something like the concept of parallel universes; he couldn’t quite wrap his head around it, but that was likely the general reason.

But what was the use of figuring that out?

His life was a bit of a blur, and he didn’t know what the future held. Was he really going to live a life of eating “soft food” forever?

Ye Feng didn’t dare guarantee how long his so-called male dignity could last. At the very least, he could be certain it would eventually vanish; this world didn’t allow men to live with any dignity—if they did, it only meant they were dead.

He didn’t want to die; at the very least, he hadn’t lived enough yet. But he also didn’t want to bet his everything on one woman, because living like that had too many uncertainties. If that woman didn’t like him anymore, then based on the common sense of this world, she would ruthlessly kick him to the curb. What would happen to him then?

“F*ck, when did I become so sentimental?”

Ye Feng shook his head and decided to try one more time to get up and take a bath. Thinking about it so much served no purpose and just wasted brain cells—it was truly exhausting!

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