"Finally, some peace."
Lin Feng waved lazily as Hu Liena and the two little workers finished their breakfast.
"Dinner time."
The moment those two words dropped, the atmosphere in the shop—previously suppressed by Qian Daoliu's drama—instantly reignited.
Spirit Kite Douluo lunged for the menu like a starving Spirit Beast who had been held underwater for three days straight.
While swallowing her saliva in gulps, she rattled off a list of dishes at lightning speed, terrified someone else might steal a meal that was hers.
Light Feather Douluo was even simpler.
He ignored all the main dishes, flipped straight to the dessert page, and ordered every item drowning in cream and frosting.
One by one, the others followed suit. The once-tense hall became lively again.
At last, everyone's focus fell on the broken man of the hour—Qian Daoliu.
He slowly raised his head, his voice hoarse and full of despair.
"Five portions."
"…Egg fried rice."
Given his condition, only Posey and egg fried rice still held meaning in his life.
Lin Feng snapped his fingers.
A figure identical to him silently stepped out of his body like a shadow, moving toward the back kitchen without a word.
Even though this wasn't the first time they had seen such miracles, hearts still trembled.
With the clone cooking, the original was finally free.
Lin Feng reclined in his rocking chair and closed his eyes in comfort.
A second later, a pair of soft, lily-white hands gently rested on his shoulders—gentle, skillful, perfectly measured.
Zhu Zhuyun.
Her technique was surprisingly professional; neither too light nor too heavy. The ache in Lin Feng's shoulders dissolved instantly.
A delicate fragrance drifted from her—not perfume, but her natural scent.
This girl… has intentions.
Lin Feng saw right through her.
Every press, every touch carried an intentional hint of flirtation.
Her fingertips brushed his earlobe "by accident."
Her breath ghosted against his neck "unintentionally."
She wasn't treating him as a senior.
She wasn't treating him as a boss.
She was treating him as prey.
Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuyun was very clear about her goal.
This man was her only hope.
What Star Luo Crown Prince?
What Imperial authority?
In front of this senior, all that was worthless.
If she could earn even a trace of his favor, overturning the Dai Family and rewriting the Zhu Family's destiny would no longer be a fantasy.
For this, she was willing to give everything.
Seeing that Lin Feng did not reject her and instead seemed to enjoy it, Zhu Zhuyun's heart leapt with joy. Her courage swelled.
Just then, Lin Feng opened his eyes slightly.
"Have you practiced before?"
Zhu Zhuyun's heart skipped.
Was Senior… satisfied with her "service"?
She lowered her gaze, replying in a soft, pitiful tone.
"N-no… I just saw that Senior was working hard and wanted to ease some of your fatigue."
"I figured it out myself… If the massage isn't good enough, please don't blame me…"
Her voice was so soft that anyone hearing it might melt on the spot.
Lin Feng's lips curved slightly, and he closed his eyes again.
Her methods, in his previous life, were tactics green-tea bitches used and discarded.
But he had to admit—her technique was really good.
"Hm. Not bad."
This sentence nearly made Zhu Zhuyun burst into tears.
It worked!
Senior is satisfied!
Overwhelmed with joy, she massaged even more fervently.
To deepen the "emotional impact," she bit her lip lightly and pressed her entire body against his back.
Lin Feng instantly felt a shocking softness—warm, delicate, distinct even through layers of clothing.
Her heartbeat pounded wildly against him.
Zhu Zhuyun had decided to risk everything.
She leaned close to his ear, her breath soft enough to melt bones.
"As long as Senior likes it… Zhuyun is willing to massage you forever…"
She didn't get to finish the line.
Lin Feng's lazy voice cut in smoothly, as if he were discussing today's weather.
"This month, I'll increase your two—"
He paused to think.
Increase?
Increase what?
Positions?!
Yes! I can do any position!
As long as I can become Senior's woman!
Zhu Zhuyun held her breath, awaiting her future.
Then Lin Feng finished:
"…one hundred points in salary."
Zhu Zhuyun felt an explosion go off in her head.
Her little hands froze mid-motion.
Her years of seduction techniques, her carefully practiced expressions, her suicidal courage, her full-body confession—
All smashed to pieces by "salary increase."
I'm seducing you!
I'm hugging you!
I'm practically saying TAKE ME!
And you think I want… income?
Who wants a raise!?
I want YOU, boss!
Zhu Zhuyun's expression cycled through joy → confusion → shock → hopelessness → emotional death.
"T…thank you, Senior…"
She nearly cried.
Just then—
Outside Feng Ran Pavilion, four figures materialized.
It was Qian Renxue and her group, who had sprinted across the continent overnight.
Azure Luan Douluo and Qian Renxue looked fine—one relied on his strength, the other was carried through the air.
But Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo…
Both were hunched over, hands on their knees, panting like dying bellows.
"This… this is Feng Ran Pavilion?"
Snake Lance Douluo finally caught his breath and looked up—
And froze.
This unheard-of style, the massive transparent glazed wall, the cold-air-generating metal lumps in the corners—
Everything screamed:
"I don't understand it, but it's definitely high-class."
Azure Luan Douluo was just as stunned.
He had only been gone for one night.
Yesterday, this was an antique restaurant.
Today, it looked like something from another world.
If it weren't for Bibi Dong, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and Lin Feng lying in his rocking chair, he would've suspected he came to the wrong dimension.
But Qian Renxue ignored all of it.
She only had eyes for one person.
That old man.
That old man who sat stiffly in his chair, lifelessly waiting for his egg fried rice.
Because of YOU—
I had to run away overnight!
Because of YOU—
I became a wanted bandit overnight!
My decades of undercover work—
All flushed down the toilet because of your messy romantic debts!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Her golden eyes blazed with killing intent.
Qian Renxue strode forward—
Every step radiating MURDER.
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