Day n of not wanting to be a kept man's canary

There was a time when her father would blow-dry her hair like this. Back then, her father was always very busy and rarely home, but no matter how busy he was with his work, he would put down his work to blow-dry her hair.

Back then, she was a willful little girl who never liked to blow-dry her hair after taking a bath and would run around with her hair wet.

Her mother could never do anything about her, and at that moment, her father would always put down his work.

Memory flashback.

"Nuan'er, why is your hair wet again? Come here!"

"Nuan'er, girls must take good care of their bodies!"

"Nuan'er, wet hair makes you more susceptible to catching a cold~"

"Our Nuan'er's hair is so beautiful, so black and smooth, it needs to be taken good care of!"

Every word Dad said was so gentle. Whenever this happened, Mom would always watch with a smile, saying, "You spoil her all you want. She'll have to be independent eventually. You can blow-dry her hair for a while, but can you blow-dry it for her for the rest of her life?"

Dad would always proudly say, "Why not? I can spoil my little darling however I want!"

The older brother was unhappy and sulked, "Dad, how can you be so biased? You only blow-dry my sister's hair, I want some too!"

"Go away, you're a grown man, why are you bragging like that!"

Back then, our family was so happy. How could my kind and gentle father have become the devil in their mouths?

She could never believe that her father was that kind of person.

Since her father's accident, she has never dried her hair. Perhaps she doesn't know how, or perhaps drying her hair reminds her of her father and makes her unable to accept the fact that her parents are gone.

She was unwilling to accept it.

When emotions run deep, tears well up at the corners of the eyes and overflow.

"What's wrong? What's this?" Leng Tingye turned off the hairdryer, lifted her chin, and a hint of panic flickered in his deep eyes. "Is the air too hot?"

These words brought her to tears instantly.

Mu Yanxin choked up, her lips trembling as she couldn't speak. She buried her face in the man's arms and hugged his waist tightly.

It felt like hugging her father.

All the grievances welled up in her heart. Today at the Mu family, before that at the Leng family, and before that at the Song family, all the grievances she had felt burst forth with tears at this moment.

Seeing the woman crying so pitifully, Leng Tingye asked, puzzled, "What? Are you feeling wronged?"

It's just a hair dryer, right? If you don't want to, you don't want to, why are you crying so hard?

Women are made of water.

Perhaps seeing her crying so sadly, Leng Tingye couldn't bear to push her away, so he remained standing there, letting her cry in his arms.

A few minutes later, Leng Tingye pushed her away from his arms, "That's enough!"

Mu Yanxin realized that she had cried so uncontrollably that she had lost control of her emotions. Leng Tingye's sharp suit was now soaked with tears and looked a bit wrinkled.

Mu Yanxin awkwardly raised her small face, looking at the man with embarrassed eyes, unable to stop sobbing.

The man's expression was cold and stern as he looked down at her.

He must have been bothered by her getting his clothes dirty.

With red eyes, Mu Yanxin apologized, her hurt still lingering, "Master Ye, I'm sorry I got your clothes dirty!"

Leng Tingye flicked his finger and lifted her chin. "Tell me what happened?"

His deep voice revealed no emotion, yet it was incredibly imposing.

He wasn't upset because his clothes were dirty?

Mu Yanxin's heart tightened. She cried. There must be a reason for crying; you can't just cry for no reason.

No, she can't say it, she can't say anything. He's Lan Feifei's fiancé. If she tells him, he won't let her off the hook.

Mu Yanxin forced a relaxed smile, "It's nothing!"

"Why are you crying?" Leng Tingye was clearly getting impatient.

She looked at his unattainable gaze with fawning eyes, appearing obedient, and said, "It's nothing, I was just so touched that Master Ye was blow-drying my hair, so I cried!"

One second, the woman was in a state of extreme grief; the next second, she was back to her submissive, feigning obedience.

In this respect, she is also quite adept at handling real-world situations.

"Really?" The man seemed skeptical, his face full of doubt.

"Really! Of course it's true!" Mu Yanxin raised her hand, pretending to create hype. "I swear!"

Leng Tingye chuckled. This woman really dared to say and do anything against her conscience.

That's really interesting.

Leng Tingye raised his hand and slapped her hand. "Don't swear anymore, I'm afraid you'll get struck by lightning!"

"Hehe...hehe!"

Feeling exposed, Mu Yanxin gave an awkward laugh, but Leng Tingye didn't ask any more questions and continued to dry her hair with the hairdryer.

It seems Leng Tingye has no intention of asking further questions.

Yes!

Yes!

Mu Yanxin let out a long sigh of relief. The hot air whistled past her ears, and the sound was absolutely delightful.

Since Leng Tingye didn't intend to ask any more questions, he was unusually patient.

Mu Yanxin started thinking again, her eyes darting around, "Master Ye!"

"Ok!"

She kept a close eye on Leng Tingye's facial expressions, and seeing that he didn't seem to mind, she boldly probed, "If someone makes things difficult for me one day, will you help me?"

She needed to take advantage of Leng Tingye's patience and the opportunity she had today to ask him for a promise so that she would have a powerful backer to protect her if she opposed the Mu family in the future.

Although he promised to protect her last time, she was afraid he would only do so once.

I don't know if the hairdryer was too noisy and he didn't hear me, or if he heard me but didn't want to answer; in any case, his words were blown away by the hot air.

Leng Tingye did not speak again until he completely disappeared into the air.

My hair was almost done drying, and the air returned to quiet once the hairdryer stopped making noise, and the air slowly cooled down.

The distance between the two widened again.

It was as if this was all a dream, and after waking up, everything returned to reality.

"Alright!" Leng Tingye left, his expression revealing none of the answers she sought.

What I saw was his cynical attitude.

What was she thinking? What kind of promise was she hoping the man in front of her would make? I found it all rather ridiculous.

When she came out, Leng Tingye was already gone, without even saying goodbye, just like every time before.

That's right, their relationship has always remained at this level, never progressing any further.

Even if there is one, it's only from her perspective.

She didn't turn and go into the bedroom until she saw his car leave, wondering if Mrs. Mu would really keep her word.

Soon, she received a brief, three-second video.

In the video, the lighting is bright, and Song Siwen is lying in bed, looking much cleaner.

Mu Yanxin wanted to take a few more glances, but that was it.

Then another message came in, also from Madam Mu.

Three months