Yan Man was currently focused on her stir-frying, completely unaware that Bai Jinghong had silently come up behind her.
The next second, Yan Man felt something pressing against her.
“Ah~” Yan Man let out a soft cry, turning her head to look.
She saw Bai Jinghong standing behind her, a handsome smile on his face.
“Jing… Jinghong, there’s a lot of oil smoke in here, you… you should wait in the living room!”
Who knew, Bai Jinghong would instead close the kitchen door behind him.
Seeing this, Yan Man immediately understood Bai Jinghong’s intention.
The next second, she felt a coolness behind her as her skirt was lifted.
Yan Man bit her lip, reached out, and silently turned off the gas stove.
Her hands braced on the edge.
“Sister Yan, don’t mind me. You stir-fry yours, I’ll blanch mine!”
Bai Jinghong reached around Yan Man’s waist, one hand slowly rising, scaling the twin peaks.
“Oh… hah… Jinghong, Fangfang is still at home!”
Yan Man’s breathing immediately became heavier.
Bai Jinghong couldn’t care less about that. Even if she observed, so what?
“Don’t worry about that. Just tell me, are you willing?”
Yan Man didn’t hesitate. She turned directly and hugged Bai Jinghong, engaging in a passionate kiss.
“Jinghong, you can do whatever you want, even here!”
Yan Man’s voice became extremely melting, enough to melt anyone.
Bai Jinghong laughed heartily, directly turning her around.
Then he said again: “Sister Yan, like I said, you stir-fry your dish.”
Yan Man was almost completely compliant. She turned the fire back on, but was half-bent over while stir-frying.
Stir-frying is a process requiring attention; salt, MSG, and other seasonings couldn’t be over-added.
But when Yan Man grabbed the seasonings, her hand shook so much she poured in too much salt.
Besides the hum of the range hood, there were also some low, soft sounds mixed in…
…
Meanwhile, Sister Fang had already come out of the room.
She had changed into a different outfit, looking charming and alluring.
When she reached the living room, she realized neither Yan Man nor Bai Jinghong was there.
But the sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen.
Sister Fang smiled and walked over, wanting to see if she could help with anything.
But just as she neared the door, she suddenly heard low humming and moaning sounds from inside.
She couldn’t help but freeze.
Then she carefully pressed against the door, listening.
The next second, her face flushed crimson, her entire body feeling ignited.
Sister Fang covered her mouth, her eyes wide, finding it unbelievable.
This kind of thing—she knew it instantly from the sound.
And listening to Yan Man’s voice, it seemed very…
Although Sister Fang was married and also a child’s mother.
Her marital life had truly been unsatisfying.
Now, separated by a door, with a “rocking car” in motion inside, how could she remain unmoved?
Unconsciously, Sister Fang’s breathing also grew hot.
Then she raised her hand, two fingers into her mouth, sucked, and slowly… lowered them.
Sister Fang closed her eyes, imagining herself in Yan Man’s role.
And then it was “Listening to the sound of the weeping sea.”
…
Cooking a few dishes ended up taking “cooking” over an hour.
Yan Man plated the food, and Bai Jinghong took on the task of carrying the dishes out.
But just as he stepped out of the kitchen, he slipped.
“Whoa!” Bai Jinghong exclaimed.
Had it not been for Bai Jinghong’s excellent reflexes, he might have truly fallen.
He steadied himself and looked down at the floor.
“Jinghong, what’s wrong?” Yan Man’s voice carried immense satisfaction as she asked softly.
“It’s nothing, just spilled a bit of soup on the floor!”
Bai Jinghong smiled and didn’t expose the truth.
That Sister Fang had been outside the door; how could he not have sensed it?
After Bai Jinghong placed the dishes on the dining table, he called towards the room: “Hey, Sister Fang, time to eat! Are you awake yet?”
His voice had barely faded when Sister Fang slowly emerged.
She had changed clothes again, now appearing somewhat bashful.
“C… coming…”
Sister Fang dared not look at Bai Jinghong, silently taking her seat at the table.
There were five dishes and one soup on the table.
One dish was black and charred—a plate of Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs.
It was also the last dish cooked.
As for why it was burnt, one would have to ask Bai Jinghong.
But Bai Jinghong would only tell you that at that moment, even if someone were defusing a bomb, they might have lost focus.
The three sat at the table, two lost in their own thoughts, their faces flushed red.
While Bai Jinghong acted as if nothing had happened.
He picked up a bite of food and put it in his mouth.
Too salty!
Switched dishes—too sour!
Another one—too bland!
Honestly, Bai Jinghong didn’t blame Yan Man. Special circumstances were understandable.
The saying “one heart cannot serve two masters” was quite apt.
But the two women didn’t seem to taste anything amiss, just eating silently.
The meal ended. Bai Jinghong was full, yet not entirely.
Yan Man was satisfied in every way.
As for Sister Fang, she was satisfied in neither.
After lunch, they shared some tea, and it was time for Bai Jinghong to take his leave.
He took out a card and placed it in Yan Man’s hand: “Sister Yan, spend freely from this card. Whether buying a villa or a plane, you can.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t need it, no polite refusals. Listen to me, keep it. No need to work so hard!”
Yan Man opened her mouth slightly, but ultimately nodded, her eyes filled with love and affection.
“Then I’m off. In six days, I’ll come find you again!”
Yan Man found it slightly puzzling—why emphasize six days?
But only Bai Jinghong knew. Chen Lin had just died. Today counted as day one; six more days would be the seventh day after his death—his soul’s return day.
These folk customs, Bai Jinghong still couldn’t violate.
Though he couldn’t light incense or burn paper money for Chen Lin.
F—ing his M to pay respects was still OK. After all, Bai Jinghong kept his word; he said he’d take care of her, and he would!
Bai Jinghong had also decided—he’d likely encounter more protagonists in the future, but he must remember their dates of death.
On each of those days, he must pay respects.
No mother? Find his wife. No wife? Find his daughter, or sister!
After all, Bai Jinghong was kind!
After bidding farewell to Yan Man, just as Bai Jinghong stepped out the door, Sister Fang came out.
She seemed somewhat embarrassed to look at Bai Jinghong, yet still said: “Jinghong, are… are you free?”
“My… my plumbing is a bit clogged at home. Could you help me clear the drain?”
Bai Jinghong was taken aback. This Sister Fang was pretty wild, using such suggestive words!
But Bai Jinghong truly wasn’t in the mood right now.
His eyes were perfectly clear, his heart as pure as a Buddha’s.
“Madam, please have some self-respect. I’m not the kind of person you think I am!”
“Goodbye!”
Bai Jinghong waved his hand and went straight downstairs.
Dammit, speaking righteously when you’re full feels awesome!
Sister Fang looked confused: “Huh? Self-respect? My house is just downstairs, could you just help? Sigh…”
In reality, it wasn’t what Bai Jinghong thought.
Just that Sister Fang’s innuendo wasn’t fast enough.
Bai Jinghong was already drifting through the drainage ditch in Natsuki’s AE86, and she was still figuring out if the car had push-button start.
Leaving Golden Radiance Residential Area, Bai Jinghong felt good.
Only it was hard on Ah Kun, who had been waiting in the area for him.
Once Bai Jinghong got in the car, Ah Kun immediately reported: “Young Master, the search team sent another message!”
“Hmm? Let’s hear it.”
“They found Gu Tianming’s clothes, but not the man. Looks like he really is still alive.”
“Or someone saved him.”
Bai Jinghong thought for a moment. Being rescued was highly likely.
After all, he was the protagonist. Even floating on the water’s surface, a fishing boat would conveniently pass by.
“Ah Kun, send people to check some fish farms and individual fishing households within a fifty-kilometer radius.”
“If we’re lucky, we might pick up some information!”
Ah Kun immediately understood: “Alright, I’ll contact our people to act now!”
In fact, Bai Jinghong’s deduction wasn’t wrong. Gu Tianming had already passed out by the time he hit the sea.
His body was swept away by the waves, drifting far, and was rescued by a fishing household.
