Jiang Feng stayed in Ancheng for several days straight.

There’s an old saying: “A brief separation feels like a new marriage.”

He used to think it was a bit of an exaggeration.

But when it actually happened to him, he suddenly realized it didn’t even begin to capture the complex mix of emotions he was feeling.

That morning, just as he was about to leave for Ningcheng, he couldn’t bring himself to move a muscle, acting like a little kid who simply refused to leave home.

Lin Xi smiled without saying a word.

Xiao Hu, on the other hand, was secretly stifling his laughter, too afraid to speak up—or even to let it show in front of Jiang Feng.

Only Ming Yue seemed at a loss for words.

She didn’t bother arguing with him and just grabbed her keys before heading out.

It had been two whole days since she last saw Liu Qingqing, the girl she’d been thinking about nonstop, and Ming Yue was starting to miss her quite a bit.

Lin Xi wanted to go along, but Ming Yue wouldn’t allow it.

So the three of them could only watch as Ming Yue walked out the door.

No sooner had Ming Yue disappeared than Jiang Feng couldn’t sit still any longer. He sprang up from the sofa, clearly ready to follow her right away.

But just then, Lin Xi casually remarked, “Mr. Jiang, I can tell you really do like our Yueyue—you’d probably love to be glued to her every single moment. But you’re a smart man, aren’t you? You know exactly what kind of person she is, what she likes and dislikes, don’t you? Have you forgotten how things got so bad between Yueyue and Fu Qiancheng?”

Her words weren’t loud, but they hit Jiang Feng like a bucket of cold water poured straight over his head.

Instantly, all his urge to chase after her vanished; instead, he slumped back onto the living-room sofa, completely deflated.

Lin Xi poured herself a cup of warm water, then slowly made her way over to the sofa. She handed the cup to Jiang Feng first, then sat down naturally beside him, gave Xiao Hu a quick look, and said earnestly:

“I’m not going to ask you about how you first reunited with Yueyue, or how you ended up together. I’m not going to pry into whatever grudges you might have with Fu Qiancheng, or what your original intentions were when you first got involved with my Yueyue. Those are all things of the past—no point dwelling on them anymore. And besides, I trust Yueyue’s judgment; I trust her values and worldview.

But here’s what I want to advise you now: as the saying goes, ‘Haste makes waste.’ No matter how much you like Yueyue or how much you want to be close to her, you need to know when to stay calm and when to be passionate.

After all, our Yueyue isn’t an ordinary girl. The path she’s walked has been tough, the challenges she’s faced have been numerous, and the obstacles she’s had to overcome have been truly daunting.

Yes, she may like men and do everything other girls do with them—but you can never treat her like just another girl, because she’s not like that at all.

In her world, men may exist, but they should never become a necessity.

If you want to build a lasting relationship with her, you need to work hard to become someone she absolutely can’t live without.

So, Mr. Jiang, do you understand what I’m trying to say?”

She wasn’t in a hurry. She casually took the black tea Xiao Hu had brewed for her and sat down beside Jiang Feng, sipping it slowly.

Jiang Feng also took a couple of sips, clutching the cup tightly in his hands, and only after a long while did he finally nod firmly. “I understand.”

“That’s good to hear. If you do, Xiao Hu and I will head downstairs to pick up some groceries. Oh, and please remember to lock the door behind you when you leave,” Lin Xi said, finishing the tea in her cup and setting it gently on the coffee table in front of Jiang Feng.

End of Chapter 210: Counterattack 137