178: Whoever marries Aunt Yiyun will be blessed for eight lifetimes!

Especially Jiang Feng's undisguised admiration made Zheng Yiyun feel as if she had returned to her youth.

She secretly glanced at Jiang Feng, seeing him still smiling at her......

His gaze was direct and fervent, like the scorching midday sun in midsummer, without any hidden intentions, falling openly on her face.

It made her quickly lower her head to continue drinking her porridge, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, and even the savory aroma of the preserved egg in the porridge seemed to become richer.

She had thought there wasn't enough salt when she was drinking it just now......

Zheng Yiyun's fingertips gently caressed the rim of the bowl; the bone china bowl was smooth and cool, but it couldn't compare to the warmth in her heart, which was sweet like honey.

After so many years of widowhood, she had long grown accustomed to others' sympathetic or indifferent gazes.

No one had ever shown such direct admiration on their face like Jiang Feng......

This young man, more than ten years her junior, was like a small sun, forcefully entering her quiet life and warming up all those gloomy days.

Even though her rationality repeatedly reminded her that they were in a senior-junior relationship, and such a flutter in her heart was out of line......

She couldn't help but secretly draw closer to this warmth, like a small cat craving heat.

The two quickly finished breakfast.

Jiang Feng stood up, stretched, and deliberately raised his arms over his head; his white T-shirt rode up, revealing the firm, strong lines of his abdominal muscles and his magnificent Great Wall.

Zheng Yiyun's gaze inadvertently swept over that section of his abs; her heart skipped a beat instantly, as if something had violently struck her, and the spoon in her hand almost dropped onto the table......

She quickly averted her eyes, her fingertips tightly gripping the tablecloth, even her earlobes turning crimson.

Her movements were a little flustered as she got up to clear the dishes:

"I'll wash the dishes...... You hurry up and get ready, it's time to leave......"

Her voice held a faint, almost imperceptible tremor, and her steps were a little unsteady—the soreness from last night's repeated exertions was subtly resurfacing at this moment......

Especially her waist and legs; the slightest movement caused a soft ache.

Zheng Yiyun didn't dare to look at Jiang Feng again; that one glance had instantly brought back the scenes from last night: hot palms, strong arms, warm breaths in her ear, and the Datong automobile......

Those memories surged like a rising tide, bringing with them an overwhelming heat.

Her cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg, and her breathing became rapid; she could only use busyness to hide her panic.

She quickly walked towards the kitchen with the dishes, the hem of her light purple silk nightgown brushing her ankles, leaving a slightly ticklish sensation.

As she passed the living room, she specifically glanced towards the second floor; thankfully, Zhang Qingning's room was quiet.

Otherwise, if that child saw her in this state, she truly wouldn't know how to explain......

Jiang Feng watched her flustered back, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepening.

He leaned against the dining table, arms crossed, slowly watching Zheng Yiyun busy herself in the kitchen:

She was wearing a beige apron, which had a cute little rabbit gnawing on a carrot printed on it.

The apron strings were tied in a bow behind her back, making her already slender waist even more defined, while her hips appeared especially full and round due to the bending motion of washing dishes.

Every movement of her hands and every turn exuded the unique languid charm of a mature woman, more captivating than those deliberately alluring young girls......

He deliberately cleared his throat, his voice carrying a hint of casual teasing:

"Auntie Yi Yun, if you can't finish the dishes, I can wash them when I get back, don't overexert yourself......"

Jiang Feng's words seemed caring but were actually deliberate teasing.

He knew Zheng Yiyun would definitely refuse, and he also knew she would become even more flustered by this 'concern'.

Sure enough, the figure at the kitchen door trembled, followed by her scolding voice:

"You don't need to worry about it...... Hurry up and change your clothes!"

Her tone was full of feigned firmness and embarrassment, even her voice trembling at the end.

Listening to that trembling tone, Jiang Feng couldn't help but chuckle softly, thinking this auntie was getting cuter and cuter; she was clearly panicking but insisted on putting on a serious front.

Jiang Feng returned to his room and changed his clothes......

A simple white T-shirt paired with jeans, and ordinary canvas shoes on his feet.

He looked like a college student fresh out of school, clean and refreshed, without any airs of a rich person.

Yet, he exuded a unique youthful charm, and coupled with his handsome face, sharp brows and bright eyes, and a high nose bridge, he was even more ruggedly handsome than those deliberately styled young idols......

Although the interview was a formal occasion, to be honest, Jiang Feng really disliked wearing suits and shirts.

The weather in Yangcheng was already hot like a steamer; suit fabric wasn't breathable, ties constricted his neck uncomfortably, and after wearing them all day, he'd be covered in sweat, making it pure suffering.

So he simply followed his own preference, prioritizing his comfort; after all, with his future potential, even if he wore slippers to meet someone, they wouldn't dare to say anything.

When he came out, Zheng Yiyun had already finished clearing the dishes......

The kitchen was spotless, with no water stains in the sink, and the stovetop was so shiny it reflected his image.

Even the porridge stains that had splashed on the counter were wiped clean.

Even the dish cabinet had been reorganized, with plates and bowls neatly arranged......

What a virtuous and gentle wife!

Whoever marries Auntie Yi Yun has truly accumulated blessings for eight lifetimes!

Oh, you're saying Auntie Yi Yun belongs to me now?

Never mind then......

Zheng Yiyun saw Jiang Feng and frowned slightly, like a mother seeing her child go to school without tidying his backpack.

Her tone held a mix of playful scolding and indulgence:

"Your clothes are a bit crooked, and your hair is messy...... Why do you look like a child who just woke up......"

She walked over and reached out to help Jiang Feng straighten his collar, her fingertips gently brushing his neck.

There were still faint red marks from last night, mostly hidden by his collar, barely noticeable unless one looked closely......

Her fingers were slender and fair, her nails neatly trimmed and rounded, still carrying water from washing dishes.

The cool touch on Jiang Feng's neck sent a shiver through him.

She gently straightened Jiang Feng's crooked collar and meticulously smoothed out the wrinkles in the fabric.

Jiang Feng let her fuss over him, even deliberately crouching slightly so she wouldn't have to stand on her tiptoes to reach him.

The faint scent of gardenias lingered around his nose, and his heart felt incredibly soft......

This was the life he wanted: a gentle woman waiting for him at home, cooking for him, tidying his clothes for him......

Jiang Feng closed his eyes, savoring this rare warmth.

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