9: Unclogging pipes
"Aunt Zheng Yiyun, what's wrong? I'm still awake, you can come in, the door isn't locked."
Jiang Feng came back to his senses and looked towards the door.
Why is Auntie coming to my room so late? Could it be.....
"Xiao Feng...."
The door was slowly pushed open, and Zheng Yiyun walked in.
She had just finished showering, wearing a loose bathrobe, her hair wet and draped over her shoulders, water droplets sliding down the ends of her hair and dripping onto the white bathrobe.
Zheng Yiyun's figure was excellent, her graceful curves faintly visible beneath the bathrobe.
Her cheeks were faintly flushed from just showering, like the evening glow in the sky, beautiful enough to stir one's heart.
"Aunt Zheng Yiyun, what's the matter?"
Jiang Feng was slightly stunned when he saw Zheng Yiyun's appearance, then a look of concern appeared on his face.
Is this how you test a cadre?
Which cadre could withstand such a test?
"I... when I was showering just now, the drain seemed to be clogged, and the water in the bathroom wouldn't go down. When I tried to check it, I even fell and twisted my ankle..."
Zheng Yiyun lowered her head slightly, her hands unconsciously tugging at the corner of her bathrobe, a little shy:
"Xiao Feng, can you help me see what's clogging it?"
Her voice carried a hint of grievance and helplessness, making one feel pity.
"Ding!"
"At nineteen, you were a simp, ignoring Zheng Yiyun who had always taken care of you. Selfish, you rarely returned to this home after work. Because there was no man in the house, Zheng Yiyun often had to do many things herself."
"Task Content: Treat Zheng Yiyun's foot, unclog the bathroom pipe."
"Task Reward: 4000RMB"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng's face immediately showed an anxious expression:
"Twisted your ankle? Let me see."
Saying that, he directly squatted down, wanting to check Zheng Yiyun's foot.
Zheng Yiyun didn't expect Jiang Feng to suddenly squat down, and her face immediately flushed so red it looked like it could drip blood, like a ripe apple, vibrant and tempting.
Why is Xiao Feng like this...?
She subconsciously wanted to pull her foot back but stopped due to the pain from her foot.
Her face was red to her ears, and she whispered:
"This... this is too embarrassing."
Jiang Feng ignored Zheng Yiyun's shyness. He carefully lifted Zheng Yiyun's foot and examined it closely.
He saw that the fair foot was already slightly red and swollen.
Turning the sole of her foot over, there were even blisters.
"It's already red, we need to apply a cold compress quickly, or it will swell up tomorrow!"
He frowned slightly, feeling a little distressed.
After speaking, Jiang Feng stood up directly, gently picked up Zheng Yiyun in his arms, and placed her on his bed.
Zheng Yiyun didn't expect Jiang Feng to suddenly hug her, and she was so startled she almost cried out.
Her face was completely red, and she exclaimed shyly:
"Ah, what are you doing ~"
"Aunt Zheng Yiyun, don't run around anymore. I'll go to the kitchen to get some ice for you to apply."
Jiang Feng, however, had a serious and righteous expression, his tone firm and gentle, which made a warm current surge in Zheng Yiyun's heart.
"Okay ~"
Zheng Yiyun's face was red, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, with a hint of shyness.
Xiao Feng is so pure; it was me who thought wrong.
Jiang Feng quickly walked to the kitchen, took out some ice cubes from the refrigerator, and put them into a plastic bag.
Then he went to the living room, rummaging through cabinets to find a needle and disinfectant.
After doing all this, he hurried back to the room.
Jiang Feng sat on the edge of the bed, gently placed Zheng Yiyun's foot on his lap, and then began to apply a cold compress and gently massage it.
And he used a sterilized needle to prick the blisters on the sole of her foot.
His movements were very gentle, as if he were treating a precious treasure.
Perhaps because she had just showered, Zheng Yiyun's little feet had no strange odor; instead, they smelled fragrant.
An ambiguous atmosphere filled the room.
Zheng Yiyun's face grew redder and redder, and her skin became hotter and hotter.
She was actually being touched by her best friend's son....
Zheng Yiyun could feel the warmth of Jiang Feng's palm transmitting through her skin to her foot, causing her heart to beat uncontrollably faster.
"Aunt Zheng Yiyun, if anything happens at home in the future, don't try to handle it yourself. I'm the only man in the house, just call me."
Jiang Feng said softly while massaging.
Zheng Yiyun was deeply moved upon hearing this.
Ever since her husband passed away, she had been supporting this family alone, and had never felt such solid care and reliance.
She raised her head slightly, looked at Jiang Feng, her eyes shimmering with tears, and softly said, "En!"
The two suddenly fell silent, an ambiguous atmosphere pervading between them, and they both felt a sweet sensation.
Half an hour later, Jiang Feng looked at Zheng Yiyun's foot, which was significantly less swollen, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Alright, you'll need to continue cold compresses tomorrow morning, and after 48 hours, apply heat and some safflower oil. It should be fine. If it's still not good, then we'll go to the Hospital to see a doctor. Auntie, don't go see my mom tomorrow, I'll go, you rest."
His tone was full of concern and thoughtfulness.
Amidst Zheng Yiyun's surprised cry, Jiang Feng gently picked her up and headed to Zheng Yiyun's room.
"Aunt Zheng Yiyun, I'll carry you back to your room first."
Jiang Feng looked straight ahead, appearing like a true gentleman, but in reality, he had been observing meticulously for half an hour while massaging.
"Mm ~ Thank you for your hard work."
If only Xiao Feng wasn't my best friend's son...
Zheng Yiyun lowered her head shyly, appearing like a young girl in love, but in fact, she kept secretly glancing at Jiang Feng's handsome face along the way, perfectly embodying what it means to be a young married woman.
Upon returning to Zheng Yiyun's room, Jiang Feng carefully placed her on the bed:
"Aunt Zheng Yiyun, you rest first. I'll go to the bathroom to see what's clogged."
Jiang Feng walked into the bathroom and found that the drain was clogged with hair.
He squatted down, opened the drain cover, and used his hand to gradually clear out the hair inside.
A faint scent of shampoo, mixed with Zheng Yiyun's body fragrance, permeated the bathroom.
"Ding! Task completed."
"Task Content: Treat Zheng Yiyun's foot, unclog the bathroom pipe."
"Task Reward: 4000RMB"
After clearing the drain, Jiang Feng walked out of the bathroom.
"Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Feng."
He looked in the direction of the bed, following her voice. The bath towel was already neatly placed at the head of the bed.
Zheng Yiyun was covered by the quilt, her pretty face flushed crimson, vibrant and tempting, like a blooming peach blossom.
Jiang Feng looked at Zheng Yiyun's appearance, and his mind couldn't help but wander.
Ah, this.