Miss Shen ran away after finishing her meal, which angered her short-lived uncle to the point of res

Chapter 274 Unfamiliar, Very Strange

Lin Xiaoyan glanced at Shen Feiwan in the rearview mirror.

The dim streetlights cast dappled shadows on her face through the car window, half of her face hidden in shadow, only her red lips standing out brightly in the night.

Lin Xiaoyan's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice slightly hoarse, "What does Wanwan still remember?"

Shen Feiwan continued to gaze out the window, her fingertips lightly tapping her knee. "Remember, this is the way to your house."

“Hehe,” Lin Xiaoyan chuckled with pleasure, his knuckles tapping lightly on the steering wheel. “I thought you would say you don’t remember anything.” His voice deepened. “You know what? Later, I often came here to stay, and I would always think of you.”

He seemed to be reminiscing about the past, but Shen Feiwan only gave him three words: "I don't know."

He asked her if she knew, and that was her response.

The red light just turned on.

Lin Xiaoyan turned around and stared unabashedly at Shen Feiwan's face. "Wanwan, it's not good for you to keep talking back to me like this. In the long run, it won't be good for our relationship either."

Shen Feiwan finally turned to look at Lin Xiaoyan.

The warm light inside the car made it seem as if shards of ice were floating in her eyes. "My mother has angina, and she could have a flare-up at any time. How can you expect me to be happy, huh?"

There are 30 seconds left on the red light.

Lin Xiaoyan simply unbuckled his seatbelt, turned around, and touched Shen Feiwan's cheek.

His thumb rubbed against the corner of her lips, his brows furrowed slightly. "At least be happy tonight."

Shen Feiwan removed his hand, "Drive carefully."

"Don't worry, Wanwan," Lin Xiaoyan chuckled, hinting at something, "your husband will definitely satisfy you tonight."

Shen Feiwan's lips curled into a smile. "It's not just about driving. I hope you can satisfy me in everything."

"As long as our sex life is harmonious in every way..." Lin Xiaoyan fastened his seatbelt again, his gaze still fixed intently on her, his desire undiminished. "How could a husband disappoint his wife? What do you say?"

Shen Feiwan met his gaze, the neon lights outside the window flickering in her eyes.

A few seconds later, she said calmly, "The light is green."

Lin Xiaoyan then turned around.

With the engine roaring, a confident smile played on his lips as he drove the car into the depths of the night.

-

This white villa in the suburbs was a coming-of-age gift that Lin Xiaoyan gave himself when he turned eighteen, and it is also his most private residence.

Shen Feiwan remembers that she used to love coming here every weekend.

Stepping back in after five years, her gaze swept across the living room—the beige sofa, the wooden coffee table, the lush fiddle-leaf fig tree in front of the French windows, and even the gunmetal gray perpetual motion ornament on the coffee table was still in its old spot.

Lin Xiaoyan stood in the entryway, took her wrist, and asked, "Doesn't this feel familiar? Nothing here has changed. It's still the same as before."

"Really?" Shen Feiwan glanced at the Monstera deliciosa plant by the window, which had grown quite tall, and said calmly, "It feels very unfamiliar to me."

She wasn't trying to provoke Lin Xiaoyan.

Although almost nothing has changed here, she still feels very unfamiliar with the place.

Lin Xiaoyan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, then quickly relaxed. "It's alright."

He softened his voice, "We can gradually get used to it again later."

As he spoke, he suddenly pressed down on Shen Feiwan's shoulder, making her sit on the bench in the entryway.

He himself was half-squatting in front of her.

With one foot higher than the other, Shen Feiwan looked down at Lin Xiaoyan and said, "Don't tell me you still have my slippers."

"No, not at all." Lin Xiaoyan pushed up his glasses, and the next moment his fingers were already on Shen Feiwan's slender ankle.

He slowly and deliberately took off her high heels.

When the second high heel landed.

Lin Xiaoyan suddenly wrapped his arms around Shen Feiwan's back, and with his other hand, he slipped his hand under Shen Feiwan's knees and lifted her up into the air with just the right amount of force.

She whispered in Shen Feiwan's ear, her breath brushing against her earlobe, "No need to change your shoes, I'll carry you upstairs."

Shen Feiwan replied in a flat, perfunctory tone, "Then how tired you must be."

Lin Xiaoyan chuckled softly, carrying her up the stairs, each step bringing her closer to his chest. "How could that be?"

He deliberately wiggled his arm, his nose brushing against her hair. "I have plenty of strength now, you'll see in a moment."