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Hanzhong City was becoming increasingly hot, yet in the evening, it felt quite comfortable. Jufeng gazed at the staircase on the third floor, his mood as calm as a lake without a ripple.
"What's wrong? Are you not planning to go up?"
Zhao Yani asked slowly, noticing Jufeng had stopped in his tracks.
According to Zhao Yani, the owner of the third floor had already returned, the true master of Youzucheng was back in his home to take charge. However, Jufeng and his companions had been on the second floor and had not seen anyone go up, nor did they know which unusual path the male owner had taken.
Jufeng slightly leaned forward, and his demeanor seemed to change in Zhao Yani's eyes, differing from her impressions over the past few days. She thought it was due to his anticipation of meeting his man, feeling somewhat nervous since she had boasted about him being capable of anything. So she brushed it off.
Making way for Zhao Yani, Jufeng smiled and said, "Sister Zhao, you speak as if the third floor is a place I have longed to visit. Now that it's right before me, how could I miss this opportunity? Yet, seeing my goal so close makes me inexplicably nervous. So I must ask Sister Zhao to lead the way while I hold Yahui's hand for reassurance."
Seeing that Jufeng was not someone who would boast recklessly brought some comfort to Zhao Yani. Her recommendation was made out of respect for Ikeda Masahiro; she genuinely liked Sister Ni and wanted to help Jufeng. Thankfully, he wasn't completely useless; otherwise, Zhao Yani would have felt embarrassed in front of men.
"Look at you! Well then, I'll go ahead; you two follow."
With that, Zhao Yani stepped onto her high heels and gracefully ascended the stairs one step at a time, with Jufeng and Ikeda Masahiro following closely behind, their hands linked. Since this had all been discussed beforehand at home, Ikeda Masahiro did not resist.
Turning around the corner on the third floor led them into a loft-style space. Jufeng paused in surprise before shaking his head with a wry smile; it seemed that Zhao Yani and the man behind her had indeed put considerable thought into this Youzucheng.
The so-called loft was built on the second floor's foundation with a new structure on the third floor, resembling a villa placed atop the second floor. The exterior appeared seamless, but there were distinctions within.
They encountered a door around the corner; it was the entrance to their home.
Zhao Yani pushed the door open and motioned for Jufeng and Ikeda Masahiro to follow. Behind the door lay a two-meter square carpet. With one hand resting against the wall covered in yellow wallpaper, Zhao Yani skillfully slipped off her expensive high heels with practiced ease, like a housewife.
Jufeng seemed to have anticipated this scenario and was not particularly surprised; however, Ikeda Masahiro did not expect that upon returning home, Zhao Yani would behave like a wife.
After changing into slippers, Zhao Yani walked into the room to give Jufeng and Ikeda Masahiro some space. Then she looked at Ikeda Masahiro's unexpected expression and smiled, "Outside I'm a general manager, an artist, a refined noble. But at home, every woman is just a wife. I will support my husband and raise children; I will cook and do housework. These things will become clear once Yahui gets married and matures a bit."
Ikeda Masahiro nodded knowingly; he had already understood what Zhao Yani meant. In England, education for women is paramount; supporting husbands and raising children while managing household chores were skills he possessed—just no man had yet been fortunate enough to enjoy them.
Two people entered the room and sat down in the living room, where a fruit platter and clear water had already been arranged on the table. Zhao Yani was about to head into the study to call her man when, unexpectedly, he came out on his own.
Jufeng and Ikeda Masahiro turned their gazes toward the sound and first saw a wheelchair; looking up from there, they saw a man who was neither in his forties nor fifties.
Ikeda Masahiro was stunned. She watched as Zhao Yani approached the man with a radiant smile of happiness, then walked around to his back and gently pushed the wheelchair. She was truly shocked beyond measure.
There had been moments when she had casually speculated about what kind of remarkable figure could captivate a woman as stunning as Zhao Yani. Was he an underworld giant, a business legend, a political star, or perhaps a titan of the cultural arts?
However, while Ikeda Masahiro thought of his identity, she had never imagined what he looked like or how he would appear. In her subconscious, these were things that did not require contemplation; he must be at least presentable, with sound limbs and a sharp mind—someone normal.
Was a disabled person not considered normal? Ikeda Masahiro certainly did not mean that; she held no disdain for marginalized groups. It was just that she could not have imagined that Zhao Yani's partner would be part of such a group.
Moreover, she loved him so much. From their interactions over the past few days, Ikeda Masahiro had noticed that whenever Zhao Yani mentioned her partner, this goddess would radiate a woman's happiness like she did now. As a woman herself, she understood how intense love could manifest in such an unguarded expression.
Yet, seeing everything in person and realizing how different it was from her imagination was truly hard to believe.
Despite her shock, Ikeda Masahiro maintained her composure and did not let it show on her face. She turned to look at Jufeng, thinking he must have anticipated this. There was not a hint of abnormality in Jufeng's eyes, and Ikeda Masahiro knew he bore no pretense.
Jufeng calmly regarded the man in the wheelchair, his inner peace unchanged since that afternoon. Before him was a familiar face; they had met once before during their time in Su Province when the man had still been able-bodied and had even roared angrily at Jufeng.
But time had passed, and everything had changed. Neither of them could have imagined they would meet again in such a manner.
Zhao Yani gently pushed the wheelchair closer. The man in the wheelchair stared intently at Jufeng, his expression one of genuine surprise. However, after seeing Jufeng's calm demeanor for a moment, he seemed to come to terms with something and relaxed.
"Honey, this is my sister Yahui; this is her boyfriend, Liu Feng," Zhao Yani introduced.
Through this introduction, it became clear whom Zhao Yani valued more. Jufeng was merely here as Ikeda Masahiro's boyfriend—like an accessory.
However, Jufeng did not take it to heart, for he was waiting, waiting to see how the man in the wheelchair would respond.
The man looked at Ikeda Masahiro and smiled, nodding in greeting. Then he shifted his gaze back to Jufeng and unconsciously chuckled.
Zhao Yani felt a pang of anxiety; laughing before the guests without saying a word was not a polite gesture. She thought perhaps her man disliked Jufeng, but since it was their first meeting, they should leave some room for courtesy.
In an attempt to ease the awkwardness, she playfully said to her man, "Honey..."
The man patted Zhao Yani's fair-skinned hand resting on the armrest of the wheelchair, signaling her not to worry, then turned to Jufeng.
"Liu Feng? I didn't hear about Feng Shao changing his name; that's quite unusual. Given your attire, instead of staying along the coast, you’ve come to visit in the northwest. Should I be happy or sad about this?"
(To be continued)
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