Peng Fei watched his hands being painted with layer after layer of nail polish, becoming soft and pink, and then sculpted into cute little pigs. It was like a whole new world opening up to him.
So this was how people played with their nails? A grown man could even…
He felt a sense of resistance, but seeing Zhan Jingchun next to him seem to be enjoying it, with a cute rabbit painted on her hand, she couldn't help but share it with him, lifting her hand and asking if it looked good. Peng Fei didn't want to say much more.
As long as she was happy, as long as she was willing to smile, let alone painting on his hands, he wouldn't mind even if she painted on his face.
After more than an hour of getting their nails done, Peng Fei wondered if the nanny and the others were getting anxious. As they exited the shop, Peng Fei grabbed Zhan Jingchun's hand, wanting her to walk faster. Zhan Jingchun asked him why he was in such a hurry.
“The butler and the nanny…”
“I already messaged them to go back. Did you think I was like you, so clumsy?”
So that was it. Peng Fei was relieved.
“Then walk slowly. Is there anything else you want to shop for? We can continue browsing.”
Zhan Jingchun loved his unconditional indulgence, and her lips curved upwards unconsciously.
The two of them headed towards the fourth floor.
The fourth floor was lined with well-known restaurant chains, each separated by glass doors, with shops dozens of square meters in size, all packed with customers.
Seeing everyone eating, drinking, and chatting happily, Zhan Jingchun felt her stomach rumble.
“Are you hungry? Let’s eat together.”
Peng Fei had happily forgotten about Xiang Siyuan and the others.
Eating with Chun Chun, he felt as if he was living his dream!
“Okay, what do you want to eat?”
Zhan Jingchun looked around and chose a hot pot restaurant.
“Hot pot is perfect for winter. Let’s have this.”
The two of them chose a corner seat, ordered a Yin Yang pot base and side dishes, and the waiter gave them two aprons.
Zhan Jingchun was wearing black clothes and didn't bother to tie her apron. But Peng Fei's sweater was light blue, and it would be bad if oil splattered on it, so she told him to put on his apron.
Peng Fei was a little flustered. “Am I going to do something? Why do I need to wear an apron?”
In his impression, only chefs needed to wear them.
Remembering that this was his first time in such a place, Zhan Jingchun couldn't help but laugh.
Too lazy to explain, she got up, put the apron around his neck, and then kindly tied the strings around his waist.
“Just put it on if I tell you to. Aren’t others doing the same? This way, oil won’t splash on you, you silly. Don’t worry, right now you are a customer, a VIP, you don’t have to do anything.”
Peng Fei realized that eating could be done like this.
Zhan Jingchun's fingers brushed past his chin and down to his waist. Although they didn't directly touch his skin, the slight slide of her fingers on his clothes made him feel incredibly happy.
After Zhan Jingchun finished tying his apron and sat back down opposite him, Peng Fei felt dizzy just looking at her.
He hadn't even had a drink yet, but he was already overwhelmed with happiness.
Soon, the side dishes were brought over.
The two of them didn’t want the waiter to serve them, so Zhan Jingchun asked Peng Fei to put the ingredients in.
Peng Fei stood up and was a bit too hasty. Some soup splashed onto his arm from the pot.
He didn’t cry out in pain, just frowned slightly, and then proceeded to add the second dish.
Zhan Jingchun saw it clearly and couldn't help but scold him.
“What’s wrong with you? The soup splashed on you, and you acted like you didn’t see it? Doesn’t it hurt?”
Peng Fei dumped all the ingredients in and casually wiped his arm with a tissue.
“It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt. You know I have thick skin. This little bit of oil is nothing to me.”
Although he said it indifferently, Zhan Jingchun felt a pang of sadness.
It was as if he had accepted that he was born inferior and could be treated however anyone pleased.
“Nonsense, don’t say that again from now on.”
Seeing her face fall, Peng Fei was startled, thinking he had said something wrong.
“Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry…”
“You did. You’re not allowed to say you’re of low status. If you are of low status, then what am I? I am a Zhan family member, am I also low status with you?”
Peng Fei realized he had inadvertently hurt her and quickly apologized.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean you…”
“It’s not allowed even if you say it about yourself. You’re not allowed to say it again. Everyone is born equal. You haven’t eaten anyone’s food, drunk anyone’s wine, or stolen from anyone. Why should you be considered inferior to others?”
Peng Fei finally realized that she wasn't upset about being hurt, but rather that she was defending him.
A warm current rushed to his forehead, and he almost teared up.
“Okay, from now on, besides you, no one can say I’m of low status. I won’t say it myself either.”
The meal was very enjoyable.
Zhan Jingchun had a good appetite, and Peng Fei helped her scoop many dishes.
Although they didn't talk much, seeing her enjoy her meal gave Peng Fei a sense of accomplishment.
After they finished eating and left, it was already dark.
They didn't check the time and just walked aimlessly on the street.
Many young people returning from work rode shared electric bikes and bicycles, weaving through the non-motorized lanes.
Watching their free and easy silhouettes, Zhan Jingchun suddenly said.
“Let’s ride shared bikes back. I’ve never ridden one before. I wanted to try before, but the drivers always refused, making it seem like I didn’t know how to ride. They don’t know I’m a great rider; I used to play around in the villa courtyard and ride really smoothly.”
Peng Fei had no objections, but he didn't know how to use shared bikes.
Led by Zhan Jingchun, who taught him hand-in-hand, they set off.
Although it was winter, it didn’t snow in Nancheng. The weather was also very cooperative that evening, with no wind.
They didn't ride fast, enjoying the leisurely ride. By the time they arrived home, it was almost nine o’clock.
They parked the bikes outside the villa and walked back.
After walking only a few dozen meters, they saw the nanny pacing anxiously.
Seeing them finally return, the nanny rushed towards them with a look of joy.
“Chun Chun, Little Peng, you’re finally back!”
“What’s wrong, Auntie? Did something happen?”
“No, no, it’s just… Chun Chun, you haven’t been out this late for a long time, I was worried… Little Peng, didn’t you prepare food for the children when you left? They must be starving. When I came over, I heard a group of people gathered behind the main gate, shouting.”
Peng Fei slapped his forehead, finally remembering the pack of wild cubs at home.
“Miss Chun… Chun, since you’re safely back, I’ll be going. I forgot to prepare food for them, I need to go back and cook.”
Saying that, he bolted. Zhan Jingchun called out to him.
“Wait!”
“Is there something else?”
“Auntie has the key. Go in through the door, don’t climb over the wall. Your hand injury hasn’t healed yet, and if you use too much force, it’ll split open again.”
The auntie quickly said, “I’ll give you the key in a moment, and you can return it later. What’s the point of climbing over the wall all the time? If they learn from you over time, it won’t be good either.”
Peng Fei thought it made sense and went back with them to open the door.
Hearing the sound, a group of cubs rushed out like a swarm.