Even though he understood the reason, he couldn’t find any words to ease the somewhat awkward atmosphere.

"If it really doesn’t suit your taste, don’t force yourself. I’ll have it changed." he said softly, knowing deep down that it wasn’t really about the breakfast not being palatable. It was more about him not knowing what to say to make the atmosphere more natural.

Feng Jinglei suddenly looked up, "No need, I didn’t say it doesn’t suit my taste, it’s just that my body is a bit sore, so I feel a bit uncom—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was stunned.

She originally planned to find an excuse to mask her current absent-mindedness, but as soon as she spoke, even she was surprised.

Actually mentioning soreness, wasn’t this deliberately bringing up last night’s events?

Her voice halted abruptly, and at that moment, she just wanted to crawl under the dining table and never come out again!

Stammering for a while, her cheeks turned even redder.

"I—I mean, my body aches, so... so..."

"You don’t need to say more." he interrupted her.

Knowing that if they continued, things would only become more chaotic, and the atmosphere would grow even more awkward.

As soon as he spoke, Feng Jinglei indeed stopped talking, bowing her head even lower.

She knew well that after last night’s events, there was no way she could interact with him nonchalantly.

"Um, I... want to return to Jingcheng."

"Alright."

His quick agreement surprised her, and she looked up at him.

But in the next moment, Qin Feimo continued eating breakfast, talking while he ate, "Tomorrow, after settling things here, we’ll go back together."

"..." Her hope was dashed.

He agreed so readily because he planned to handle things here and return tomorrow.

But not her; she couldn’t stay in the same room with him, which is why she wanted to return to Jingcheng.

Anyway, Chen Feng has already come, and she really had nothing to do here. As for accompanying him for work, it seemed unnecessary now.

Thinking of this, Feng Jinglei suddenly remembered the bet between him and Fu Chenghao from yesterday.

So what was the result? Did he win?

She looked up again at Qin Feimo, wanting to ask but fearing the answer.

What if he lost? Would she inexplicably become Fu Chenghao’s person?

No, he’s nobody to her and has no right to use her as a bet, so it’s better not to ask, treating their bet as having nothing to do with her whatsoever.

With this thought, Feng Jinglei pursed her lips, preparing to eat as if nothing had happened. But her gaze inadvertently caught sight of his hand wrapped in bandages.

What’s wrong with his hand?

"Is your hand alright?"

The sudden concern made Qin Feimo pause, his dining actions coming to a halt.

"It’s fine."

After drinking some porridge, he put down the bowl and spoon, intending to use chopsticks to pick up a dumpling. But because the injured part of his right hand was between the thumb and index finger, as soon as he was about to use the chopsticks, sudden pain made him furrow his brow and a chopstick inadvertently slipped from his fingers.

Feng Jinglei also looked up, glancing at this scene.

To Qin Feimo, this might be an embarrassing situation. Realizing he might not be able to use chopsticks for the time being, he decided not to eat dumplings and just drink porridge.

Just as he was about to pick up the spoon from the bowl again, the person opposite him picked up a dumpling and handed it to him.

He paused, looking up at her.

Feeling his gaze, Feng Jinglei also felt a bit uncomfortable.