He had been sitting on the sofa, and when he heard the sound at the door, he turned his eyes toward the entryway with a hint of inexplicable expectation.

In no time, Zhuang Yanyan and Feng Jinglei walked into the living room, surrounded by servants.

At a glance she caught sight of her eldest grandson, and Zhuang Yanyan smiled in mild surprise. "Mo, you don’t have any social engagements to attend today?"

Although it was the weekend, Zhuang Yanyan knew very well that in order to keep his father’s hard‑built M Group running, her grandson often had to go out for business dinners even on weekends. But as M Group grew stronger day by day, his need to go out and socialize had become much less than before.

This was probably what people meant by heaven never lets down the hardworking: the effort you pour in will be repaid in kind.

As Zhuang Yanyan spoke, Qin Feimo’s gaze moved back from Feng Jinglei’s face, and he answered with a faint, single syllable, "Mm."

Zhuang Yanyan’s brows curved as she beamed, walking toward the sofa. She sat down beside her beloved grandson, then waved at Feng Jinglei as well. "Jinglei, come sit!"

When she came in, Feng Jinglei’s gaze had run straight into Qin Feimo’s. Seeing Zhuang Yanyan point at the spot on the other side of him, she couldn’t help freezing for a moment, but in the end she went to sit down on a single armchair instead.

Seeing her deliberately do that, Zhuang Yanyan didn’t say anything, knowing she was feeling shy.

"Mo, Jinglei picked out a piece of clothing for you. See if you like it!"

As she spoke, she took the paper bag still hanging from Feng Jinglei’s hand. Inside was a soft, comfortable dark gray turtleneck sweater.

The sudden words made Qin Feimo’s expression pause for a moment.

Because in the past three years, this was the first time he’d heard that Feng Jinglei had given him a gift.

His dark eyes flicked to the paper bag that Zhuang Yanyan had taken, then to Feng Jinglei.

When Feng Jinglei met his deep gaze, she lowered her head in guilt.

Although she had chosen the sweater, it was Grandma Qin who had paid for it, so it didn’t really count as a gift from her.

"Take a look, do you like it?"

Zhuang Yanyan shoved the item into his hands. Qin Feimo lowered his eyes and glanced at the dark gray sweater in the bag.

He did rarely wear sweaters, but it wasn’t as if he never wore them.

Inside, something stirred for an instant, but quickly stilled again.

"Mm."

He only glanced at it and didn’t even take the sweater out to look; Qin Feimo merely gave a light "mm," with no other reaction. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Zhuang Yanyan’s expression stalled, then she frowned at him, clearly displeased with his cold response.

It was a gift for him, after all, and he couldn’t even manage a basic "thank you"!

Feng Jinglei also raised her head. Catching the faint look on his face, she thought to herself that he probably really didn’t like sweaters.

"It’s still something she picked out for you. How can you not even say thank you?" Zhuang Yanyan said in dissatisfaction, giving him a sideways look.

At her words, Qin Feimo lifted his eyes and met Feng Jinglei’s slightly stunned gaze, realizing that his reaction had indeed been a bit too indifferent.

"Thank you."

He suddenly thanked her, which made Feng Jinglei freeze for a moment. A few seconds later she came back to herself and felt unworthy of that "thank you." "You don’t have to."

It wasn’t like she’d actually bought it.

Watching the two of them face each other, Zhuang Yanyan tactfully spoke with a smile, "You two talk. I’ll go upstairs and see if your grandpa likes the clothes I bought for him!"

With that, she hurriedly darted upstairs!

In the spacious, luxurious living room, in an instant there were only the two of them left besides the servants.

Ever since they came back from the Western Suburbs, after that incident, and after she turned down Grandpa Qin’s decision about their marriage, Feng Jinglei had felt that this vague relationship between her and him seemed even more unfamiliar than before.