Chapter 28: The Hidden Big Shots at Jiang Feng’s Shop! A Visit from Jiang Feng, Rong Shuang Wants to Confess Her Feelings!
When Rong Shuang saw Jiang Feng’s message, her heartbeat quickened.
Being suddenly cared for by someone she liked, what a wonderful surprise!
She hurriedly replied: “I’m okay. How did you know?”
Jiang Feng: “Youyou told me.”
Jiang Feng: “Is someone taking care of you? I can close the shop at noon and bring you food. I’ll be there by 1 p.m.”
Rong Shuang was flustered. “Won’t that trouble you?”
“My roommate is home. She can look after me.”
She desperately wanted to see him.
The last time she’d felt this urgency was as a child, longing for her mother.
But she couldn’t bear to make Jiang Feng juggle his shop and a trip just for her.
Suppressing her hope, she assured him she had help.
Jiang Feng replied: “Want some buns and congee? I can drop them off.”
“I’m heading out this afternoon anyway, it won’t take extra time.”
Rong Shuang clutched her phone, her face a mix of hesitation and longing.
Finally, she bit her lip and typed:
“If it’s no trouble… then yes, please.”
“Green Shade Community, Building 7, 4th Floor, Unit 402.”
Jiang Feng: “Got it. Wait for me. Should I bring some for your roommate too?”
Rong Shuang: “Better bring extra. If she watches me eat without getting any, she might murder me for the food.”
Jiang Feng: “That bad?”
Rong Shuang: “Your cooking is that good. Yes.”
Jiang Feng: *”30 buns and 3 bowls of congee, then? Which kind, eight-treasure or seafood?”*
Rong Shuang: “Can I… have both?”
Jiang Feng: “Sure. I’ll bring 6 bowls.”
“I’ll pack up now. Rest well.”
After the chat, Jiang Feng set his phone aside and focused on work.
He wasn’t particularly excited, this was just a gesture of gratitude.
If Cui Hao were sick, he’d do the same.
Meanwhile, Rong Shuang dashed to Tang Hemei’s room, cheeks flushed.
“Get up! Clean the apartment!”
Tang Hemei, hair wild like a martial arts villainess, blinked. “Why?”
“Jiang Feng is coming!”
Tang Hemei bolted upright. “Is he bringing food?!”
“Then we must impress him!”
Their home wasn’t messy, but they tidied up anyway.
Rong Shuang even applied light makeup despite her fever, appearances mattered when meeting the man she loved.
And Jiang Feng’s willingness to visit? It made her heart race.
Maybe… today was the day to confess?
By 10:30 a.m., they were ready.
Tang Hemei, still sporting bedhead, sat cross-legged on the sofa, curious.
Just how handsome was this guy to enchant Rong Shuang so completely?
At 11:30 a.m., Jiang Feng opened the shop as usual.
Business kept booming, more customers every day.
But trouble arrived in the form of a reseller: a woman in her 20s tried to buy 200 buns and 20 congees at once.
He had a rule: No bulk sales to resellers.
Even if the profit was the same, his regulars, who waited patiently, deserved their fair share.
The woman sneered. “You have to sell to me. That’s the law.”
Before Jiang Feng could respond, his elderly customers erupted.
A silver-haired man stepped forward. “I’m a retired partner from Honghe Law Firm. Economic law guarantees trade freedom, he can refuse you.”
A grandmother added, “Resellers like you ruin it for the rest of us!”
Another man crossed his arms. “Want to report him? Go ahead. I retired as Director of the Commerce Bureau two years ago.”
A burly uncle cracked his knuckles. “My son runs the martial arts studio down the street. Leave. Now.”
Jiang Feng was stunned.
His sweet regulars were… legal experts, ex-officials, and martial arts family?!
A humble bun shop guarded by these people?!
The crowd then turned to Jiang Feng with admiration.
“You did right, Boss Jiang!”
“Profit isn’t everything, principles matter!”
One granny even winked. “My niece saw photos of you and Youyou. She’d love to meet you!”
By 12:30 p.m., Jiang Feng sold out and closed shop.
After cleaning, he packed the food, hailed a taxi, and stopped by a pharmacy for cold medicine.
At Green Shade Community, the guard eyed Jiang Feng. “Here for?”
The old man waved him in.
Jiang Feng found Unit 402 and knocked.
The door swung open, a wave of jasmine perfume.
Rong Shuang smiled, her face glowing despite her fever. “You’re here! Come in!”
Jiang Feng handed her the bags. “Brought medicine too.”
Rong Shuang bit her lip, touched. “Thank you.”
Many had given her gifts, but his meant the world.
Tang Hemei burst out. “FOOD?!”
She barely glanced at Jiang Feng (though she noted his impressive looks) before zeroing in on the bags.
After introductions, they ate at the table, Rong Shuang sitting strategically far to avoid spreading germs.
Twenty minutes later:
Tang Hemei lay comatose on the sofa, stuffed but still craving more.
Rong Shuang, despite her illness, devoured 6 buns and 2 congees.
Jiang Feng cleaned up. “Rest well. I’ll head out.”
“I’ll pick up Youyou today.”
Rong Shuang hesitated, then asked softly: “Can I come with you?”
“The fresh air might help… And I could rest at the shop until evening.”
(Translation: She didn’t want to let him go.)
Jiang Feng considered it. “Alright. Get ready.”