Chapter 1239: Nervous—huffing—huffing— The exceptionally intense battle finally came to a圆满 close under the forceful final assault from Lu Yun. Liu Fengyi leaned softly against a tree trunk, her rosy cheeks flushed with the characteristic glow of having reached her peak state, breathing lightly and gazing at Lu Yun, as though her strength had been completely drained by him. After tidying up the battlefield, Lu Yun noticed Liu Fengyi staring at him in a dazed manner, and smiled gently. "Fengyi sister, what are you looking at? Not satisfied yet?" Liu Fengyi shook her head, still only able to breathe, saying nothing, simply gazing at Lu Yun. Lu Yun furrowed his brows slightly, then chuckled. "Then you must be enchanted by my handsome, graceful, and charming presence—fallen into a little romantic infatuation..." "Pfft. Self-important." Hearing Lu Yun's self-absorbed words, Liu Fengyi finally spoke, but after a soft scolding, a blush crept across her face. "I've been wondering all along—why didn't you come into this world ten or twenty years earlier? Why did I arrive so much earlier than you? Why did it take me so long to finally meet you? If we had been born at the same time, and if I could have been your wife, then my life would have no regrets at all." With that, she sighed deeply. This thought often surfaced each time she saw Lu Yun, lingering in her mind. Liu Fengyi knew it was merely a fantasy—there was no real chance of them being together. Yet once emotions take root in the heart, they inevitably cause a profound sense of disorientation and loss of self. Perhaps, when several years have passed and Liu Fengyi grows old, the things that unfold between her and Lu Yun will become a beautiful memory. For her own husband, Liu Fengyi feels absolutely no regret—she harbors only resentment toward the man who abandoned her and her daughter. She has said this many times before. Lu Yun feels helpless, helpless again, because Liu Fengyi is a woman with a family. Even if Lu Yun doesn't mind the age difference between them, there's still Tingting standing in the way. Though Lu Yun has developed close relationships with all three of Liu Fengyi's sisters, he certainly can't truly make all four of them his own. Tapping his nose, Lu Yun smiled, "Fengyi sister, isn't things currently quite good? Whenever we think about it, we just come together—there's no real hesitation or concern between us. If we truly were to be together, perhaps our current situation would actually be better." Liu Fengyi nodded in agreement and silently began to clean up the messy, sticky body that Lu Yun had left behind. After a while, when Liu Fengyi finished tidying up, she looked up with her usual smile and said to Lu Yun, "Alright, I've got it. You're right—now everything is just fine. Tingting has truly been lucky to find a capable man like you. I'm so happy for her. Let's go back. We've been out here for a while now—your elder sister must be waiting by the door." Lu Yun murmured an affirmation, and the two of them walked together toward the entrance of the forest. When they arrived at Feng Ying's home, just as they stepped inside, Tingting's father said, "Fengyi has come, hasn't she? It's been such a long time since she left with Lu Yun—our meal is starting to cool." Liu Fengyi smiled at Tingting's father, said nothing, sat down beside Feng Ying, picked up her bowl and chopsticks, and began to eat quietly. Lu Yun felt slightly embarrassed, yet didn't show any obvious discomfort. He smiled at Mr. Tingting and said, "Uncle, Auntie took me around the village and asked me about my studies." Mr. Tingting nodded and said, "Little Yun, hurry up and eat—it's getting late now. You should be back at school soon." Lu Yun nodded. He had already eaten quite a bit at Xiao Huan's house, but he'd been engaged in a vigorous battle with Liu Fengyi in the small woods, so his stomach felt a bit empty again. Not long after, Mr. Tingting set down his chopsticks and bowls, and said to Lu Yun and Liu Fengyi, "You two go ahead and eat. I'm feeling quite tired—I'll go to the inner room and rest for a while." Then he left directly. As soon as Mr. Tingting was gone, Liu Fengyi immediately gave Lu Yun a quick glance, then her eyes began to dart nervously toward Liu Fengying, who was quietly eating her meal. The dining table was small, so Lu Yun was sitting right beside Feng Ying, their arms almost touching. Feng Ying seemed to be eating quietly, yet with such close proximity, she couldn't seem to eat at all. Worse still, she detected a distinct, pleasant scent on Lu Yun—something that made her feel her face grow warm. "Second sister, what's wrong?" When Tingting's father went into the inner room, Liu Fengying no longer felt as reserved as before and immediately asked excitedly. Feng Ying glanced at her, furrowed her brows, and said, "Nothing at all. I'm eating, aren't I? Fengying, you should hurry and eat." In fact, Liu Fengying had been quietly observing Feng Ying all along. Since Feng Ying had sat beside Lu Yun, she had been frowning continuously, occasionally sniffing slightly, as if detecting a special fragrance on Lu Yun. Liu Fengyi naturally understood what her younger sister's action meant. Now it was summer, and if the matter hadn't been washed off afterward, one would surely detect a lingering scent—especially the strong, distinct aroma from the man's spray, which couldn't be easily eliminated in a short time. Suddenly, Liu Fengyi's expression changed. If her younger sister could smell the scent lingering on Lu Yun's body, then her husband must also have picked up the fragrance from her own body. After all, Lu Yun's spray had splashed onto her completely, and combined with the scent from her own movements and brushing, the mingling of the two was unmistakable. Heaven help her—how could her husband have felt a bit tired after just a little while and excused himself to rest in the inner room? Wasn't it because he had smelled her scent? If that were the case, what could she possibly do now? Liu Fengyi might not care about her husband's feelings, but that doesn't mean she's truly carefree or frivolous. Aside from Lu Yun, Liu Fengyi had always remained grounded and respectable, never doing anything out of the ordinary with other men—after all, a woman of principle values her reputation. Yet now... the situation had clearly surpassed her expectations. Originally, she had only watched her younger sister's lackluster appetite, quietly amused, even thinking to herself that after dinner, she'd arrange for Lu Yun to have a moment with her sister, and if possible, she'd join them too, sharing the moment with the two sisters together. But now, fate had truly turned things around—joy turned to sorrow. After hastily finishing dinner, Liu Fengyi and her sister rushed into the kitchen to wash the dishes, while Lu Yun took the opportunity to rest briefly before heading back to school. "Big sister..." Liu Fengyi called out softly, her heart fluttering as she addressed her sister, Feng Ying, who stood beside her. "Fengyi, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well? If you're not feeling well, go back to the room and rest right away—I'll prepare the medicine right after I finish washing." Seeing her younger sister looking pale, Feng Ying instinctively thought Miao Fengyi must have caught a heat and hurriedly urged her to go indoors. "Not at all modest." Feng Ying paused, dropped a sentence to Liu Fengyi, and blushed furiously as she washed the dishes. "Sister, I have a concern." Liu Fengyi couldn't help it—after having spoken so much, it seemed clear that her second sister hadn't grasped what she meant. She now felt a growing sense of urgency. "What's on your mind? Go on, sister, I'm listening." Feng Ying replied casually. "Sister, if you can detect the scent of Lu Yun, doesn't that mean my husband can also smell my own fragrance?" Before Liu Fengyi finished speaking, Feng Ying suddenly realized her point and looked up sharply at her sister, eyes wide. "Fengyi, this... this is actually possible!" "Sister, what shall we do? If my husband finds out about my relationship with Xiao Yun, how will I ever come to visit you again? How will he view me?" She had thought the matter completely private—yet a small oversight had now created such a significant issue. Feng Ying thought for a moment, watching her younger sister growing increasingly anxious, and reassured her: "Feng Yi, don't worry so much. My husband has had sinusitis for a long time and isn't very sensitive to smells. Maybe he simply didn't notice anything." "But why did he suddenly set down his chopsticks and go into the room while eating, right in the middle of his meal?" Feng Yi expressed her concern. "Please don't worry about that. My husband hasn't fully recovered yet—he's still weak. In the past, I used to carry his meals to his bed every time he ate. Today, he only got up to eat because I saw Xiao Yun arrive. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have left his bed at all." Feng Ying paused, and could only hope that her husband hadn't picked up on the scent of Feng Yi. As she continued to comfort her sister, she said, "Feng Yi, take advantage of this moment—go and get some water, wash yourself, and freshen up your scent." "Liu Fengyi nodded, and there was nothing else she could do at the moment. It seemed clear that after finishing her business with Xiao Yun, she would have to thoroughly clean up the battlefield—otherwise, if today's incident happened again, Liu Fengyi wasn't sure her heart could endure it anymore." "Alright, I hope your brother-in-law doesn't notice anything, as you described. Otherwise, I'll never dare come to your house again." Liu Fengyi sighed, holding out a bit of hope, then turned and went out to fetch some fresh water, bringing it into the kitchen. While washing herself, she said, "Sister, when did Xiao Yun arrive? Have you two been together yet?" The question startled Feng Ying so much that it took her a moment to regain her composure, and she scolded Liu Fengyi with a bright smile: "You, my dear, were just worried about being noticed by your brother-in-law for your scent. Now, in the blink of an eye, you've completely forgotten the pain of your scar—how could you even find time to tease me like this?"