Chapter 47: Is There a Possibility of Becoming a Permanent Employee?

Upon returning home, Sun Xiaorui first went to the kitchen to prepare hangover soup for Chen Feng.

After Chen Feng had finished drinking it comfortably, she proactively came over to massage his shoulders and tap his back, truly treating him like a grand master to be served.

While Chen Feng enjoyed the treatment, he felt somewhat uneasy. Smiling, he said, "I'm not quite used to this sudden change. You're not actually treating me like some feudal lord, are you?"

Sun Xiaorui smiled as well. "If you want to be one, I'll satisfy you."

"Let's skip that then," Chen Feng said, reaching out to pull her close. "I just want to be myself. You don't need to do things you're unwilling to do just to please me."

Sun Xiaorui shook her head. "I'm not unwilling."

"Really?" Chen Feng stared down at her.

"Of course, really." Unable to withstand Chen Feng's direct gaze, Sun Xiaorui's face flushed slightly, and she averted her eyes.

Chen Feng released her and said earnestly, "We are in a partnership right now. That doesn't mean you are inferior to me. We are equals. So, don't look down on yourself. What I like is the real you, not a fake version of you. If there ever comes a day when you feel unhappy being by my side, you can leave at any time."

Chen Feng spoke these words from the bottom of his heart.

However, Sun Xiaorui didn't quite take it to heart. She said somewhat unhappily, "How could I not be happy serving such a good boss? The salary is so high. I'd be a fool to leave. Unless you get tired of me and want to find someone else."

Chen Feng laughed. "I don't have that intention for the time being. However, it's necessary to give you a proper sense of crisis. Otherwise, you might think you've secured a 'iron rice bowl' and start coasting, which wouldn't be good for your work motivation."

"You're so annoying."

Sun Xiaorui acted coquettishly toward Chen Feng, a rare occurrence. It was natural and unforced, which Chen Feng found very pleasing. His heart began to itch with desire, and he pulled her into his arms once again.

It was another leisurely afternoon of sleep.

By the time the two of them came downstairs, it was already past seven in the evening.

After checking with Chen Feng, Sun Xiaorui went to the kitchen to cook millet porridge.

Since they had eaten quite a lot at the restaurant during lunch, they decided to eat something light for dinner to soothe their stomachs.

While waiting for the porridge, the two sat in the living room, watching TV, chatting, and snacking.

One could only describe this kind of life as something to be envied by others.

Chen Feng had never imagined that one day he would be living this semi-secluded, leisurely life in a small villa with a woman like Sun Xiaorui.

He could only say that this must be God's "end-of-life care" for him.

As he was about to die from a terminal illness, God had granted him wealth and romantic luck as compensation.

But it was truly difficult for him to feel any gratitude toward God.

No one wants to wait for death at his age, feeling utterly powerless.

Therefore, he felt no gratitude for this stroke of good luck.

If God were to give him a healthy body again, even without this good luck, Chen Feng would be grateful.

Life in the small villa was satisfying to Chen Feng. The two of them drank millet porridge together, discussing their upcoming trip starting tomorrow.

For their first stop, they decided to go to the furthest place in the country, North Pole Village. From there, they would slowly work their way back from north to south, visiting attractions one by one.

This was the result of their discussions over the past two days. Sun Xiaorui was responsible for the specific route planning, while Chen Feng was only responsible for reviewing it. Once he gave his approval, the travel plan was officially finalized.

Sun Xiaorui looked at her hand-drawn travel plan with an excited, even passionate expression, but she still asked with some concern, "If we want to visit all these attractions, it might take two or three months. I have nothing to do right now, but what about you? Are you really not planning to work?"

Chen Feng smiled. "Don't worry. I have plenty of savings, enough for us to live luxuriously for a few years."

Sun Xiaorui subconsciously asked, "And after those few years?"

"Will you still be with me after a few years?" Chen Feng looked at her with a playful glint in his eyes.

Sun Xiaorui was stunned for a moment, then felt a bit embarrassed. She was already twenty-six this year; in a few years, she would be in her early thirties, and it would be difficult to find another good marriage.

Besides, even if she didn't marry, Chen Feng couldn't just avoid getting married and having children forever, could he?

Just now, she had almost instinctively cast herself in the role of Chen Feng's girlfriend, or even his wife.

The two of them had spent every moment together these past few days, and although the time had been short, they had surprisingly been very harmonious and happy.

Sometimes, they both unconsciously slipped into the roles of a married couple.

It seemed that even married couples living at home might not be as well-matched and harmonious as the two of them.

However, both knew that this harmony was largely built upon Chen Feng's strong material foundation.

To put it bluntly, it was built upon the fifty thousand yuan monthly salary he gave her, along with several other tens of thousands in various expenses.

If Chen Feng didn't have money and only gave her a few thousand a month, could they still be this affectionate?

It was almost impossible!

This was a very realistic issue.

So, while Chen Feng liked her in his heart, it hadn't reached the level of love or deep emotion.

At most, it was "more than friends, less than lovers."

As for whether she was a mistress, Chen Feng did not view her that way.

To view her as a mistress felt somewhat disrespectful. Moreover, both were unmarried; they were both single before they started seeing each other. The terms "mistress" or "paramour" felt inappropriate.

After her embarrassment subsided, Sun Xiaorui quickly adjusted her mindset and asked half-jokingly, "If I plan to follow you forever, is there a possibility of being 'promoted' in the future?"

Chen Feng countered half-jokingly, "What, have you fallen for me that quickly? I remember telling you last time: I am me, and the money is the money. Don't get them mixed up."

Sun Xiaorui said crossly, "I've just fallen for your money. You have money, so falling for you is the same as falling for the money."

Chen Feng shook his head. "You still can't tell the difference between the two. Ask me again once you can."

Sun Xiaorui suddenly said seriously, "I'm serious. I feel very happy being with you these past few days. I know this is partly because you have money, which spares me from the struggle of working hard to make a living. But more importantly, I think you're a good person—you have a good personality, you're handsome, and you're pleasant to talk to. So, tell me, is there a chance for me to be 'promoted' in the future?"

Sun Xiaorui indeed had a personality that was bold in both love and hate; she was very straightforward.

Of course, given their current relationship of sleeping in the same bed, being candid with each other wasn't particularly awkward.

Thus, Chen Feng gave her a serious answer: "I can only say it's impossible right now. I just got divorced, and I won't consider marriage again before I'm 32. As for the future, I don't know even now."

What future did he have left? He would be thankful to God if he could just make it through this year and live past thirty.

But he didn't want to confess his terminal illness to her; he couldn't stand the look of sympathy and pity in people's eyes.

At the same time, he considered it a white lie.

At least, it would allow Sun Xiaorui to live happily until he died.