Ren Zhong heard Chen Hanyu’s slightly hesitant and awkward reminder from above.
In fact, the moment Ren Zhong secretly checked his watch earlier, Chen Hanyu had already realized he was awake.
But she understood the situation in another direction.
She took Ren Zhong’s action of checking his watch as this guy trying to more clearly perceive the elasticity of her thigh with his hand.
Chen Hanyu felt very awkward about it, yet didn’t know how to bring it up.
She was also very confused.
Everyone in the team thought that Mr. Ren and Manager Ju were living it up every night, he must be quite the lustful ghost.
But having just completed a morning hunt with Ren Zhong, Chen Hanyu was well aware that things weren’t as everyone thought.
Mr. Ren was misunderstood; he wasn’t that lecherous.
But why was his hand still resting on her thigh without moving?
You’re already awake, time to get up!
Why are you still pretending to be asleep!
Hold on, why is your breathing getting heavier!
What exactly are you thinking?
Could you really be taking advantage of me?
Chen Hanyu had no idea.
Ren Zhong truly wasn’t thinking that way, he just wanted to make his pretending to sleep seem more real.
Lifting his hand and putting it down again would be too deliberate.
The end result was now .
Ren Zhong sat up pretendingly, rubbing his "sleepy" eyes that weren’t really drowsy.
Chen Hanyu was very embarrassed by his sudden clumsy acting, silently turned her face away, pretending nothing happened.
Zheng Tian glanced suspiciously at the two and asked, "Mr. Ren, do you want to go with me to Starfire Resources to sell goods, or do you have other plans?"
Ren Zhong thought for a moment, then looked around at everyone, scanning each face, and suddenly beamed a brilliant smile, "I won’t be going. You all go by yourselves. See you tonight."
After Ren Zhong left alone first, Ou Youning grumbled, "Brother Ren’s smile really creeps me out, gave me the chills. It’s just like the look my dad gave me when I first blew up a Ruined Beast as a kid."
Wen Lei smacked his head, "You’re so talkative! Recognizing dads everywhere!"
Ou Youning: "Pfft! What do you know! Mr. Ren is my grandpa!"
Wen Lei: "So if Mr. Ren treats us as equals, does that make you my grandson?"
Ou Youning: "Scram! Each to their own!"
"Stop arguing, everyone quiet!" Zheng Tian analyzed, "Maybe it’s because it’s the first time today we hunted a Third Level Ruined Beast and achieved great success, Mr. Ren is simply happy."
Ou Youning thought: "Oh, right. Speaking of which, Brother Ren really scared me when he mentioned the Third Level Ruined Beast. Didn’t expect him to actually take down the Light Beam Snail effortlessly."
"Alright, let’s go! Off to sell goods!"
Zheng Tian whistled and drove off once more toward Starfire Resources.
Meanwhile, Ren Zhong, after getting out of the car, walked towards his prefab room with hands in pockets.
Moments ago, he ordered a lavish meal from Delicious Fresh—five grand dishes, three meats, one vegetable, one soup, along with three big bowls of natural white rice.
He chose his delivery location to be his prefab room under the high wall at the edge of the town, right next to Yujin’s house.
Initially, he planned to invite Yujin over tonight.
In the last battle, Yujin gave Ren Zhong an indescribable shock and surprise.
Since he was already back and had made up his mind, lest nights grow long with dreams, Ren Zhong decided to follow his initial intention to prevent the repeat of the tragedy involving Yujin’s mother.
As for Yujin’s growth...
To survive such grief of losing a loved one, enduring the pain of being scorched by such flames, and achieving such feats—such a person’s resilience no longer needs further proof.
So, is it really necessary to use tragedy to forcibly develop Yujin?
Ren Zhong felt it wasn’t truly needed.
At the entrance of the simple prefab room, Yujin was sitting on a small bench by his mother’s sewing machine.
The elderly woman was leaning over the machine, the busy sewing machine clattering endlessly.
Yujin was curled up, hunched over, his left hand donned with a thimble, his right hand holding fine needle and thread, threading rapidly on the cuff of a casual jacket.
His needlework was incredibly swift, yet his hand was steady as well.
His craftsmanship was skillful and pure.
The clothes he mended, stitch by stitch, looked almost as if there had never been any damage.
The slightly youthful face showed an incongruous focus, as if he wasn’t mending a cheap piece of clothing, but a rare treasure.
Ren Zhong watched this peaceful young man from afar, experiencing a moment of daze, as if seeing a flame within him.
"Yujin, what are you doing?"
Ren Zhong approached, greeting him.