Mianmian smiled warmly, brushing a strand of hair from Xiao Lian's tear-streaked face. "Good. Now.." she said, stepping back and giving her a firm, guiding look, "let's get back to the kitchen. Service doesn't wait for anyone, and we have a morning rush to handle. You'll be careful, I'll watch over you, and we'll get through this together."
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The jet's door hissed open, and Lu Yanchen stepped onto the tarmac, the sharp air biting at his skin. It had been over a month since he last saw her, and the thought of Mianmian consumed him entirely.
Beside him, Liu Fan moved with measured steps, but the tension was palpable; he had known the young master's obsession would be difficult to temper.
"You can't run straight to her.." Liu Fan said, voice calm but firm. "We need to stop by your father's first. Just… control yourself for a moment."
