Chapter 24
Chapter 24: Oh No, You Are…
Vilordi watched Feilin enter that house.
She hadn’t managed to speak with him on the way after all.
Before she knew it, she had followed him all the way home.
The sunset stretched her shadow very long, that pale pink figure particularly clear in the twilight.
Lights came on one by one, from the first floor to the second floor. Warm yellow light filtered through the curtains, outlining the contours of life.
Vilordi took several deep breaths and walked toward that house.
“I’m home.”
Feilin hung his backpack on the wall when he got home.
He felt that tonight’s house was somewhat different.
“Welcome home.”
The kitchen’s sliding door opened and Dai walked out.
She was wearing a beige knit sweater tonight, paired with a knee-length cotton dress.
Dai was wearing the little bear apron that Feilin had worn this morning, with some flour stains on it.
She had casually pinned her black hair into a bun, revealing her fair neck.
“Come eat quickly.”
Dai wiped her hands on the apron, those dark green eyes still carrying a trace of coolness.
Unlike other young ladies, she liked cooking.
Putting ingredients and seasonings into a pot and heating them with fire—this transformation from disorder to order made her feel relaxed.
But since coming to Seiva, this was her first time cooking.
Feilin stood frozen in place, looking at the food on the table.
Limited by the ingredients at home, the food on the table couldn’t be called luxurious, but each dish radiated appetizing colors.
Delicate plates were garnished with fresh herbs, and even the placement angle of the utensils was meticulous.
He hadn’t expected that he could actually eat food made by someone else for him.
Feilin, overwhelmed by this sudden warmth, walked straight toward the dining table in a daze.
Dai quickly stepped forward and gently tugged at his sleeve.
“Wash your hands first.”
Feilin went to the bathroom in the same daze.
Wait!
Snap out of it!
It was just the first time since coming to this other world that someone had cooked for him.
And this meal itself was fake too—Dai was only doing this to pretend to be lovers.
Feilin cupped cold water in his hands and kept washing his face, calming down.
Coming out of the bathroom, Feilin saw that Dai couldn’t untie her apron.
She looked troubled and stole several glances at Feilin.
“Let me help you.”
Feilin came behind Dai, his fingers gently touching the knotted bow.
Dai’s bun gave off a faint fragrance that was quite pleasant.
Several strands of hair dampened by sweat stuck to her fair neck, looking quite beautiful.
Dai stood in place, feeling Feilin’s fingertips occasionally brushing against her back, that light touch like feathers gliding across.
She lowered her head, her heartbeat somewhat fast, even her breathing becoming careful.
The warm yellow light and the sunset’s afterglow intertwined, covering the entire room with an ambiguous halo.
The food’s aroma floating in the room mixed with the faint fragrance from Dai’s body.
Time seemed to stop at this moment, even the air becoming gentle.
“Done.”
Feilin helped Dai remove the apron, ending this scene.
“Living until now has been really wonderful—I can actually eat food you made yourself.”
Contrary to Feilin’s expectations, Dai didn’t refute this statement.
She turned around, arranging her hair while walking toward the dining table.
Dai took out a pink teddy bear and placed it on the dining chair.
“What’s this for?”
Feilin raised an eyebrow.
He hadn’t expected to see dining-with-a-stuffed-animal service in this world too.
“It’s my father.”
“Are you serious?”
Feilin couldn’t help but complain.
Dai’s face darkened and she glanced at Feilin.
“It’s just pretending my father is at the table interviewing us.”
You should have said the complete sentence!
Not talking and pretending to be an expert, huh!
Feilin bowed to the teddy bear.
“Thank you for father’s nurturing. That my girlfriend is so outstanding is all thanks to your efforts.”
Dai pressed her lips together and turned to the side.
Even knowing it was pretend, hearing the five words “my girlfriend” still made Dai’s heartbeat quicken.
“It would be better if your gratitude were more detailed—thanking him for his nurturing before age seventeen. Because after seventeen he hasn’t managed me.”
Dai corrected Feilin’s statement.
Who would thank their father-in-law like this? Did he really think he had his daughter’s pregnancy report in hand!
The two sat at the dining table, ready to start eating.
“Miss Dai, what I’m about to say isn’t because of the contract.” Feilin suddenly looked seriously into Dai’s eyes.
“Alright, I know your feelings, but I refuse. You’re a good person.”
Dai elegantly set down her teacup, her voice cool.
“I’m not confessing!”
“Aren’t you? Boys who show me this expression all confess to me. I’m used to it.”
Dai lightly raised an eyebrow, her lips carrying a trace of barely-there smile.
“I know you’re cooking to pretend to be lovers, but I still want to thank you.”
Hearing this, Dai’s expression remained calm, but her fingers pressed hard against the teacup’s edge.
“No need to thank me.”
While eating, Feilin glanced at the teddy bear, then served food to Dai’s bowl.
Where Dai came from, they were accustomed to using chopsticks.
“What are you doing?”
Dai turned her head, using her chopsticks to block Feilin’s courtesy.
Their posture looked like they were fencing.
“Serving you food. Otherwise how can I express my care for you in front of father-in-law?”
“This exchanges saliva, wouldn’t that be just like… kissing…”
Her voice grew smaller and smaller, finally almost becoming self-talk.
The little person in Feilin’s heart wanted to start screaming.
Could you not say it so disgustingly?
After Feilin struggled to explain the meaning of serving food, this young lady finally reluctantly accepted it.
Dai stared at the food Feilin had served her, and after a long while, finally made up her mind to pick it up.
Her fingers trembled slightly, as if performing some major ceremony, those dark green eyes carrying some nervousness.
She slowly brought the food to her mouth, chewed a few times, her cheeks slightly heating up.
“Oh right, we’re just practicing serving food. You don’t actually have to eat it.” Feilin, who had been watching Dai eat, suddenly spoke up.
Dai’s movements froze. She glared viciously at Feilin, showing an expression like she wanted to kill him.
Embarrassment and annoyance intertwined on her face, her face red as if about to drip blood.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
Heh heh.
“Father, Miss Dai is really virtuous.”
Feilin smiled at the pink teddy bear—he had finally gotten one back.
During the subsequent dinner time, Dai witnessed Feilin’s professionalism.
He could actually chat with a bear that couldn’t talk for twenty minutes.
If she had also prepared wine glasses, Feilin would probably start drinking with the teddy bear.
Dai seemed to see Feilin and her father both drunk, laughing heartily while saying something.
Thinking of that scene, Dai unconsciously smiled with a shallow curve.
If she could really have such a day in the future, that would be wonderful.
But she was destined never to have such feelings.
Being able to chat and gather with family and friends was her luxury.
Feilin could still stay by her side pretending to be her lover now only because she hadn’t spoken her disrespectful thoughts about the gods.
If he knew, even this fake relationship built with money would disappear.
This was good enough. Hiding it from him, letting herself somewhat selfishly enjoy this false but ordinary time.
After dinner, Feilin began clearing the dishes and made Dai a cup of black tea.
Using this opportunity with Dai beside him, he simulated meeting his father-in-law once.
But the time was still too short—Feilin had only simulated once.
Next time he’d simulate other situations.
Carrying dishes, Feilin passed by the balcony.
He saw a flash of pink appear downstairs.
Feilin backed up while returning to the balcony, rubbing his eyes.
Outside was only quiet night and a few dim streetlights.
“Strange.”
A few seconds earlier, a car bearing the Siraphel crest had stopped in front of Vilordi.
She had spent an hour walking a few hundred meters, finally reaching Feilin’s front door.
Then she was forcibly taken away by guards who got out of the car.
Just as Feilin was about to leave, he noticed Dai’s notebook on the balcony table.
She had probably been reading here during the day and forgotten to clean up.
At a glance, he saw Dai’s record in the notebook.
【Gods might not exist. Faith and divine arts might not have a direct causal relationship】
Feilin gasped.
Such disrespectful statements about the gods…
This girl’s father wouldn’t be the Demon King, would he?