I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

But when that moment actually arrived, she was left only with panic and confusion, not knowing how to cope.

"Relax, relax, this is my hometown—Huanglong. Using a lap pillow is actually a perfectly normal thing to do," Duanmu Yan said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

“Really? Really?” Phoebe’s voice trembled slightly.

"Of course it's true." Duanmu Yan remained expressionless. "It's normal for friends to do this."

“Then…then I…” Phoebe unconsciously rubbed her slightly cool fingertips, “Okay, if Mr. Duanmu is comfortable…”

She gently adjusted her position, stretching her chubby legs out more so that Duanmu Yan could rest more comfortably on his head.

Duanmu Yan gazed at the girl's profile in the starlight, his smile growing even deeper: "Phoebe."

"what happened?"

"From now on, you can rely more on your new family."

The sound of the tide on the shore swayed gently, rising and falling softly, making a rustling sound.

A dazzling light shone in the girl's violet eyes. The light gradually brightened and gently spread out.

Past memories flowed silently in her eyes like faded black and white silent films.

Until the very end, they were all gently enveloped by this warm light.

"Ah."

She looked up at the starry sky and nodded gently.

Volume 1: Chapter 120 The Car's Tremor

Laguna, the banking district.

The drizzle pattered on the eaves, splashing up a misty spray.

Duanmu Yan pushed open the door of a coffee shop.

This café is owned by the Motari family and often offers discounts to family and company members.

Of course, even those who aren't family or company members can come in and patronize the business. After all, the Motari brand has a pretty good advertising effect.

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

The waiter stepped forward, but paused noticeably when he saw who it was, and even lowered his voice.

—The relationship between Duanmu Yan and Koleta is no secret now.

There was no shortage of gossip within the family and at the company.

Tsk, sometimes, being able to live off a woman is a skill in itself.

Duanmu Yan smiled and said, "Two cups of orange espresso, please."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

As for why we ordered two drinks?

Of course, it wasn't for Abu's sake.

That little guy doesn't like coffee at all; you could even say he has a bit of a phobia of it.

I should repeat the prank I played on him last time, when I forced him to drink a mouthful of pure black espresso without sugar.

Since then, Abu has avoided the smell of coffee.

Duanmu Yan turned to look out the floor-to-ceiling window.

The rain fell like a veil, shrouding the streets in a hazy mist. The pattering raindrops on the pavement also scattered his thoughts.

He couldn't help but think of the night he spent with Phoebe the day before.

Nothing actually happened.

He simply rested his head quietly on the girl's lap, feeling the soft, unique touch—more comfortable than any expensive pillow, making him relax involuntarily.

"Mr. Duanmu, you are welcome to come find me anytime."

Before sending her back to the religious order, Phoebe left these last words.

It seems she's no longer opposed to using lap pillows at all.

Then...

Should we try using a lap pillow that's face down?

Okay, just kidding.

Duanmu Yan didn't go that far either.

even though……

Given Phoebe's naive nature, if you really made up a reason to coax her, she might actually believe that there is such a thing as a "lap pillow facing down".

Putting these random thoughts aside, something else was on his mind—Cantrella's invitation.

As the head of the Fesalie family, he actually stepped forward personally to ask him for a favor.

But the problem is...

What kind of busyness is it?

The Fesari family has a history spanning hundreds of years, and its heritage is even more profound than that of the Mortari family.

Is there anything that absolutely requires him?

Could it be related to the Kuroshio Current?

do not know.

But in any case, Cantrellella helped me once before, so I should lend a helping hand to her in her time of need.

The premise is that—

This matter must absolutely, absolutely not be known to the Second Miss!

My thoughts were interrupted by the approaching sound of an engine.

A black luxury sedan drove across the wet street and came to a smooth stop in front of the coffee shop.

The car door opened, and Coleta stepped out, looking directly at Duanmu Yan inside the window, a graceful smile curving her lips.

"Have you been waiting for me long?" She walked to the seat opposite him and sat down calmly.

"Actually, I just arrived."

"It seems you still remember my preferences."

Coleta picked up the Orange Espresso and took a small sip. As the unique citrus aroma bloomed on her tongue, her weary heart gradually calmed down.

She put down her cup, rested her cheek on her hand, turned to look at the gray sky outside the window, and sighed softly.

"It's a pity I only have this little bit of free time today. Later... I'll have to go back and deal with all that endless work."

"Do you need my help?" Duanmu Yan asked.

Koleta shook her head, her tone tinged with helplessness yet also relief: "No need. These are all old family debts that I have to deal with personally. Besides, my uncle is busy with his cooperation with Vulcan Mining, which also needs my attention."

Duanmu Yan then asked, "So, you mean... Miss Second has been completely unavailable all this time?"

"That's it."

Hearing this answer, Duanmu Yan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

This means that I can now go to the appointment without any hesitation.

But his fleeting moment of relaxation did not escape Koleta's notice.

She frowned slightly, her gaze scrutinizing: "Why do I feel... that you seem rather pleased to hear I'm very busy?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes instantly sharpened. She stood up, leaned forward slightly, and moved closer to him: "You...you wouldn't have secretly made plans with another girl behind my back, would you?"

Duanmu Yan remained unfazed, his tone firm as if making a vow: "How could that be? I have always been devoted to the Second Miss."

Even though he had a "date" with Phoebe just twelve hours earlier.

"You'd better really think that way."

Koleta squinted, her gaze lingering on his face for a long while before slowly leaning back in her chair.

Duanmu Yan quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Second Miss, do you remember that person named 'Kathishia' from before?"

Koleta paused slightly, then nodded after a moment of contemplation: "Yes. You said you met her in Sonora's world. Later, I had my family investigate the name, but we haven't found any leads."

“I know who she is now,” Duanmu Yan continued.

"You found out? How did you find out?"

“I asked Phoebe to help me investigate,” he said frankly. “She found a clue in the order’s records—Saint Flores, who was martyred twenty years ago, was originally named Kathisia before her coronation.”

This answer caused Koleta's expression to freeze slightly.

She lowered her head, her fingertips unconsciously stroking her fair chin, and murmured, "The saint who was martyred twenty years ago? If that girl named Kathiya really is the saint... then doesn't that mean she might still be living in some unknown place?"

Duanmu Yan shook his head: "Who knows? Perhaps there are more untold secrets about that disaster twenty years ago."

“This is indeed an important clue.” Koleta pursed her lips, pondering for a moment. “The order must be deliberately hiding something. Besides this, have there been any other discoveries?”

“Nothing for now,” Duanmu Yan replied. “Phoebe said that some of the records about the saintess in the order seem to have been deliberately erased.”

"Is that so... then the clues have gone cold again." Koleta sighed softly, her gaze sweeping over the wall clock. "It's about time, I should go."

Just as she stood up, Duanmu Yan gently grasped her wrist.

"Second Miss, have you... forgotten something?" Duanmu's words were suggestive.

Koleta was slightly taken aback: "Forgot what?"

Duanmu Yan leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "The selfie that Second Miss sent me this morning has been making me uneasy. As my girlfriend... shouldn't I take some responsibility?"

The girl's cheeks immediately flushed crimson.

She did send him a photo this morning, but it was just an ordinary snapshot and had no other intention.

"Stop it... It's really not the right time." Koleta looked away, her ears burning slightly. "Besides, this isn't a suitable place either. Could you... just bear with it a little longer?"

Duanmu Yan said firmly, "I can't tolerate even a little bit."

His voice was low, his breath hot against her ear: "It's not convenient here, but—"

He leaned closer and said a few more words.

Koleta's pupils widened slightly, her face flushing even more: "What?! In the car? I..." She bit her lip, finally letting out a soft sigh of resignation, "...Tsk, whatever. But hurry up, I don't have much time."

"Hurry up? Second Miss, do you know that such a question is a provocation to a man?"

……

……

"Cough, cough cough—"

"Didn't I say... you should tell me in advance if you couldn't hold back anymore!"

"You forced me to drink it again, you're hopeless!"

After calming her breathing slightly, she raised her eyes and looked directly at him, her voice soft but earnest.

"Anyway... now that I've satisfied you, you're not allowed to touch any other girls, understand?"

Volume 1: Chapter 121 Abu is also a beautiful girl

Laguna.

As dusk settled, Duanmu Yan leaned back in a chair at an open-air restaurant by the sea, enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

Well, saying it's rare might not be accurate.

Since he officially fell at the feet of the second young lady, his life has completely changed.

Now he has nothing to do all day, and occasionally he goes on dates with the second young lady—this has become his job.

Not only is it easy and comfortable, but it also comes with generous rewards.

Looking at the shimmering waves of the sea, Duanmu Yan suddenly realized: This is what life is all about, while the days before were merely survival at best.