Watching her get jealous inexplicably feels so satisfying!

Shortly after Lin Feng took his seat, a deafening sound erupted instantly!
With a loud bang, the rooftop door was kicked wide open!
Lin Feng and Su Ziyan both turned to look at the entrance.
Chu Lingshuang appeared at the doorway like an evil spirit emerging from the depths of the night. The direct sunlight fell upon her pristine white dress, failing to add any softness and instead lending her an even more aggressive air.
Behind her, Chu Yunran followed with long strides, panting heavily. Before she even had a chance to voice a protest, she caught sight of the scene on the rooftop, and instantly, she froze in place!
"Brother Lin, what... what are you two doing..."
On the rooftop, next to a wooden table and chairs surrounded by clusters of flowers, Lin Feng was sitting on a swing. Opposite him, Su Ziyan held a paintbrush, with an easel set up in front of her. The blank white canvas already bore the rough framework sketched out in charcoal.
"Miss Su is helping me draw a close-up portrait."
A flash of understanding crossed Lin Feng's eyes. As his gaze fell upon Chu Lingshuang, he replied with a smile.
"So what you guys were talking about earlier was... drawing?!"
Chu Yunran reacted a beat too late, subconsciously glancing at her older sister.
"That's right!" Lin Feng nodded with a smile, saying, "Miss Su's sketch earlier was lovely, so I suggested she try doing a proper sketch with charcoal."
His lingering gaze drifted over, the corners of his lips curling upward as he feigned curiosity and asked, "What about you two?"
"Oh, we..."
Chu Yunran was about to casually concoct some excuse to brush it off, but before the falsehood could leave her lips, she was interrupted by Chu Lingshuang!
"The view from the rooftop is quite nice, just came up to take a look."
Chu Lingshuang's cold voice rang out as she feigned nonchalance and stepped down the threshold.
Her intentions were far too obvious.
Any person could see right through such an excuse.
Lin Feng could even smell the faint scent of vinegar lingering in the air, but he had no intention of clearing things up so easily.
Previously, Chu Lingshuang's torment had almost given him psychological trauma, and now that Chu Tianli had already informed him that Chu Lingshuang would not resort to the Chu family's methods, it was crystal clear that he held the upper hand now.
Watching her grow jealous, Lin Feng felt an inexplicable surge of exhilaration.
Su Ziyan was clearly somewhat displeased, though she remained silent. Giving Chu Lingshuang a deep look, she shifted her gaze back to Lin Feng and raised a hand to direct him, saying, "A-Feng, don't move around. I'm going to start drawing now."
"Alright." Lin Feng turned his head back and nodded, while his peripheral vision lingered on Chu Lingshuang.
Following closely behind Chu Lingshuang, the two sisters took their seats not far from the swing. Chu Yunran began to mutter in a low voice.
"Sis, are we really just going to sit here and watch?"
Seeing that her older sister remained silent, her expression looked dark enough to kill.
Chu Yunran muttered again, "Sis, if you can't stand the sight of them, I'll go over right now and find an excuse to drag Brother Lin away!"
"Who can't stand the sight of them!"
Chu Lingshuang's voice suddenly cut in, her icy tone carrying an edge of anger she herself hadn't realized.
"They're acting all lovey-dovey, what business do we have going over there?"
Her chilly voice echoed at a moderate volume.
Although the Lin family's villa was expansive, the rooftop only had so much space. Aside from the footsteps of the servants nearby, the rest consisted solely of their small group.
Naturally, Lin Feng and Su Ziyan heard it too.
This crazy woman really still had a stubborn mouth!
Even though his back was turned to them, the corners of Lin Feng's mouth lifted on their own accord.
Meanwhile, Su Ziyan, who was supposed to be drawing him, no longer had her mind on the canvas. As an artist, she was the keenest at observing details.
In a split second, she caught the subtle shift in the "model's" expression.
Secretly tightening her grip on the paintbrush, she softly murmured, "A-Feng, I'm a little hungry."
"Want some dessert?"
Lin Feng asked, considering it was indeed afternoon tea time.
"Whatever you decide is fine with me."
Su Ziyan forced a gentle smile, gazing infatuatedly at Lin Feng.
"Alright!"
Ignoring that scalp-tingling gaze, Lin Feng summoned a servant and instructed them to prepare some afternoon tea pastries.
As the servant departed, Chu Lingshuang's voice rang out as well, seemingly unwilling to fall behind!
"Hold on! Prepare some for Ranran too, she's hungry as well!"
Chu Yunran: "Huh?"
"Very well, Miss. Are there any other requests?"
The servant nodded, bowing slightly toward Chu Lingshuang.
Chu Lingshuang lifted her chin proudly, casting a haughty glance at Lin Feng as she gritted her teeth and said, "Bring me a glass of lemonade!"
"Yes!"
The servant nodded repeatedly and hurried downstairs with the others to make the preparations.
Lemonade, huh? That sounded quite tart!
Lin Feng's eyes curved into crescent shapes with amusement. For some reason, watching Chu Lingshuang get thwarted filled him with a wicked satisfaction, a delight akin to sweet revenge...
Noticing the change in Lin Feng's expression, Su Ziyan could no longer sit still.
Looking past Lin Feng to catch a glimpse of the two Chu sisters sitting not far behind him, Su Ziyan pressed her lips tightly together, her eyes flickering. Forcing out a smile, she said, "A-Feng, do you remember when we were kids and it was just like this? You used to model, and I would draw you..."
Lin Feng's train of thought was forcibly interrupted. Looking at Su Ziyan, he couldn't help but ask, "Wait, Miss Su, when we were kids?"
Seeing that Lin Feng seemed quite interested, Su Ziyan instantly beamed with a bright smile.
"Right! When we were kids, back then even though you were still so small, my sheets of paper weren't very big either, just enough to fit you..."
Through the glass overhead, the sunlight poured down, enveloping Su Ziyan and lending her mature, elegant demeanor an extra touch of charm.
She was clearly recounting a deeply moving memory, her expression quite emotional, yet this was not what concerned Lin Feng.
"So small..."
Lin Feng captured that crucial detail in an instant. Deep in thought, he asked in a murmuring tone, "Pardon my asking, Miss Su, but how old are you this year?"
As if she had anticipated that Lin Feng would ask this question, Su Ziyan answered without a moment's hesitation, "Three years older than you."
"Three years?!"
Lin Feng froze instantly. If that was the case, before he got lost, when Su Ziyan was drawing him back then, she would have been only four and a half years old?!
No way!
How could that possibly be!
Even if Su Ziyan was a prodigy, painting at four and a half and remembering all of it—it made no logical sense!
With a look of disbelief, Lin Feng raised his head, his gaze falling upon Su Ziyan. The warm sunlight poured down while various clusters of flowers surrounded them, delivering a sudden wave of visual and mental impact.
Yet, completely unbidden, a few fragmented scenes flashed through his mind, accompanied by several distinct voices—
"Daddy, I want to marry Little Brother when I grow up. Can our family just live on the island forever?!"
"Ziyan, Xiao Feng isn't from our island. One day he has to go back to find his own family!"
"No! I want to be with him. A-Feng always listens to me..."
It was a dense jungle, an isolated island, with the roaring sound of crashing ocean waves echoing all around...
In an instant, a sharp ringing filled his ears, accompanied by a countless myriad of piercing, throbbing pains that swept over him like a tide.
Out of nowhere, Lin Feng felt his mind plunge into utter chaos. Dizziness overwhelmed him as his brain felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, his body no longer able to support itself.
In a haze, he tipped sideways and began to fall toward the edge of the swing—