Chapter 110: Are You Sure You Want Me to Feed You?

His words reached Ling Shuang’s ears, and she suddenly felt there was some truth to them. Her eyes flickered slightly as she smiled and said, “Then I’ll reward you a little for being obedient.”

Lin Feng looked up to see Ling Shuang take out her phone. Soon, a notification popped up on his device: one hundred thousand yuan credited to the account. He raised an eyebrow slightly—serving this young lady seemed to earn money faster than working outside.

“All right, help me to the dining table,” Ling Shuang said, putting down her phone and tapping her feet on the floor.

Lin Feng’s lips curled upward as he paused mid-motion and smiled, “Please, young lady.”

Ling Shuang appeared quite pleased, casually draping her hand over Lin Feng’s arm as she slowly rose and walked toward the table.

Though Lin Feng was hungry, he didn’t rush to eat. After pulling out a chair for Ling Shuang, he sat down beside her on the right.

Ling Shuang was very satisfied with Lin Feng’s respectful demeanor. This was exactly the effect she had been seeking all along.

Her mood inexplicably brightened. Gazing at the exquisite dishes before her, she raised her brow slightly and said coldly, “Dig in.”

“Got it!” Lin Feng responded, already starving, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat ravenously.

He had no table manners, devouring his food so hungrily that one might think he hadn’t eaten for days. But after all, a man’s wild nature was best shown this way.

Ling Shuang sipped her juice in small mouthfuls, watching Lin Feng’s indulgent eating with a faint trace of pleasure in her eyes.

Seeing him eat so hurriedly, each bite accompanied by a look of satisfaction, she unconsciously bit her lip. She was feeling a bit hungry herself.

But Lin Feng had no idea.

There was no helping it; the dishes prepared by Ling Shuang’s personal chef were simply too delicious. After a few bites of crab legs, Lin Feng’s face was filled with contentment. Though he had tasted many high-end dishes before, none had made him feel as comfortable as those at the Ling residence.

No wonder the Ling family’s chefs were all of five-star caliber. Not only did the food look good, but it also tasted exceptional.

Who wouldn’t be enchanted by such fare?

Within fifteen minutes, Lin Feng had eaten most of his portion, nearly half full.

When he snapped out of his reverie, he saw Ling Shuang’s plate was spotless. She was leaning back in her chair, smiling warmly at him.

That smile sent a shiver down Lin Feng’s spine.

He paused for a moment before snapping back to reality. Ling Shuang hadn’t eaten—could the food be poisoned?

Recalling her cunning nature, Lin Feng frowned slightly. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Ling Shuang didn’t answer him but instead smiled faintly and asked in return, “Are you full?”

“Almost.” Lin Feng pressed his lips together, feeling reluctant to eat more. He took a towel and wiped his mouth.

Ling Shuang’s smile deepened. She crossed her arms in front of her and said coolly, “Well then, feed me.”

“Huh?” Lin Feng looked at her in surprise. Feed you… feed you food?

“Miss Ling, you…” He wanted to joke, “Don’t you have hands?” but held back. After all, it was rare she was willing to talk so much; better not to anger her.

He changed his tone and asked, “Are you sure you want me to feed you?”

“Why? Don’t you want to?” Ling Shuang’s voice was icy. Though her smile was radiant, a hint of menace glimmered in her eyes, as if she would explode if Lin Feng dared say no.

“Of course, of course!” Lin Feng quickly replied. Feeding her? He might have never done it, but he’d certainly seen pigs run.

Compared to running away from her and being relentlessly chased, clearly, coaxing her until she was satisfied was the better choice.

Especially since she was the kind who could shower him with gold coins.

The previous five million was just a lucky surprise; he hadn’t expected Ling Shuang to actually transfer the money.

If that was the case, he might as well keep her happy.

After all, he was short on cash now. If he wanted to escape, he’d need capital.

He decided to endure this time’s hardships in exchange for greater freedom.

First, earn a hundred million from her!

Then, with that money, he’d run off and travel the world. He was determined there must be a place for him somewhere in this vast world.

By that time, Ling Shuang would probably be tired of him anyway.

With his thoughts clear, Lin Feng rubbed his hands together and smiled. Looking at the dishes before him, he said, “Well then, Miss Ling, what would you like to eat?”

“Crab legs,” Ling Shuang replied coldly after a moment’s thought. “I saw you enjoying them earlier.”

Though Ling Shuang had eaten these dishes many times before, watching someone else relish food often rekindled one’s appetite, especially when it was her own pet eating.

Lin Feng didn’t hesitate. He reached out and picked up a crab leg.

High-end dishes were usually carefully prepared, with fish and shrimp already shelled.

So Lin Feng spared himself the trouble of peeling.

Holding the crab leg with his chopsticks, his hand beneath them, he leaned slightly forward, bringing the crab leg close to Ling Shuang’s lips.

He couldn’t resist.

He added with a playful tone, “Open wide.”

Like feeding a child, coaxing and pampering her.

This instantly made Ling Shuang’s heart bloom with joy.

She had always lived under constant tension, operating like a machine, with her time strictly scheduled—when to wake, when to sleep, when to do this or that.

Her life was meticulously divided, and even mealtimes were merely to satisfy physical needs.

Since she became aware, this was the first time she’d been treated like this—a stark contrast that felt incredibly comfortable, an unprecedented experience.

In front of her pet, she felt like she was truly being herself.

Unreasonably relaxed.

Only when with Lin Feng.

She obediently opened her mouth. As the fresh crab meat blossomed between her lips and teeth, satisfaction welled up in her eyes.

Like sharing a favorite delicacy, Lin Feng momentarily set aside his prejudices against Ling Shuang.

He couldn’t help but ask expectantly, “How does it taste?”

“Not bad.” Chewing the tender meat, Ling Shuang nodded gently. She had no grand thoughts; it was just an ordinary meal, albeit sweeter than usual.

While enjoying herself, she didn’t dwell on troubling matters.

For now, Lin Feng didn’t mind her actions, feeling a rare pleasure in sharing with someone who understood him.

He smiled and said, “I won’t say anything else, but your family’s cooking is really good. I’ve eaten a lot, but your dishes taste the best.”

It sounded like a heartfelt remark, just a few extra words from Lin Feng.

But to Ling Shuang, it was thrilling.

Her pet was willing to share with her—that meant trust.

Thinking back to a few months ago, when this wild beast had snarled and snapped at her, now trusting her so deeply and sharing his joy, she was utterly delighted...