CHAPTER 291: CHAPTER 291; GRANDMA, DON’T WORRY

A senior manager cleared his throat, voice tentative. "Mr President... that will be all for now, yes?"

Ting Cheng’s smirk returned, faint but sharp. "Yes. That will be all. You are all dismissed."

The screen went quiet, but the tension didn’t dissipate immediately. The directors and managers exchanged uneasy glances, some releasing held breaths, others straightening chairs and muttering affirmations.

The weight of his words, his presence, even from a car, still hung heavy over the room.

Secretary Li exhaled softly, leaning back slightly. "What time are you guys coming back? It’s getting late and it’s not safe out there!"

"We will be back soon..." He hung up the call immediately. The screens turned dark and the place regained its quietness.

The call ended, and the screen dimmed into silence. For a long moment, the boardroom’s tension seemed to echo even in the stillness of the car.

Huo Qi quietly set the tablet aside, while Huo Zhen remained sharp-eyed, waiting for any sign of instruction, but the backseat was calm, Huo Ting Cheng leaned against the leather, one arm stretched lazily along the seat, his eyes closed for a fraction of a second, as though nothing had transpired.

Outside, the parking lot was hushed, the night pressing in with patient stillness. Streetlights glowed faintly, their reflection sliding across the tinted glass.

It was quiet, but not empty. Quiet in the way a storm waits before it breaks.

Inside the car, Ting Cheng remained the same, casual, unreadable, yet radiating the kind of authority that made even silence feel like an order.

Beyond the tinted glass, the parking lot stretched in muted stillness, until the soft rhythm of footsteps disturbed it.

Tang Fei stepped carefully across the driveway, a plate of food balanced in her hands. The faint glow from the car lights caught the warm determination in her eyes. She paused, then tapped lightly on the window.

Huo Ting Cheng opened the door just enough to peek out, dark eyes locking with hers before he finally swung it wider.

"I’m not hungry. You shouldn’t trouble yourself... It’s late, and we should be back on the road." His tone was firm, a quiet dismissal.

But Tang Fei, as always, was stubborn. She jutted her lips in a pout, turning her back to him with exaggerated defiance. "Ting Cheng, if you don’t eat this food, I will stay here for days. I mean it... I don’t care."

A low sigh escaped him, half amusement, half resignation. "All right, all right..." He reached out and took the plate from her hands. How could he say no to her?

Settling back against the leather seat, he ate with his usual elegance, every movement precise, deliberate.

The food was decent, warm, comforting even, but nowhere near the perfection of the meals crafted by the chefs in his home. Still, he didn’t complain, or else he would have ended up having an argument with her.

And after a few mouthfuls, he handed the plate back to her, his voice low, almost dismissive. "That’s enough." His eyes lingered on her, sharp and unreadable.

But Tang Fei only accepted the plate with a small, knowing smile. Instead of retreating, she scooped up another spoonful and held it to his, lips. "No, you haven’t. You have to eat." With her lips pouting she meant business.

Huo Qi and Huo Zhen were worried because their Master didn’t like eating anyhow; he had always been trained to be careful, and anyone could poison him.

Huo Ting Cheng arched a brow, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth. Yet when she pressed the spoon closer, he didn’t refuse, allowing her to feed him, one bite at a time, as though indulging a stubborn child who dared to defy him.

She lifted a spoonful to his lips, then, without hesitation, took another for herself. If he worried the food might have a problem, then they would face it together.

Huo Ting Cheng’s gaze lingered on her, unreadable, before dropping to the spoon she held out again. Without a word, he leaned forward and accepted it. The car grew still, the sound of the meeting voices from the tablet fading into a distant hum.

He didn’t argue, and he never thought he would when it came to her; she was the sole reason he was existing.

Tang Fei’s lips curved in the faintest smile, though she kept her head bowed as if the small act of defiance hadn’t happened. Beside them, Huo Qi pretended to adjust the figures on his screen, while Huo Zhen’s eyes stayed fixed on the windshield, both men wisely silent.

A quiet understanding passed between them, unspoken yet steady, if he carried the weight of the world, then she would shoulder the smallest part of it, even if all she could do was share his meal.

"Food is done, wrap up soon, we need to go back home." He stretched his hand and gently wiped her lips with his thumb before licking them.

"All right," she felt shy, and coiled back. She strode back into the house. The kids were playing on the couch while Mr. Xu and Mrs. Xu settled on the side, switching on the TV for them.

Tang Fei carried the dirty dishes back to the kitchen before returning to the sitting area.

"Fei’er, why don’t you all stay here tonight and head home tomorrow morning since it’s so late? We have plenty of guest rooms," Mrs. Xu said, clearly delighted to have company, even so late at night.

"Auntie, I wish we could, but we have to go back. Tomorrow’s a school day, and the others have to return to the Military Academy," Tang Fei politely responded declining their sweet gesture. She wished it could be different, but Monday would come soon enough.

"Grandma, don’t worry. We will come another weekend and stay long enough to keep you company," Zhihao added, trying to reassure her. He knew tomorrow would be busy for everyone, including their mother who was starting her own Entertainment City.