[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-love-life-begins-in-new-eliad":3,"chapter-love-life-begins-in-new-eliad-love-life-begins-in-new-eliad-chapter-255":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Love Life Begins in New Eliad",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2330342,4557,"Chapter 255: Rejuvenated Lingbao","love-life-begins-in-new-eliad-chapter-255",255,"\u003Cp>The room was silent, both sides unmoving; Ye Qingfeng scooped up spoonfuls of egg custard as Ling’s lips kept opening and closing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a robot programmed with fixed routines—commonly called the “two-machine duo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after the last spoonful was fed into Ling’s mouth did Ye Qingfeng set down the bowl and ask, “Finished? Thirsty?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Done, not thirsty,” Ling replied, shaking her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rest well. I’ll wash the container.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng nodded in understanding, picked up the container, and stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting a few seconds without a response, he turned to leave—his foot hadn’t even stepped forward when a sudden tug came from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng turned around in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d deliberately waited a moment to confirm she had no other needs before rising to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Living at the video store had been genuinely easy; apart from the occasional hollow request, the only real duty was watching the shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need to handle meals personally, and his free time had increased exponentially compared to his days with the Jiaotu .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who wouldn’t love such a leisurely life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhe and Ling often confessed they were obsessed with his cooking, repeatedly begging him to make another meal—all of which he refused, citing the lack of a kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Considering Lingbao’s frail health and urgent need for nourishment, he’d reluctantly decide to show off his cooking tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When packing the ramen, he’d asked the shop owner if he could borrow the kitchen; the owner gladly agreed. Now Ye Qingfeng planned to go buy groceries, cook the meal, and by the time he returned, Zhe would likely be back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them could finally enjoy a proper meal together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng set aside all other matters, focusing entirely on Lingbao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her small hand gripped his sleeve tightly, her large, luminous eyes fixed on him without a word—like a tiny, hungry kitten begging for milk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze brimmed with longing for him, as if pleading: Please, stay with me, okay~?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng frowned slightly, a wave of self-reproach rising—not toward the fragile, pitiful Lingbao, but toward himself for failing to notice this for so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tsk! Qingfeng, Qingfeng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could you miss that Lingbao needed your attention? She’s right here, needing you—and you’re such a fool!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lingbao~ I’m sorry. I didn’t notice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng hurriedly bent down, slid his arms under her back, drew her gently into his arms, and rested his chin against the crown of her head, rubbing lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you forgive me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was as gentle as a calm sea, radiating boundless tolerance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then tell me, what did you do wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling wrapped her arms around Ye Qingfeng’s waist, tilted her head up, pouted her lips high—so perfectly curved they could hang a bottle of oil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t thought much of it before; she wasn’t some delicate little girl. But now that Ye Qingfeng had softened, she suddenly felt terribly wronged!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm~ perhaps this was the unique, unshakable confidence only a loved child could have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? You’re questioning me now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng feigned annoyance in retort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waaah~ Xiao Fengzi is being mean to me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling knew perfectly well he was pretending; she buried her face in his chest and launched into a fake, sobbing whine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still pretended a little—Lingbao didn’t even bother pretending anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng felt a quiet relief; at least she’d regained her vitality, no longer limp and wilted like a drooping leaf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, stop crying. Stop pretending.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm! Don’t tap my head!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling covered her forehead with both hands, pouting, utterly wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still pretending?” Ye Qingfeng pinched her cheeks, pulling them sideways—firm yet smiling, “Smile for little master now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling lifted her gaze and smiled sweetly, like a flower blooming in spring, filling the air with a delicate sweetness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is how I like to see you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now that the little lady has fulfilled Master Feng’s request, shouldn’t she receive a reward?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You pick the dish—I’ll cook you dinner myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling’s eyes sparkled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since her last visit to the Jiaotu  with her brother, tasting Ye Qingfeng’s home-cooked meals, the perfect texture and flavor had never left her memory!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling savored the memory of that meal, her throat involuntarily swallowing twice, a glistening strand of saliva seeping from the corner of her lips, glinting in the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hehe~ pork knuckle, braised pork belly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going to buy groceries now. Come with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng smiled knowingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh my, whose little greedy munchkin is this? So adorable she’s practically bubbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m coming! I’m coming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling shot out of bed with a *whoosh*, raising her arms and shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Feeling better already?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feeling bad? Nothing matters in front of food!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling slipped her pale feet into slippers and dashed out the door—no trace of illness remained. The moment her figure vanished past the doorway, her head popped back in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t sneak off! I’ll wash up and change clothes—ten minutes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her adorable gaze locked onto him, voice urgent, terrified he’d slip away, waiting for his reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright~ go ahead, no rush.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe! Qingfeng’s the best!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before her words faded, she vanished—her light, swift footsteps receding quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hey, Ling’s grown up—why’s she still acting like a little girl?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps that’s exactly her charm; vitality is what you use to describe children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s fine. Unlike Qingyi, who wears a child’s face but acts like an old man or woman all day—hey, is this some kind of spiritual Xiao Malah...?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng shook his head, his gaze sweeping the room: messy sheets and blankets, clothes scattered everywhere, finished video tapes piled before the TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaotic, yet full of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his raised arm, leaned back on the sofa, exuding laziness, and pulled out his phone to pass the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clean the room? Necessary?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he cleaned today, the room would be messy again in two days—better to lie down and play with his phone. Laziness feels good now, and endless laziness feels endlessly good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d lived too long in hardship; comfort now felt unfamiliar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used to say hardship was a blessing—but in his view, forcing yourself to suffer when there’s no need was idiotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If money’s enough and a woman’s by his side, why must he suffer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Lina revealed her feelings in the Bala Building, publicly confessing her emotions, she’d become noticeably more proactive on Qiaokao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her words, with her current perspective, at her age, there were almost no men who met her standards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t demand high looks or savings—no fixed personality requirements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most crucial point: he’d eaten her cooking. Ye Qingfeng believed that alone would eliminate most men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He happened to meet all her criteria, and Lina was at an age of fierce desire—direct yet slightly subtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of her messages were invitations to visit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For someone else, Ye Qingfeng might have wondered if this was a romantic encounter—but for Lina, in the past...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Compared to the beginning, has there been progress in plot or writing? Where else needs improvement?)\u003C\u002Fp>",1165,"2026-06-20T20:13:18.411Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4d030eb91b5555bbde0e5ede9173d563a386f74b1e2a3be13841647c44a55592","love-life-begins-in-new-eliad-chapter-256","love-life-begins-in-new-eliad-chapter-254",280,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flove-life-begins-in-new-eliad-cover.jpg"]