Chapter 57: No Matter What Feng Tingshen Thinks

After breakfast, Rong Ci began packing the clothes and other essentials she would take to the Hot Spring Shanzhuang.

But she only packed her own things.

She didn’t touch Feng Tingshen’s.

After all, Feng Tingshen was only her nominal husband—not her man.

He was now Lin Wu’s man.

He probably wouldn’t be happy if she touched his belongings.

And she, now, had no interest in touching them either.

Feng Jingxin’s things were packed by Liu Shen.

In the past, she might have worried that Feng Jingxin’s items were incomplete, and even if Liu Shen had packed them, she would have double-checked everything herself.

But now, after packing her own things, she simply dragged her small suitcase downstairs without caring about Feng Jingxin’s situation.

After waiting a while downstairs, Feng Jingxin and Feng Tingshen also came down.

After arriving at the Hot Spring Shanzhuang, Feng Tingshen went off somewhere to make a phone call; while Rong Ci was organizing her clothes in the room, the old lady walked in and handed her a box, whispering, “These are the clothes Grandma prepared for you—remember to wear them when you soak in the hot spring.”

Seeing the old lady’s expression, Rong Ci immediately understood what was inside the box.

She felt uneasy: “Grandma, I brought my own—”

“Don’t worry, it’s not anything inappropriate—open it and see for yourself.”

Rong Ci opened the box.

As she expected, it was a set of underwear.

And the style looked no different from what she usually wore.

Rong Ci looked at it, and finally relaxed.

The old lady smiled and reminded her: “You must remember to wear it.”

Rong Ci: “...Alright.”

She had just agreed when Feng Tingshen returned to the room.

He saw what was in the box in her hand.

Rong Ci froze and quickly closed the lid.

Feng Tingshen acted as if he hadn’t seen anything, his expression cool as he turned his gaze away and asked the old lady, “Grandma, why did you come here?”

“Of course to hurry you two off to soak in the hot spring!”

She nudged Feng Tingshen: “Hurry up, change your clothes!”

Feng Tingshen paused, but didn’t refuse.

A while later, he emerged from the bathroom wearing a bathrobe.

Seeing him come out, Rong Ci went into the bathroom.

When she stepped out of the restroom, dressed in her bathrobe, Feng Tingshen was already gone.

Rong Ci was about to head to the hot spring pool alone when the old lady came over from the adjacent room, smiling: “Tingshen is in the small pool on the left—go on.”

The small hot spring pool on the left was tiny—barely three square meters.

If both of them sat in it, they wouldn’t even need to fully stretch their legs to touch each other.

The old lady clearly intended for them to bond.

After all, they’d both be dressed very little.

Generally speaking, a man and a woman alone in such a setting made it easy for sparks to fly.

But—

The old lady insisted on watching Rong Ci enter, so Rong Ci had no choice but to go in.

As she walked over, Feng Tingshen had already taken off his bathrobe and was sitting in the pool.

When he saw her approach, his gaze landed on her.

Rong Ci was indeed wearing the underwear the old lady had given her.

At first, she’d thought it was no different from what she normally wore.

But back then, she’d only looked at the top—the panties had escaped her notice.

Only when she took them out to put on did she realize the fabric of the panties was nearly half as much as usual.

Though not overly revealing, it was certainly unlike her usual style.

And it was red, the material extremely soft; combined with her pale skin, she’d found herself looking very sensual in the mirror.

Even she felt slightly uncomfortable looking at herself.

But she didn’t dislike it.

So she wore it.

Now, still wrapped in her bathrobe, she felt his gaze and remembered what she wore underneath—her steps hesitated.

But then she walked over as if nothing had happened.

She reached the pool’s edge, set down her things, and slipped off her bathrobe.

Her underwear was now fully visible to Feng Tingshen.

Feng Tingshen looked, and paused.

Rong Ci believed Feng Tingshen knew this outfit had been given to her by the old lady.

By choosing to wear it, she assumed he thought she hoped for something between them.

But in truth, she had no such intention.

As for what he thought—that was his business.

She had no reason to avoid wearing this set of underwear she actually liked, just because he might misunderstand her.

Thinking this, Rong Ci felt no discomfort as she removed her bathrobe.

She didn’t deliberately observe how he looked at her.

She stepped into the hot spring pool and sat down beside him, about two body-lengths away.

Feng Tingshen averted his gaze.

They were silent; Rong Ci’s peripheral vision caught his muscular chest, and she subtly shifted her gaze away.

Just as she thought they’d remain quiet, Feng Tingshen asked: “Want something to eat?”

The shanzhuang staff had prepared plenty of food.

He pushed the tray toward her.

Rong Ci: “...Thank you.”

Feng Tingshen said nothing.

Rong Ci picked up a pastry and tasted it.

But she had no appetite—after one bite, she stopped and pushed the tray back toward him.

The water was clear; as she pushed the tray back, she clearly saw Feng Tingshen’s crotch.

No reaction.

Other women might assume he was impotent.

But Rong Ci knew exactly whether he was capable or not.

His lack of reaction was simply because she had never attracted him.

It had nothing to do with what she wore.

Rong Ci had already guessed this.

They were about to divorce; she had no desire to have anything with him, so she wore this outfit precisely because she knew it wouldn’t work on him.

Rong Ci subtly withdrew her gaze.

Soaking in the hot spring on a day like this was perfectly comfortable.

After sitting for a while, Rong Ci grew drowsy from the warmth.

But she didn’t fall asleep—only tired. She stood up and told Feng Tingshen: “I’m going.”

Feng Tingshen: “Mm.”

Rong Ci climbed out, put on her bathrobe, and left.

As she left, she noticed Feng Tingshen had also climbed out.

As Rong Ci was about to take the elevator upstairs, she happened to meet the old lady.

The old lady: “Already done soaking?”

Rong Ci: “Mm.”

The old lady was about to say more when she saw Feng Tingshen preparing to go upstairs and change.

The old lady had hoped something would happen—but the distance between them made it clear nothing had.

She’d wasted her effort again.

The old lady sighed: “A friend of mine came here for treatment—she just called me; I have to go back. You two enjoy yourselves.”

She patted Rong Ci’s hand, then said to Feng Tingshen: “Don’t bully Xiao Ci, understood?”

Feng Tingshen: “Understood.”