I started as a spirited young man, and the system made me a male god.

When you arrive at 801, the door opens and warm light envelops you.

This scene was commonplace for Chen Fei and his companions; it was just an ordinary scene they witnessed every day on their way home.

But for Meng Sixian, who works hard in an unfamiliar city and has to face a dark room every day when she comes home, it's something that makes her smile unconsciously.

She stood at the doorway, her steps unconsciously pausing for a moment.

She had come here before when she was drunk; it was quite empty then, and didn't feel like home.

Now, there are several cute little figurines on the shoe cabinet in the entryway, and even the keys are hanging on a Super Mario decoration, which is somewhat like the little home she dreamed of when she was a child.

"Come in quickly, Sister Sixian, what are you doing standing at the door?" Shen Shaoting had already kicked off her shoes and was walking barefoot on the floor when she turned around to greet her.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Jingyi, who heard the door open, jogged over from the master bedroom, carrying a pair of clean, light pink new slippers.

These aren't disposable hotel slippers, but rather soft, comfortable slippers for home use.

With a smile, she placed the slippers beside Meng Sixian's feet: "Sister Sixian, it's been a long time! Here, these are new slippers, perfect for you. Don't be shy, make yourself at home."

After saying that, she ran to the small refrigerator in the corner of the living room and took out two cakes. "Come on, are you hungry? I bought cakes with green grapes and taro paste. See which one you like. I also made some chicken soup, which can help you sober up and warm up."

Meng Sixian quickly thanked him and bent down to change her shoes.

She followed Lin Jingyi into the living room, her gaze falling on the dining table.

Under the warm yellow light, everything was arranged perfectly on the white tablecloth.

Besides the cake, there were also several refreshing side dishes.

In the center of the table, a white ceramic soup pot was steaming slightly. The lid was slightly lifted, and the rich aroma of chicken soup wafted out.

Simple, yet full of the feeling of home.

"Wow! Jingyi, you're amazing!" Shen Shaoting had already pounced on the table, taking an exaggerated deep breath, her eyes fixed on the cake. "Green grape cake! My favorite! Sixian, which one do you want? The taro cake is super delicious too!"

"I'm fine with anything." Meng Sixian was infected by this enthusiasm, and her smile became much more genuine.

"Let's eat the green grape cake first, and we'll divide the taro cake later!" Shen Shaoting had already taken it upon herself to open the green grape cake box, picked up a knife, and carefully cut off four pieces, placing them on disposable paper plates.

Although his movements were clumsy, he was exceptionally serious when cutting the cake.

Lin Jingyi then turned and went into the kitchen, took out bowls and spoons, and served each person a bowl of golden and clear chicken soup, with a few pieces of tenderly stewed chicken and two red dates in the soup.

"I started cooking as soon as I knew you were coming. You must be tired coming back so late, so drink more."

"Mmm! Delicious!" Shen Shaoting scooped up a big bite of cake and stuffed it into her mouth, her eyes squinting with satisfaction. She didn't even care that some cream had gotten on the corner of her mouth. "Jingyi, let's try their new product next time, I think it's something like coconut rice noodle roll cake!"

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it next time, I'll buy it next time." Lin Jingyi agreed quickly while drinking her soup, with a doting expression on her face.

"Sister Sixian, try this! These green grapes are so sweet, not sour at all!" Shen Shaoting nudged Meng Sixian next to her with her elbow.

Meng Sixian picked up a small piece with her fork and put it in her mouth. Before she could even finish tasting it, Lin Jingyi had already looked at the bowl of chicken soup in front of her: "Hurry up and drink the soup, see if it's good?"

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Meng Sixian quickly finished chewing the cake, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and carefully drank it.

Chen Fei sat opposite, watching the three girls around the table, eating and chatting, and felt that happiness couldn't be better.

Even in his past life, he had never encountered such a heartwarming scene on his way home from get off work.

This must be what "home" feels like.

It doesn't need to be big or luxurious. All you need is a lamp to light up for each other, a simple meal to share, someone waiting, someone talking, and someone listening.

He ate his cake and drank his soup quietly, feeling a sense of peace.

Under the table, Shen Shaoting's foot gently touched his foot.

Chen Fei paused and looked at her.

Shen Shaoting was pretending to focus on the second piece of cake, but out of the corner of her eye she blinked at him quickly, and then glanced at Meng Sixian, who was sipping soup next to her.

Their eyes conveyed a subtle, smug signal that only they understood: Look how great the atmosphere is! Bro, seize the opportunity, it's your turn to go on stage, we don't mind!

Chen Fei understood, feeling both helpless and warm.

This girl, even with her foot hurting, still manages to play matchmaker.

Sure enough, the food on the table was almost gone, and only a few bits of taro paste remained on the cake.

Shen Shaoting stretched lazily: "I'm full, so satisfied! It's just... my feet hurt so much! Those awful high heels I wore today were torture!"

As she spoke, she frowned and looked pitifully at Lin Jingyi beside her, "Jingyi, how about we go lie down in the master bedroom for a while? My heels seem to be chafed and burning, could you take a look and put some medicine on them?"

Lin Jingyi was incredibly clever and immediately understood Shen Shaoting's intention.

She glanced at Chen Fei, smiled, and nodded. "You are a little tired. Come on, let me help you inside and take a look at you."

"Sister Sixian, please enjoy your meal and don't be shy! Make yourself at home, sit wherever you like, and feel free to look around!" Shen Shaoting stood up with Lin Jingyi's help, and didn't forget to grin at Meng Sixian.

Then the two of them walked hand in hand into the master bedroom.

Chen Fei noticed that they had deliberately left the door slightly ajar, leaving a small gap.

The television remained silent, with only the warm yellow chandelier overhead dutifully casting a soft glow.

Chen Fei looked at the girl's lowered profile and her unconsciously tense shoulders, knowing he could no longer avoid her.

Lin Jingyi is right. Some things, if kept hidden, will only deepen the rift.

He stood up, his movements unhurried, and walked to the chair next to Meng Sixian to sit down.

"Sixian," he began, his voice gentler and more composed than usual, "You were... startled tonight, weren't you?"

Meng Sixian looked up at Chen Fei: "Well, it's partly my fault. I knew I wasn't good at handling those kinds of situations, but I still insisted on going, causing trouble for everyone. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Chen Fei shook his head. "Those people were inconsiderate. If you're not used to it, just refuse. You don't have to force yourself to please anyone."

"By the way, Chen Fei," Meng Sixian's tone suddenly changed, as if she had remembered something important, "After you saw that I added so many male photographers, what were your thoughts...? I feel that after adding them, I can't help but think about things I shouldn't be thinking about."

"Things you shouldn't be thinking about?" Chen Fei looked at her and asked gently, "Like what?"