Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 124 - 108 Unless Not Under Control_1

Chapter 124: Chapter 108 Unless Not Under Control_1

How did this lacquer get stuck on?

Feng Yi looked closer and noticed another issue.

The cuffs of the sleeping pants were frayed and coming undone. If he hadn’t noticed the lacquer on the heel, he wouldn’t have realized the hem was torn!

And as his attention returned to himself, Feng Yi found one thing after another that was off!

His clothes were wrinkled as if they’d been rolled around haplessly hundreds of times.

However, wrinkled as they were, the cuffs were not frayed.

The sleeping pants were even more wrinkled and seemed to slip down slightly.

The hem appeared as if it had been forcefully broken through.

...

"Do I really toss and turn this much in my sleep?"

A myriad of suspicions flickered through Feng Yi’s mind.

He took a deep breath to calm his emotions.

He hiked up his pants and straightened them out a bit. Then he went back to looking for clues.

This mark on the wall was two meters horizontal distance from the edge of the bed, and less than one meter vertically from the floor.

On the mattress, near the end of the bed, which is where his feet would be when he’s sleeping, there was a bit of wall lacquer powder. This indicated that the lacquer on his heel wasn’t caused just now when he got out of bed.

So, did it happen in the middle of the night?

How?

The foot of the bed is nearly two meters away from the wall!

Feng Yi sat at the end of the bed, staring blankly at the curved scratch on the wall.

By the standards of Yue Xiu residential community, the current master bedroom on the second floor wasn’t that large. According to the original layout of the house when it was built, the master bedroom wasn’t this room, but the original owner had converted that larger room into a studio. After Feng Yi bought the house, he didn’t make any major changes either, as he didn’t spend much time on the second floor and hadn’t felt the need to adjust anything.

If the bedroom were arranged in that larger room, the foot of the bed would be even further from the wall.

But he’s sleeping in this room now. Even then, the foot of the bed is only two meters from the wall!

Even if he slept restlessly at night!

And even if, if, if he walked in his sleep!

What about the tool? What kind of tool caused this mark?

Did I kick the wall and scrape off a piece from it?

With the back of my heel? To peel off the wall lacquer and damage the structural layer, leaving such an obvious mark?

However, after turning the bedroom upside-down, Feng Yi didn’t find any further clues, and couldn’t deduce an answer for now.

After deep thought, Feng Yi decided to make full preparations tonight before seeking answers again!

I’m hungry.

He had already smelled the scent of the food from downstairs. It was just that as soon as he awoke and opened his eyes, his attention had been drawn to the mark on the wall.

He washed up quickly and changed clothes.

This set of pajamas was set aside by Feng Yi for now. Tonight, he would wear another set and compare their conditions tomorrow morning.

Stepping out of the room, he was greeted by an even stronger mix of smells.

The addition of five more people made things feel a bit unfamiliar.

Breakfast was ready, and the place was cleaned up and tidy, infusing a bit more sense of life.

The tall and sturdy Feng Bing came out of the kitchen.

"Mr. Yi, breakfast is ready. Would you like to have it now?"

Since Feng Bing was unsure about Feng Yi’s appetite, he had prepared part of it first, and the rest of the ingredients were also ready. If Feng Yi wished to continue eating, he’d continue cooking.

Regarding address, Feng Yi had emphasized it on the way back yesterday.

Their relationship was one of employment, not master and servant; no forms of address such as "master" or "young master" were suitable. Fancy titles won’t change the nature of their employment relationship. Some might enjoy that kind of charade, feeling superior, but Feng Yi had no interest in playing noble games.

The relationships between himself, Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, and the housekeeper were merely a particular type of employment relationship. Feng Yi was well aware of this and would not get carried away by such flattery.

During the one-month probationary period, Feng Yi had suggested they address him simply as "boss," but they found it too rigid. After discussion among themselves, they decided to call him "Mr. Yi" privately, and adapt according to the situation when outsiders were present, definitely using "boss" in formal circumstances.

Feng Yi knew their names, but in informal situations, the four indicated that using nicknames was fine.

And the nicknames were indeed "Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding,"—the housekeeper hadn’t lied.

"Good morning, Bing."

Last night, Feng Bing had asked if there were any special requirements for breakfast, and because he wasn’t familiar yet, he couldn’t tailor the breakfast to Feng Yi’s current state of health.

Feng Yi had told him to make whatever he liked.

Feng Yi wasn’t picky about food; he had no particular demands about ingredients or dishes, and he also wanted to gauge the culinary skills of the new chef.

He didn’t know which dishes prepared by Bing would suit his taste; if he found any particular favorites, he would ask Bing to make them again in the future.

Feng Yi sat down in front of the dining table; the tableware was already set.

There was only one set of tableware.

The housekeeper and others were not in the house, and the scents told Feng Yi that they had just left.

Placed on the table was a tablet, the screen displaying a message from the housekeeper, eloquently worded and with a hint of showing off.

Put simply, it informed Feng Yi: the housekeeper and the other three had gone to property management for paperwork.

More migratory birds had arrived here to winter, the southern region of Yue Mountain had instituted new ecological planning, and Yue Xiu community was a focal point of attention for the relevant departments. New residents needed to complete documentation, and also acquire access cards for community gates and so forth.

Feng Yi had left a message for property management yesterday, and the necessary documents that required his personal appearance had already been sent. The rest would have to be handled in person at the property management office by them.

Feng Yi closed the message displayed on the tablet, and the screen changed to the homepage of a news platform app named "Morning Post."

Feng Yi hadn’t found this application on his own phone, and upon looking closer at the app icon, it showed a butler holding a serving platter with a newspaper placed underneath the breakfast.