Chapter 88 Give me a hug?

Feng Xinghe understood his thoughts.

Given the age difference between them, Li Mushi's thoughts were quite normal. He clearly understood many of Jing Ge's actions, and knew that many of her earlier intimate behaviors were not based on affection.

It was just a sliver of warmth she wanted to grasp during her difficult time.

It has absolutely nothing to do with romantic relationships.

If he had pretended to be unaware and accepted it then, how would that have been any different from seducing an innocent young girl?

He wouldn't stoop so low as to coax a little kid.

Feng Xinghe: "What's the difference between your offer of help and seduction?"

Li Mushi: "Giving her time to figure things out doesn't mean I'm testing her. Should I just ignore her difficulties?"

"..." Feng Xinghe was confused again. "What if she doesn't like him? What if she likes someone else?"

Li Mushi looked at his reflection in the teacup and said, "I wish her well."

Feng Xinghe: "What if she falls for you because of your help..."

Li Mushi interrupted him: "Then it's best if you like it."

Feng Xinghe: "".

“Am I a philanthropist?” Li Mushi stared directly at him with his dark eyes. “If she doesn’t like it today, she can dislike it tomorrow. But if she likes it today and doesn’t like it tomorrow, that’s not acceptable.”

Feng Xinghe: "You want her to figure it out, but do you think you do?"

“I know myself very well,” Li Mushi said. “I’m just afraid she doesn’t understand herself.”

The young woman is in her early twenties, an age when her love life, career, and life are all rather chaotic and confusing. He cannot rely on his experience to ignore these issues.

When she was with Li Zhan, her emotions were vivid and lively. She looked up to him and let him do as he pleased, as if he were some kind of elder who had to be respected.

Forcing it is pointless.

It's even less meaningful to repay a debt of gratitude with such kindness.

"......"

Feng Xinghe's lips twitched.

Isn't he still a philanthropist?

“Brother,” Feng Xinghe sat closer, “a man shouldn’t be going through menopause by thirty, right? Why are you so easily startled, like you have sensitive skin?”

He said playfully, "Did the little girl treat you like that, switching between hot and cold?"

Li Mushi pursed his lips, ignoring him completely, and picked up his teacup to take a sip of water.

Correction: "29".

Feng Xinghe's interest grew even stronger. He was genuinely intrigued that this usually unmoved Buddha had changed color, and he wanted to know how Jing Ge had managed to keep him in the cold.

"Hey, wasn't she calling you by your name all warm and friendly yesterday, chatting with you about poetry, lyrics, and songs?" Feng Xinghe guessed, "but today she's stopped talking about poetry and songs and is calling you 'Uncle'?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man drinking tea gave him a cold slap.

Feng Xinghe chuckled.

No wonder he's become so fragile now; he was tricked by that little girl.

Look at how they've been adjusted!

No wonder people say she's fickle, changing her mind constantly.

He may appear calm on the surface, but inside he's probably like a volcano about to erupt. However, the fire doesn't affect anyone else; it only torments himself.

He is already a very kind philanthropist.

Others come and go as they please, while he is like a concubine in a cold palace, waiting for the emperor to remember him at any time.

Feng Xinghe couldn't stop laughing.

Li Mushi said calmly, "His nose is crooked."

Feng Xinghe quickly stopped laughing and hurriedly touched his nose.

"You've gone too far!" Having discovered he was just lying, Feng Xinghe's pride, shattered from his service in the US, shattered. "How could you joke about my nose! How come that bullet lodged in your ribs didn't kill you!"

Li Mushi paused, then looked at him: "I plan to have the surgery done."

Feng Xinghe's jaw dropped: "I've advised you so many times before..."

“Hmm,” Li Mushi said indifferently, “I’m afraid I won’t live long now.”

Feng Xinghe: "".

Okay, okay.

Is he afraid that if the girl drags her feet, he might not live to see her again?

The sound of cheerful footsteps echoed outside the door, and the owner of the footsteps soon pushed the door open and came in, carrying several plush toys, her eyes sparkling: "The machines here are so easy to grab, you can grab eight out of ten with ten claws!"

Feng Xinghe almost laughed: "The customers who come here are probably quite distinguished, so we can't let them feel frustrated."

“...Ah,” Jingge said, bewildered, “Is that so?”

“Of course,” Feng Xinghe said seriously, “Distinguished people are more prone to setbacks and need to be encouraged appropriately in small matters.”

Jingge felt he was talking nonsense.

"My uncle doesn't know how. Are you saying my uncle isn't noble enough?"

Upon hearing this, the two men in their seats paused simultaneously, each displaying a subtle expression.

Feng Xinghe coughed once, then coughed again: "Your uncle... even if my brother is of noble birth, he's still a person, right? Besides, he's so young, of course he'll experience setbacks."

Li Mushi's gaze swept over him, conveying a warning and a sense of reprimand.

However, Jing Ge took these words to heart. Li Mushi was too powerful in front of her, almost omnipotent. She even subconsciously believed that the negative emotions that belong to humans would not appear in him.

In short, he lacks a sense of realism, making it easy for people to overlook that he is a flesh-and-blood human being.

"Uncle, is work not going well?"

Li Mushi remained calm: "No, don't listen to him."

“Nephew…Gege,” Feng Xinghe coughed again, “Although he is of a higher generation, we are actually the same age. Just call him by his name.”

Jingge didn't dare.

She might say it in private, but she wouldn't dare to do it in public, in front of his friends or family.

Feng Xinghe coaxed a child like a child: "Come on, start by changing me, call me Feng Xinghe."

Jing Ge licked his lips: "Uncle Feng..."

Feng Xinghe was so angry that the nose he had just made crooked out of shape.

What Uncle Feng? He just sounds like a middle-aged or elderly person!

"Forget it, forget it," Feng Xinghe stood up and left. "If you two keep making me angry, all the work I did on my nose will have been for nothing!"

As he passed by Jingge, he tried to take advantage of the situation and snatch one of the plush toys from Jingge's arms.

But before he could leave, Li Mushi swiftly pulled him back, giving him a very impolite word: "Get lost."

Feng Xinghe left, clutching his broken heart.

Li Mushi ignored him and handed the doll back to Jing Ge: "Want to play again?"

“I’m done playing,” Jingge said with a smile. “Aren’t you tired? Go home and rest.”

I was on a non-stop business trip and didn't even get a break when I got back.

"Not tired? Shall we go back to the dorm?"

"good."

Li Mushi drove himself, while Jing Ge carried the pile of plush toys and didn't say much the whole way.

After a long pause, Jing Ge whispered, "Uncle."

"Um."

"Li Mushi".

"Um."

"...How would you like me to call you?"

At the red light, Li Mushi stopped the car, turned to look at her, and asked, "How do you like to call me?"

Jingge wanted to call him a sly one: "I asked first."

“It was you who shouted,” Li Mushi said. “You are the subject, so your preference is more important.”

Jingge paused for a moment, then said, "If I want to hug you, the subject is still me. My liking is more important, right?"

"......"

The sound of the seatbelt being unbuckled made the girl in the passenger seat half-raise herself, and as she snuggled closer, her long hair brushed against his face, and she unexpectedly fell into his arms.

She whispered to him, "Binyu, can you move a little and hug me back?"