Chapter 27. Feng Xingyun gripped his phone tightly, his heart...
Feng Xingyun gripped his phone tightly, his heart churning with turmoil, and his brow furrowed involuntarily.
Zhao Yi's writing was so immersive that he realized he could almost perfectly capture every nuance, including the message from his father. He was now very annoyed with Zhao Yi and really wanted to go and fight him.
His dad was still sending messages, mentioning his love story with his wife, which immediately opened up a lot of things to him.
[Dad: But before we officially got engaged and started dating, I started paying attention to your mother without even realizing it. Now that I think about it, it seems like I was always watching her every move and always trying to do something secretly to get her attention.]
She sat in the front row during class, and I sat in the back. I would secretly watch her. Your mother was the school beauty, and she was also a good student. Countless men were pursuing her. Although I was the most handsome one there, my family wasn't well-off. Your mother married me penniless...
After writing a long essay recounting his love experiences, his father finally remembered Feng Xingyun's initial question and mocked him sarcastically.
[Dad: Do you really have someone you like?]
[Dad: This is truly shocking. I thought you were going to rebel and stay single for life. I should have made a bet with your mom.]
[Dad: Your mom said she went to the mountain last year to draw a fortune stick and it said your love star was shining. I didn't believe it at first, but it turned out to be quite accurate. Oh no, I'll have to hand over all my secret stash of money this time.]
[Dad: You good-for-nothing, you're not getting your allowance this month.]
[Dad: Forget it, you'll probably be dating, and the expenses will definitely be high. I'll increase your allowance to five million this month. Have fun with your girlfriend, be generous, and don't be stingy!]
Feng Xingyun finally sent a message in response to his father's monologue.
[Xingyun: She's not my girlfriend, and we're not even together yet.]
His father was speechless.
[Dad: Good luck.]
Feng Xingyun's feelings were complicated, a mixture of sudden enlightenment and bewilderment.
[Zhao Yi, a legal scholar: Why are you asking this? By the way, could you subtly inquire about what Liu Duanhe and I agreed to meet last time when we came to the basketball team together?]
Zhao Yi hesitated for a while before sending the message. After all, it had only been two days. On the one hand, he was embarrassed to take the initiative to contact Liu Duanhe. On the other hand, Liu Duanhe had said he would invite him to dinner last time, and he felt awkward urging him to do so, even though he wasn't there for the dinner.
Feng Xingyun's face was dark, and he was fuming.
Feng Xingyun: No.
Zhao Yi replied with a period.
Feng Xingyun was now completely unable to sleep.
The alarm rang at 1:30, but Liu Duanhe couldn't fall asleep because Feng Xingyun kept tossing and turning. His sleep quality was already very poor due to stress, and the two beds were connected, so if one person turned over, the other person could feel it.
It made him realize that distance makes the heart grow fonder, and now that they were too close, Liu Duanhe was in a very bad mood.
The other two roommates got out of bed first. Liu Duanhe lowered his eyes and put on slippers to get down from the small stairs.
Rationally, he knew they should understand each other, but physical exhaustion left him feeling weary and unwilling to speak to Feng Xingyun.
Liu Duanhe changed out of her pajamas, picked up her phone from the table. She only had class during the first period this afternoon, which was perfect. She could postpone the meal she had arranged with Zhao Yi the day before yesterday to thank her, and go eat after class. She could also ask for leave to stay in the dormitory.
Liu Duanhe had already packed her backpack before going to bed for her afternoon nap. After washing up, she had calmed down and went out to call Feng Xingyun, "Come on, let's go to class. Do you have anything to do after class?"
Feng Xingyun was a little nervous, but calmly replied, "I'm not busy today."
To save time and avoid being late, they talked as they walked.
Liu Duanhe explained his conversation with Zhao Yi when he went to change clothes the day before yesterday, "But you didn't mention to me that it was Zhao Yi who took us to the hospital at that time."
Feng Xingyun sat directly in a two-seater on the bus and pulled Liu Duanhe down with him, saying, "Forget about him, after all, you don't know him."
Liu Duanhe smiled enigmatically, “It’s not important, but we should still treat them to a meal to thank them. You can come with me after class.”
He took out his phone and messaged Secretary Wei, asking him to book a restaurant near the school and have the driver pick her up after the first class. It would be convenient to take Zhao Yi back to school since it was close by.
He instructed Feng Xingyun, "I haven't added his contact information. Send him a message and ask if he's free."
Although Feng Xingyun was unwilling, he knew objectively that it was reasonable. He could only regret asking his rival for help in the first place. He should have known better than to send his old car for modification, as it would have been more convenient.
He frowned, nodded, and took his phone out of his trench coat.
[Feng Xingyun: Do you have a class during the second period this afternoon?]
Zhao Yi replied instantly: [Law student Zhao Yi: No classes, what's up?]
Feng Xingyun sent him a message with a dark expression: [Feng Xingyun: Xiao He wanted to ask if you're free this afternoon, he and I would like to treat you to a meal to thank you.]
[Zhao Yi, a legal scholar: Wow, that's great, I have time!]
While Zhao Yi was pleased, she felt that Feng Xingyun's words sounded strange, with a sour and sarcastic tone. However, thinking of his perpetually grumpy face, Zhao Yi thought it was impossible.
[Feng Xingyun: After the first long class, wait at the main gate of the school. Xiao He's driver will come to pick you up.]
[Zhao Yi: It's so formal, I'm a little nervous.]
Feng Xingyun gripped his phone tightly, his eyes blazing with anger. What could be more infuriating than having your love rival invite your crush to dinner? Luckily, he could go along too.
Liu Duanhe knew Zhao Yi's feelings for him, so he didn't want to get involved with him any more unnecessarily, and chuckled as he hinted, "I know what I'm doing."
Feng Xingyun's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and turned to the side. "You know he likes you?"
He smiled and looked at him, "I'm not stupid. Do you think I can't tell who likes me? Besides, he's making it too obvious."
Feng Xingyun stared intently at him. "So, what are your thoughts?"
He was worried that Liu Duanhe would be as gentle and accommodating as before, and that Zhao Yi was almost certainly not someone he could give up on.
He even brought them together from complete strangers, which was pure aid to the enemy.
Liu Duanhe couldn't quite understand the nervousness Feng Xingyun was showing. Did Feng Xingyun make him feel insecure?
Perhaps it was because he made him feel insecure that Liu Duanhe softened a little. She gently patted his arm and said softly, "Of course I don't like him. I will subtly refuse him when we eat later. After all, he didn't say it outright, and I can't just point it out directly, or I'll seem narcissistic."
Feng Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief, but he still felt uneasy. His possessiveness was stirring. Who would like the person they like to be coveted by others, and not just one?
However, as long as Liu Duanhe is not interested in them, he still has a chance.
Feng Xingyun suddenly realized a blind spot: Liu Duanhe could have invited Zhao Yi to dinner alone, but instead of adding him as a contact, he asked him to pass on a message and even made sure that the three of them were together. Wasn't that a way of avoiding suspicion?
He even explained to him that he didn't like Zhao Yi. Could it be that Liu Duanhe also had a little bit of affection for him?
It is said that people always have a misconception that he likes me. Feng Xingyun wavered between whether he was narcissistic or perceptive.
Liu Duanhe was completely unaware of Feng Xingyun's internal dialogue, and was continuing to refine the new product plan he had come up with that morning.
Just as Feng Xingyun had predicted, dinner that evening left him feeling extremely annoyed. He sat down next to Liu Duanhe.
The private room was so big, it would be strange if everyone squeezed in to sit with Liu Duanhe. Zhao Yi was a bit shy, and he didn't plan to confess his feelings right now.
After all, it's said that confessing your love is the clarion call of victory. He hasn't even started his charge yet, so he doesn't have the guts to go up and die right now. Given Liu Duan and his record of killing a thousand men, he'll most likely be rejected.
Liu Duanhe still likes these shy suitors. They are the easiest to deal with. Usually, as long as you reject them after they confess, you can get some peace and quiet. They are unlikely to be as persistent as Chen Xingdong.
He handed the iPad to Zhao Yi, who was sitting opposite him. Today, he was wearing a black overcoat with straight shoulders, a crisp matching shirt, and a bright blue tie with silver stripes. He wore sunglasses on his high nose bridge, exuding a cold, restrained, and ascetic air. However, his smile softened the sharpness and coldness of his appearance. He said with a smile, "Please order some of your favorite dishes first. Thank you for lending us your car to take us to the hospital earlier. It was a great help."
Zhao Yi shyly twirled her fingers, hesitated for a moment, and then took the iPad. "No need to be polite. Feng Xingyun and I are friends. I'm just a driver, helping out with a small favor is nothing."
He took the menu and was shocked when he saw the prices. Goodness, none of them were less than a thousand. Okay, when he flipped to the main dishes and rice, the prices were more normal, around twenty or thirty. Of course, that was in comparison to the dishes. Just looking at the portions, the three of them would probably spend over ten thousand for a meal.
It wasn't until she witnessed his true spending habits that Zhao Yi realized Liu Duanping, despite his approachable demeanor, was actually from a legitimate wealthy family.
His family also runs a small business, but they can only be considered middle class, far removed from capitalists like Liu Duanhe.
The huge gap in family background was like a stick that woke him up. Perhaps some people are keen to climb the social ladder and aim to change their class through dating and marriage, but as a top student who was able to get into A University, he had a strong sense of self-esteem. He came back to his senses after his excitement.
After only briefly glancing through the menu and picking out two dishes that were unlikely to go wrong, he cautiously handed the iPad back to Liu Duanhe.
During the meal, Zhao Yi ate absentmindedly, only vaguely discerning Liu Duanhe's distant and dismissive attitude.
Compared to his dejection, Feng Xingyun was in a much better mood. He was pleased to find that Zhao Yi had inexplicably started to avoid looking at Liu Duanhe.
Even after finishing the meal, Zhao Yi still didn't know what the dishes tasted like. He was torn between cutting his losses and giving up in the face of such a huge chasm.
To make the refusal more thorough, after leaving the private room, Liu Duanhe, who was walking in front, hesitated for a moment before taking Feng Xingyun's large hand that was hanging by his side.
Liu Duanhe's first impression was of dry warmth, but after preparing himself mentally, it wasn't as unbearable as he had imagined.
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Author's Note: The sky has fallen! All the authors I've been following have mutated! How could this happen? I've read so many of their books, and I even had this new one saved for my collection. All I can say is, get it out of my favorites immediately! [crying emoji]
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