"You're still in the mood to play around? You should be thinking about how to turn back into your original form, that's what's really important, isn't it?"
Feng Qifan tried to use the term "stable business" to describe the situation, and Han Lingxi, considering that she was living under someone else's roof—no, she was living under someone else's head—obediently listened and stopped talking, staying put in her pocket.
After Feng Qifan calmed his heartbeat for a while, they arrived at Feng Qifan's home.
Although Feng Qifan's family was very wealthy, his father cut off his financial support because he was too willful to return home and inherit the family business. This was meant to teach him that he would eventually have to come home no matter how hard he worked. However, Feng Qifan was very principled and refused to compromise. His father felt that giving him money again would be a sign of weakness, so he stopped giving him money.
As a result, Feng Qifan, a doctor, could not afford to buy a luxury house in the city center with his income, and could only buy a house of less than 100 square meters in a remote community.
Feng Qifan parked his car and headed home. He turned his head and saw Han Lingxi looking serious and on high alert. Such an expression seemed particularly incongruous on her face.
What are you doing?
Feng Qifan was amused by Han Lingxi's appearance and couldn't help but ask.
"I'm memorizing the way. If you're trying to kidnap me, I need to know how to escape."
Han Lingxi spoke with complete seriousness, utterly unaware of how the kidnappers would react if they heard her words.
"Then you should just give up. It's not worth exhausting your brain just to remember the way."
Feng Qifan said with a teasing expression.
Han Lingxi, after hearing Feng Qifan's teasing, tilted her head back and glared at him angrily, accusing him.
"Ding! Affection +10, Total Affection 30."
Feng Qifan remembered that Han Lingxi was terrible with directions. Every time he took her out, she would get lost and wouldn't let anyone tell her where she was. If you said anything, she would glare at you, just like she is now.
Soon they arrived at Feng Qifan's building. As Feng Qifan entered the elevator, he encountered an elderly woman from the same building. Han Lingxi, startled, quickly shrank into her pocket to cover herself completely. Feng Qifan exchanged a few pleasantries with the elderly woman before going upstairs. Seeing Han Lingxi huddled up, Feng Qifan breathed a sigh of relief. Letting others see someone shrinking meant something terrible was about to happen.
When they arrived at the door, Feng Qifan looked for his key to open it, only to see Han Lingxi angrily turning her head away and refusing to look at him.
"Why are you angry?"
Feng Qifan tugged at his shirt and shook it. He was afraid he might hurt Han Lingxi if he didn't use enough force.
Han Lingxi snorted and ignored him.
"Did your brain run out of steam before you even got to your doorstep?"
Feng Qifan suppressed a laugh as he guessed.
"You're the one who's brainless. Why are you so kind to others, but all you do is argue with me?"
Han Lingxi was indignant and turned around to say something very aggrieved.
Because you are different.
Feng Qifan almost blurted it out, but he swallowed it back. Feng Qifan paused, stunned. Different? Why different? Because she was his ex-girlfriend?
Feng Qifan dared not think any further. He hurriedly opened the door and went inside. Then he turned on the light, put away his coat and briefcase, and carefully took out Han Lingxi and placed her on the cabinet by the door.
Seeing Feng Qifan's absent-minded look, Han Lingxi smiled to herself. Sure enough, Feng Qifan still had feelings for her. She knew it. Feng Qifan cared so much about her being with him because of a bet with his friends, and of course, because he cared about her. If he were indifferent, who would care?
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