Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Japan

The little fairy pouted, secretly thinking to herself, "Knowing someone is knowing someone, not knowing someone is not knowing someone. What kind of answer is it if we say we know each other?" However, in front of this beautiful girl and the priest, she couldn't say it directly. After hesitating for a moment, she thought she would question this guy properly when she got back.

He's a womanizer. I have no idea where he gets so many female admirers...!

“Thank you for your explanation, Father Bernardo.” Charlotte twirled gracefully and bowed slightly to Father Bernardo. “It seems you have other guests to attend to. I’ll take my leave now and not bother you any longer.”

Lu Mingfei understood what Charlotte was saying. He knew Charlotte didn't speak Portuguese, since she spoke in English.

“Not at all, Miss Gauttingen. Your presence is always welcome at our parish,” Father Bernardo said with a nod and a smile.

Miss Kotingen?

Upon hearing this address, Lu Mingfei suddenly had a strange feeling. He felt as if he had heard this surname somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.

This feeling is like you feel like you remember something important, but you just can't recall it no matter how hard you try. And whenever you can't remember something, you get so anxious that you're constantly scratching your head and feeling very uneasy.

Lu Mingfei certainly remembered Charlotte's full name as Charlotte Gottingen; he'd seen it on Charlotte's passport. After the attack on the train and the crisis resolved, the young woman leading the group that followed to clean the train seemed to also call Charlotte Miss Gottingen.

However, Lu Mingfei was vaguely certain that he first learned of this surname not from Charlotte's passport.

Before he could even think of it, Charlotte had already gracefully passed by Lu Mingfei, leaning on her cane and taking light, delicate steps, leaving only a faint lingering fragrance in his ear. The clatter of her cane on the ground and Charlotte's footsteps formed a rhythmic cadence, steady to the point of being monotonous.

As Lu Mingfei watched Charlotte's departing figure, a question arose in his mind. He wondered where such a young and lovely girl had learned such a mature and composed demeanor.

As Su Xiaoqiang watched Lu Mingfei staring intently at Charlotte's departing figure, the stifling feeling in her heart intensified, and she thought to herself that when she got back, she would definitely write down Lu Mingfei's seven deadly sins in a notebook and then tell her best friend Liu Miaomiao about them!

Only after Charlotte's figure disappeared through the nave into the antechamber did Father Bernardo nod to Su Xiaoqiang, glance at Lu Mingfei, and say in English, just as he had spoken to Charlotte earlier, "Please come with me to the reception room."

As he spoke, he led Lu Mingfei and the others into the reception room next door.

The pastor closed the door from the outside, Father Bernardo sat at the far end of the table, and Lu Mingfei followed Su Xiaoqiang to sit down a little closer to the priest.

"You must be Chinese, right? May I ask your name?" the priest asked Lu Mingfei.

“Lu, Ming, Fei,” Lu Mingfei spelled out in English.

"Mr. Lu, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The priest smiled, then turned to Su Xiaoqiang and said:

"Miss Rosella, you've come to see me on the anniversary of your mother, Miss Gloria's, right?"

"Yes."

Su Xiaoqiang nodded, not surprised that the priest knew why he had come.

The Valentine family and Father Bernardo seemed to have a close relationship. Father Bernardo had officiated at her mother Gloria's funeral, and every year on the anniversary of her death, her uncle Louis would invite him to officiate. She saw this highly respected priest every year.

However, compared to two years ago, this priest, whose age was unknown, was visibly getting older, and time had left increasingly deep marks on his face.

Although Father Bernardo's eyes remained as clear and bright as ever.

"I'm sorry to trouble you to make this trip. Of course I've remembered such an important day. I've already had everything prepared for the ceremony."

Bernardo smiled and said, "Although I will be presiding over your mother's memorial service this year, next year these things will probably be handled by my apprentice Eric—ah, you should have met him already, right? He's the pastor who brought you in just now."

Su Xiaoqiang quickly shook her head, "No, Father Bernardo, you are still in very good health."

“You don’t need to comfort me, Miss Rosella. I know my own body, and lately I’ve been feeling myself getting older more and more.”

Father Bernardo sighed. “You don’t need to worry about such things. I’ve actually lived long enough. I’m practically your grandfather’s generation. I witnessed the birth of your mother, Miss Gloria, and personally baptized her with holy water; then I witnessed your birth; and later I saw Miss Gloria’s burial. Time flies. To be honest, I’ve lost count of how many funerals I’ve officiated at.”

It seems that once death is mentioned, the topic immediately becomes heavy, and even Lu Mingfei, who is good at talking nonsense, doesn't know what to say to break the almost stagnant silence.

Father Bernardo paused for a moment, then his lowered eyelids immediately relaxed, and a smile returned to his face: "I'm so sorry to have brought up this topic again—speaking of which, did you come to Santarém specifically to remind me of this?"

"Yes." Su Xiaoqiang nodded respectfully.

“I’ve received it,” Bernardo said. “Saint Martin’s Day is coming soon, the streets are getting busier and the churches are getting more and more crowded. Since you’re here, why don’t you take your boyfriend for a stroll around Santarém?”

"Boyfriend?"

Su Xiaoqiang was stunned for a moment. After realizing what Father Bernardo had just said, a blush immediately appeared on her pretty face. After remaining silent for a while, she suddenly waved her hand.

"No, no, no, no, that's not it." Su Xiaoqiang bit her lip, forcing a smile and waving her hand. "You misunderstood, he and I aren't..."

Father Bernardo was taken aback. "Huh, did I make a mistake?"

……

Chapter 221 Side Story: Xia Mi's Christmas Strategy (Part 2)

Lu Mingfei didn't turn on the room lights because he was afraid that Xia Mi was already asleep and that turning on the lights suddenly would disturb the little dragon girl.

But as soon as he stepped into the room, he heard rustling sounds coming from the bed. Xiaolongnu turned over in the darkness and looked at Lu Mingfei at the door.

"Is Senior Brother coming to take my temperature?" Xia Mi asked weakly.

An hour passed, and Xia Mi still hadn't fallen asleep. Lu Mingfei nodded to her, and Xia Mi turned on the bedside lamp, shielding her eyes with the back of her hand as she tried to sit up, but Lu Mingfei immediately tucked her back into the covers.

"No need to sit up, just lie still," Lu Mingfei instructed.

Xia Mi nodded, crawled back into bed, and looked down at Lu Mingfei's towering figure.

Lu Mingfei retrieved the thermometer and sat down beside Xia Mi's bed. A faint, sweet scent of a young girl, like a breath of spring in the crisp winter air, wafted from her. Lu Mingfei slipped his hand under Xia Mi's blankets, quickly finding her armpit and inserting the thermometer.

The effective measurement time of a mercury thermometer is ten to fifteen minutes. Lu Mingfei did not know how long the Dragon King would take to measure. He had previously taken an average of twelve minutes, and the result seemed to show that twelve minutes was just right.

In the past, when the two of them were alone, Xia Mi and he would always chat about trivial things to pass the time, but after the high fever, Xia Mi was clearly struggling to even speak.

Xia Mi stared longingly at Lu Mingfei, and the two of them waited like that for twelve minutes.

"How about it?"

Lu Mingfei took the thermometer out from under Xia Mi's armpit. Xia Mi was lying on the bed, her blankets torn and messy, pulling the blankets over her face. Her hair was scattered behind her head, and her beautiful eyes peeked out from above the blankets.

Xia Mi blinked pitifully, as if what Lu Mingfei was about to say was not her body temperature, but a sentence in the judgment similar to "execution in the autumn".

Lu Mingfei stood ramrod straight, gripping the mercury thermometer like a command token. This was the second time his temperature had been taken. What he was about to say concerned whether Xia Mi could go to the Christmas party at Shilan Middle School or had to stay home. The thermometer still held the warmth of Xia Mi's armpit.

"38.5 degrees," Lu Mingfei said, delivering his verdict. "Not bad, the temperature has dropped a bit."

Perhaps drinking more hot water really worked, because Xia Mi's body temperature finally dropped this time.

Lu Mingfei had been wondering if he should give the little dragon girl some ibuprofen if her fever continued like this. However, he wasn't sure if there were any differences between the human form of the Dragon King and the human body, or how many ibuprofen pills he should give the Dragon King.

Upon hearing Lu Mingfei's words, Xia Mi's eyes lit up as if starlight had flooded them. She immediately poked her head out from under the covers and said excitedly, "Then can we go to the school's Christmas party?"

"No."

She had barely finished speaking when Lu Mingfei immediately and righteously denied it.

"cut……"

Xia Mi immediately shrank back into the blankets, her exposed eyes blinking angrily at Lu Mingfei, looking a little angry.

"I think I'm all better now." Xia Mi pouted. "I haven't been back to school for ages."

"I haven't been back in a long time either," Lu Mingfei shrugged helplessly. "But why did you insist on dragging me to go winter swimming last night?"

After leaving Shilan Middle School, those unforgettable scenes that I thought I would never forget seemed to gradually fade away.

The playground where he took a photo with Liu Miaomiao, the gymnasium rooftop where he watched the sunset with Xia Mi, the library where he helped Chen Wenwen with the club magazine, and the stationery street outside the school where Xiao Tiannv confessed her love in the pouring rain. Perhaps it was because his current life was so blissful that Lu Mingfei was reluctant to leave. Living with four girlfriends was something he had never really thought about before.

Therefore, when Lu Mingfei returned to Shilan Middle School this time, he really wanted to visit his alma mater to reminisce. However, Xia Mi suddenly developed a fever, so he stayed at home to accompany her.

It was a bit of a pity not to see Xiao Mao's performance on stage, but in her spare time after BJ preparatory class, Liu Miaomiao often played the piano for them at home. No matter how you look at it, the treatment of a private performance is much better than that of a public performance.

Today's Boss Lu is a completely different person. In the living room of the small villa he bought in Beijing, there is a Steinway piano worth over a million yuan. He specially took Liu Miaomiao to Europe to select it and then had it airlifted back.

Su Xiaoqiang and Xia Mi, this troublemaking duo, often egged Liu Miaomiao on to play "A Girl's Prayer." Then Liu Miaomiao would bite her lip, blushing, and complain to Lu Mingfei. As a result, Su Xiaoqiang and Xia Mi would be successfully "replenished" with mana that very night.

"I didn't know I would get sick..." Xia Mi muttered sullenly, hiding under the covers.

Lu Mingfei turned around and put the thermometer back into the box.

Lu Mingfei was quite surprised that Xia Mi was sick. Logically speaking, the physique of a hybrid is already different from that of an ordinary person, let alone Xia Mi, who is the first generation of Dragon King.

Last night, after Xia Mi insisted on dragging Lu Mingfei into the river for a winter swim and successfully developed a high fever of 39 degrees Celsius, Liu Miaomiao asked Lu Mingfei if he should give his little sister Xia Mi some ibuprofen.

Liu Miaomiao was unaware of Xia Mi's true identity and thought that Xia Mi was just a mixed-race person like Lu Mingfei. Little did she know that this soft-hearted girl whom she regarded as her junior sister and sister was a true dragon king.

It's understandable that Liu Miaomiao couldn't have imagined it. After all, when Jormungandr was Xia Mi, she was a typical soft and gentle girl, a bit mischievous and willful, with a whole bunch of clever ideas. Her favorite thing to do was to act unreasonably towards Lu Mingfei. No one would associate the soft and gentle junior sister with the brutal Dragon King.

"You're recovering well. You should rest well. I'll come back to take your temperature later."

After Lu Mingfei finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave when Xia Mi called out to him.

"Senior brother..."

Xia Mi blinked her eyes, which were like scattered starlight, looking pitifully at Lu Mingfei.

In *Dream of the Red Chamber*, Lin Daiyu is described as "so sickly she surpasses even Xi Shi in beauty by three points." Lu Mingfei doesn't know what Lin Daiyu actually looks like. But seeing the usually clever and mischievous Xia Mi looking so sickly does indeed evoke a sense of pity.

No one could resist Xia Mi, especially since Lu Mingfei is currently Xia Mi's boyfriend.

Lu Mingfei turned around, and the two men met eyes.

"I understand, I understand, I'll stay with you."

After gazing at her for a long time, Lu Mingfei sighed and obediently sat down beside Xia Mi. He reached under the covers and took Xia Mi's slightly hot little hands in his.

"hey-hey."

Xia Mi's face showed a smug smile, but her eyes were shining with a happy light.

"Should we turn off the lights?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"close!"

Darkness enveloped the two of them once more.

After turning off the light, Lu Mingfei immediately reached under the covers and took Xia Mi's hand. Although Xia Mi always seemed mischievous and clever in public, only Lu Mingfei knew how much she loved to act cute.

Among his girlfriends, the one who loved to act coquettishly the most wasn't the gentle and reserved Liu Miaomiao, nor the sensitive and delicate Chen Wenwen, but rather Xia Mi, who liked to boss Lu Mingfei around the most. Next was the ethereal Su Xiaoqiang.

Sometimes when Mai and the others came to our house, there weren't enough rooms, so Lu Mingfei was forced to sleep on the sofa in the living room. Xia Mi would sneak out of her room in the middle of the night.

The moonlight was cut into several pieces by the huge French windows. Xia Mi would carefully tiptoe and step on the squares of moonlight, like an angel stepping on a staircase of moonlight, and quietly slip into Lu Mingfei's bed and snuggle in his arms.

Nighttime is when she is at her quietest. She is neither willful nor mischievous, nor does she move around. She doesn't say a word and sleeps face to face with Lu Mingfei, as if she is hugging a giant teddy bear.

Lu Mingfei, on the other hand, would watch Xia Mi's eyelashes flutter gently and count them one by one by the moonlight.

However, Xia Mi, who was ill, was unusually quiet. Xia Mi blinked at Lu Mingfei and spoke softly:

"Senior brother," Xia Mi said softly.