Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

At 6:30 p.m., Raymond Lam drove his GL8 to pick up his girlfriend.

Song Yan was wearing a white sweatshirt, white jeans, and canvas shoes. Her hair was loose, and her lips were glossy.

Liu Jiaqi was dressed in all black, with a black shirt, black pants, and black sneakers, and her hair was tied in a high ponytail.

She and Song Yan standing together looked like a white swan and a black swan.

Liu Chengcheng was the most casual, wearing gray sweatpants, a white T-shirt, and a denim jacket, with a backpack bulging out of its contents.

The three people got into the car, and the back seat was packed.

Lin Feng glanced at them in the rearview mirror: "I'll open a stock account for each of you, 100,000 yuan each. Learn to trade stocks yourselves, read financial news every day, and pay attention to global developments."

Lin Feng is going to start cultivating their financial awareness, including their investment mindset and the habit of analyzing the market environment.

The three women were stunned at the same time.

Liu Chengcheng was the first to react: "One hundred thousand? What if we lose money?"

"If we lose money, it's on me. If we make money, it's all yours."

Song Yan's eyes lit up: "Then I want to buy Moutai."

Lin Feng chuckled: "You're better at managing a household than your mother."

Liu Jiaqi didn't say anything, but the corners of her mouth were turned up.

Liu Chengcheng had already started doing the math: "Ten thousand becomes two hundred thousand, then four hundred thousand, then eight hundred thousand."

When he got to 1.6 million, Song Yan interrupted him: "You wish! Stock trading isn't magic."

The car stopped at the entrance of the alley where Grandma's house was located, and the three of them followed Lin Feng inside.

My maternal grandmother's house was a single-story building, with a few scallions and a small patch of chives growing in the yard.

There were several broken flowerpots piled up at the base of the courtyard wall, and patches of plaster had fallen off the wall, but it was neatly tidied up.

Grandma was squatting in the yard, fiddling with something, when she heard footsteps and looked up.

Lin Feng led in one, two, then three girls. Grandma was stunned for a moment, then stood up, laughing and scolding, "You little rascal, on vacation? And who are they?"

Lin Feng walked over and put his arm around his grandmother's shoulder: "Yes, it's vacation time. They are my classmates."

Grandma looked the three girls up and down.

Song Yan smiled and greeted, "Hello, Grandma."

Liu Jiaqi also called out.

Liu Chengcheng went straight up and took her grandmother's arm: "Grandma, you're in good health! I'm Liu Chengcheng, Lin Feng's classmate."

Grandma, with Liu Chengcheng holding her arm, smiled broadly and pulled her into the house, saying, "Come in, come in, it's cold outside."

Song Yan and Liu Jiaqi followed behind.

Raymond Lam was the last to enter the house.

Grandma has already started rummaging through drawers and cupboards looking for things.

Before long, peanuts, melon seeds, candy, and an unopened box of biscuits were laid out on the coffee table.

Liu Chengcheng sat on the sofa, cracking sunflower seeds and chatting animatedly with her grandmother. "Grandma, you don't look sixty at all!"

"Grandma, how many years have you lived in this house? It looks older than my mom."

"Grandma, do you know how to make sweet and sour pork? My mom's isn't very good at it, Grandma, can you make it for me?"

Song Yan and Liu Jiaqi sat on the side, both with smiles on their faces.

Song Yan whispered to Lin Feng, "Won't your grandma get dizzy from Liu Chengcheng's noise?"

Raymond Lam said, "It's not that bad, look how happy she is."

After chatting for a while, Grandma went into the kitchen to cook.

Liu Chengcheng followed her in to help, but her grandmother chased her out, saying, "Go out and play, don't set the kitchen on fire."

Liu Chengcheng looked aggrieved: "Grandma, I can cook."

Grandma said, "You don't need to cook, just know how to eat."

Liu Chengcheng slunk out.

Soon, the sound of vegetables being put into the pot filled the air, and the aroma of scallions filled the entire yard.

Lin Feng stood in the courtyard, looking at the gray sky, and took out his phone.

Shen Yutong sent a message: "I'm home. I missed you so much."

He replied, "Yeah, I miss you too."

Zhang Min's message: "Are you coming home for dinner tonight?"

He replied, "I'm not going back. I'm at my grandma's house."

Tiger's message: "I've made an appointment with Li Qiang. See you at the online entertainment center tomorrow at 3 PM."

He replied with a single word: "Okay."

From the kitchen, Grandma called out, "Get the bowls and chopsticks! Dinner's ready!"

Lin Feng put away his phone and went inside.

The coffee table was moved aside and replaced with a folding round table, on which several dishes were already laid out.

Sweet and sour pork, stewed pork ribs with pickled cabbage, stewed chicken with mushrooms, stewed catfish with tofu, stir-fried potatoes, green peppers, and eggplant, and stir-fried pork with chili peppers.

At the dinner table, Grandma looked at Lin Feng and the three girls with a smile on her face the whole time, looking very pleased.

Before leaving, Lin Feng secretly slipped 10,000 yuan into the jacket his grandmother often wore. It wasn't much, but it was a token of his affection.

Around 9 p.m., Lin Feng took them home one by one.

Each of them gave each other a kiss before getting off the bus, their faces showing reluctance to part.

After dropping them off, he drove his GL8 towards Jinxiu Jiayuan.

It was almost 10 o'clock when I got home.

Zhang Min was wearing a black silk slip dress that reached just above her thighs. She was leaning against the headboard reading a book about sales techniques.

The lamplight shone on her face, making her skin glow white.

Lin Feng took off his coat, washed his face, and crawled into bed.

Zhang Min giggled and said, "Hmm...you little rascal, you eat every day, aren't you tired of it?"

Raymond Lam poked his head out and said, "You're even tastier than braised pork, I can't get enough of you."

"You little rascal, I'll let you eat your fill today."

Soon, the sound of lovemaking filled the entire bedroom.

The bedside lamp flickered, casting a swaying shadow on the wall. Zhang Min wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice soft and gentle: "Be gentle, I'm still recovering from last night."

"Then stop flirting with me."

"Who flirted with you? It was you..." Before she could finish speaking, her mouth was covered.

Their soft lips pressed together, creating an intoxicating sensation.

Zhang Min's fair and delicate legs were gripped tightly by Lin Feng's burning palms. Her body trembled because of him.

Heartbeats resonate, breaths linger.

The air was filled with the unique smell of sweat and hormones mingling together.

Afterwards, Zhang Min pressed her face against his chest, wrapped her arms around his waist, her hair was disheveled, and her breathing was still a little rapid.

"What are your plans to do regarding Li Qiang?"

"I've arranged to talk to him tomorrow. After we talk, this matter will be over. He won't bother you again."

Zhang Min hummed in response, without looking up.

Lin Feng reached for his phone on the bedside table and sent Huo Shanshan a message: "I'll come to your place tomorrow night."

Huo Shanshan replied instantly with a single word: "Mm".

He put the phone back, hugged Zhang Min, closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.