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

Chapter 31 I'll take care of you.

"Does it hurt?" Lin Feng asked, gently touching her swollen face with his fingers.

"Hmm," Zhang Min responded listlessly.

Has he hit you before?

Zhang Min didn't say anything.

Lin Feng knew the answer, and his movements became even lighter.

"I don't want to go back," Zhang Min suddenly said, her voice soft but firm.

Raymond Lam hugged her tightly and stroked her hair:

"If you don't want to go back, then don't go back. Whether you get a divorce or not is your business, but if you have nowhere to go, I'll find you a place."

Zhang Min looked up, her eyes reddening again, but this time she didn't cry: "Really? You don't mind that I'm a married woman?"

Lin Feng smiled faintly: "What's there to complain about? I should thank him for training you so well!"

Zhang Min smiled gently: "You're annoying, I'm not talking about him anymore."

"Um!"

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Zhang Min buried her face in his neck, her lips pressed against his skin, and said, "I missed you."

How much do you want to?

"You're in my dreams."

Lin Feng put his arm around her waist and said, "I missed you too."

Zhang Min raised her head and looked into his eyes. The two were very close, their breaths brushing against each other's faces, warm and comforting.

She looked at Lin Feng, her eyes glazed over: "How come you have so much energy?"

Lin Feng didn't say anything, but rested his arms on either side of her head.

Zhang Min reached out and touched his face, from his forehead to his chin, her fingertips pausing briefly on his lips.

Raymond Lam lowered his head and kissed her.

She made a soft "hmm" sound and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The rain was still falling outside, pattering against the windows. Inside, however, it was hot and humid, and the windows were fogged up.

The bedside lamp was on, casting a long shadow.

After a very long time, the rain subsided.

Zhang Min nestled against his chest: "Lin Feng, after a while, won't you lose interest in me?"

Lin Feng looked down at her: "Why do you ask that?"

"Because I'm older, I'll get old sooner or later, and I can't compare to those young girls. I can't outlive them."

Lin Feng pinched her cheek: "It's just a physical body. Everyone gets old, but our memories will never grow old."

Zhang Min didn't say anything, but tears fell down her cheeks, dripping onto Lin Feng's chest, warm and wet.

Raymond Lam said, "Don't go back."

"I'm not going back." Zhang Min looked up at Lin Feng, her eyes red but earnest: "Then will you support me?"

Raymond Lam laughed and said, "I'll take care of you."

"real?"

"real."

Zhang Min stared at him for several seconds, then buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled:

"You must have said that to other women too."

Lin Feng did not respond.

Zhang Min didn't ask any further questions, but hugged him and closed her eyes.

The rain stopped sometime ago.

Outside the window, Huanan County was wet, and the light from the streetlights shone on the waterlogged ground, reflecting a dim yellow hue.

The room fell silent, with only the sound of two people breathing evenly.

The morning light peeked through the gaps in the curtains, drawing a thin golden line on the white sheets.

Lin Feng woke up first.

The back of my head still feels a little swollen, and the stitches are slightly itchy, which means new flesh is growing.

Zhang Min was sleeping soundly, her face buried in his shoulder, her breathing even; she must have been exhausted last night.

Lin Feng looked down at her; she looked different when she was asleep than when she was awake.

When she's awake, she's always smiling, her eyes crinkling into crescents, her voice carrying a flirtatious edge, her gaze alluring.

When he was asleep, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was not at peace even in his dreams.

He reached out and gently stroked her brow.

Zhang Min stirred, nuzzling her face into his neck, and mumbled, "Mmm~ Don't tease me!"

Lin Feng didn't move, just lay there, staring at the ceiling, his mind starting to race through the events of the day.

Zhang Min needs to settle down first.

I need to rent her a place, close to me so I can take care of her, but not too close, because if the old lady sees him going in and out with a woman, she'll beat him with her shoe.

The World Cup is still a month away, we can't just sit around waiting, we need to think of other ways to make money.

Domain name, yes, domain name.

Although I don't expect the money to arrive this month, it's a quick way to make money, so I'll register a bunch first.

In 2006, Taobao had just started out, and Alipay had just been launched.

Many people don't know that you can buy things online, let alone sell things online.

In his previous life, he knew a guy in Beijing who ran an e-commerce business. Back in 2006, that guy made over 100,000 yuan a month by reselling phone cards and game points.

Phone cards, China Mobile and China Unicom's Shenzhouxing recharge cards, are sold at a 3% discount from the wholesale price and at a 2% discount online. The profit is 1% per order, and it can be quite substantial with large volumes.

Game cards, like those for Fantasy Westward Journey and World of Warcraft, are sold every day in internet cafes.

The key is that there's no need to stock up on goods. You get the key codes from upstream suppliers, list them on Taobao, and get paid for each one sold, resulting in fast cash flow.

Lin Feng thought about it more and more and it seemed feasible.

With a principal of 200,000, doubling it in a month is not difficult. Once the World Cup starts, his principal will likely increase further.

As he was making plans, Zhang Min woke up.

"What time is it?" The voice was hoarse, carrying the languor of someone who had just woken up.

"It's still early, you can sleep a little longer."

"I'm not going to sleep." Zhang Min propped herself up on her arms, her hair loose over her shoulder, the bath towel nowhere to be seen.

She looked down at Lin Feng: "What were you thinking about just now? Your brows were furrowed like an old lady's."

"How do you want to make money?"

"What's the point of making so much money?"

"I'll take care of you."

Zhang Min laughed and said, "You have such a sweet tongue! It's like you've been drinking honey all the time. You're so good at talking."

"Then try it and see if it's sweet."

Zhang Min lowered her head and kissed him, her lips touching his for two seconds before she looked up and said, "I couldn't taste it."

"That's because you didn't taste it carefully enough."

"You little rascal."

The two lingered in bed for another half hour. Zhang Min's phone was dead, but Lin Feng's was full. He glanced at it; there were no missed calls or text messages.

Song Yan didn't contact him, Liu Jiaqi didn't contact him, and Sun Xiaoli didn't contact him either. It seems he was appeased successfully yesterday.

Lin Feng tossed his phone aside, sat up, and started getting dressed. Zhang Min leaned against the headboard, the blanket pulled up to her chest, watching him get dressed with a lingering, affectionate look in her eyes.

"Are you busy today?" she asked.

"Yes, I'll rent you a place."

Zhang Min was taken aback: "Rent a house?"

"Do you still want to go back to that home?"

Zhang Min stopped talking, lowered her head, and gripped the corner of the blanket with her fingers.

"I don't want to go back," she said softly, "but I didn't bring anything with me—my ID, bank cards, clothes... they're all there."

"Go back and get it during the day; I'll go with you."

"What if he's home?"

"If he's there, I'll talk to him."

Zhang Min looked up at him, a hint of worry in her eyes:

"Don't fight him. He's capable of anything when he goes berserk."

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Don't worry, I won't hit him. I'll just reason with him."