Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 100 Zhang Wei's Dream Moment

In Xiao Nan Guo, everyone had finished washing up and was dressed smartly, sitting around a large round table that could accommodate 12 people.

Even Zhang Wei changed out of his suit, which he had washed countless times, and temporarily put on Nanfeng's clothes.

The saying "clothes make the man" is mostly true. Although Nanfeng's clothes are not big brands or luxury goods, a man always needs a few outfits that can make a good impression when he goes out to do serious business.

These few outfits that were meant to make a good impression are now being worn by Nanfeng, Zhang Wei, Xiaoxian (who borrowed one for an audition), and Ziqiao (who is known for his shamelessness).

That bastard knows perfectly well that Nanfeng, with her obsessive-compulsive disorder, would never wear clothes that someone else has worn. Saying he's borrowing them is practically the same as taking them away.

In short, whether it was Zi Qiao, who was still recovering from a serious illness, or Zhang Wei, who was uneasy, their already good looks, combined with Nan Feng's attire, made them look radiant and exceptionally charming.

At least Yifei's gaze towards Zhang Wei was still very intense. When they were alone, she kept complaining to Nanfeng that she had such a good friend but hadn't introduced him to her.

It wasn't until Nanfeng told her that Zhang Wei had someone in his heart that Yifei finally put down her little thoughts with a regretful expression.

"I never imagined that last time we only needed to book a small private room, but this time we have to book a medium-sized one," Yifei exclaimed in amazement. "Do you think that in another year or two, when we both have partners, we'll have to go to a large private room for dinner?"

"Sis, is it possible that it's not that we both have partners, but rather that we..."

Zhanbo pointed to everyone present except Hu Yifei.

"What do you mean?" Yifei clenched her fist and said angrily, "Can't I have a boyfriend?"

Zhanbo didn't dare to reply, but just glanced at Yifei and sighed softly.

This sigh sounded just like their parents'; they always sighed with such sorrow whenever they talked about Yifei and Zhanbo's important life events.

The power of that sigh was far greater than any words. Yifei, feeling indignant, immediately wanted Zhanbo to experience again what true sisterly love meant.

"Alright, Yifei, don't be angry so late at night. If you keep getting angry, you'll get wrinkles around your eyes." Yu Mo said, trying to smooth things over.

Sitting on the other side of Yifei, Wanyu also said, "Feifei, we are here today to celebrate Teacher Zeng's birthday. It's not appropriate to get physical with him."

"By the way, how much longer until Teacher Zeng arrives?"

Yifei was just acting on impulse and didn't really intend to fight Zhanbo: "Zeng Xiaoxian told me on WeChat ten minutes ago that he was almost there, and then he hasn't replied to my messages since. He's probably still driving."

"Did Teacher Zeng pass the audition?" Meijia asked curiously.

Yifei shook her head: "I don't know. He always chats with me by typing, and I can't hear any change in his tone. He doesn't reply when I ask him."

Nanfeng and Ziqiao exchanged a smile: "Since Teacher Zeng still has the leisure to keep us in suspense, then we must have gone too far."

Zhanbo said happily, "Then will we be able to see Teacher Zeng on TV from now on?"

"Sure, but do you really want to watch Zeng Xiaoxian's TV shows?"

Yifei seemed to see Zeng Xiaoxian sitting upright in the studio, and she immediately shuddered.

This version of Zeng Xiaoxian is completely unfamiliar to me.

Everyone seemed to have imagined the scene that Yifei had envisioned, and they quickly shook their heads in refusal.

It's not that people don't believe in Zeng Xiaoxian's professional abilities, but the thought of seeing Zeng Xiaoxian on TV always feels a bit strange.

Especially since Zeng Xiaoxian's image as a slutty and irreverent person in the apartment has become so deeply ingrained, it's really hard for people to accept him appearing on television as a serious host.

Perhaps this is why you shouldn't get too close to public figures.

Just as everyone was thinking this, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Zeng Xiaoxian made a dazzling entrance, dancing a flamboyant tango.

"Hello everyone, dear viewers!" Zeng Xiaoxian was not only dancing the tango himself, but even his eyebrows were performing his unique eyebrow dance, vividly demonstrating to everyone what it means to be truly "eyebrows dancing with joy".

"I am Zeng Xiaoxian, the host of your most, most, most, most, most beloved TV program, 'Xiaoxian's Appointment'!"

Zeng Xiaoxian raised his hands to eye level and began waving them wildly.

"Let me hear your cheers as they gradually reach their climax."

Everyone: "..."

Sitting next to Nanfeng, Zhang Wei pointed at Zeng Xiaoxian's twitching, claw-like hand and asked in a low voice, "Is your friend always like this?"

"If you experience frequent hand and foot twitches, you should go to a major hospital for a checkup."

Although Zhang Wei was stingy, he knew that this kind of money should still be spent.

Nanfeng said expressionlessly, "It's nothing, he's just overly excited, it's just normal hysteria."

Zeng Xiaoxian waved his hands in the air for a long time but didn't see anyone at the table responding to him, so he could only put his ear close to the table in an extremely flamboyant manner, pretending to listen: "Let me hear your cheers, okay!"

As if waking from a dream, everyone disregarded Zeng Xiaoxian's extremely awkward entrance ceremony and clapped and cheered with great joy.

Congratulations!

"Teacher Zeng, you're amazing! I knew you could do it."

"Teacher Zeng, you are truly our idol."

……

The applause and praise from everyone made Zeng Xiaoxian's mouth almost stretch to his ears. He proudly pulled out a chair and straddled it.

"Today's audition was a complete success, and I almost crushed my other nobodies."

"Even Lisa couldn't help but ask me how I managed to improve my hosting skills so much in such a short time."

Zeng Xiaoxian laughed heartily. Meijia and Wanyu exchanged a glance, and each handed a bouquet of flowers to Zeng Xiaoxian.

"Teacher Zeng, these flowers are a gift from all of us to congratulate you on your career reaching new heights."

"Teacher Zeng, congratulations! You have finally realized your dream." Wan Yu thought of the banner in Xiao Xian's room and his stacks of professional books filled with notes and annotations, and felt genuinely happy for him.

"Hahahaha..." Zeng Xiaoxian held a bouquet of flowers in one hand, his entire set of white teeth shining brightly under the light.

"Thank you all for your support and help." Zeng Xiaoxian was beaming with pride. "Here, I want to thank everyone here, thank Nanfeng, thank..."

"Dude, who are you again?"

Zeng Xiaoxian looked at Zhang Wei next to Nanfeng with a puzzled expression.

Nanfeng explained, "His name is Zhang Wei. He's an old friend I haven't seen for many years. I just happened to run into him today, so I brought him along to your celebration. Is that alright?"

"Of course, no problem. Wouldn't it be great to have more people to celebrate with?"

After smiling and greeting Zhang Wei, Zeng Xiaoxian continued to thank everyone present in turn: "I want to thank Ziqiao, thank you..."

"Guan Gu, what's wrong with you now?"

Zeng Xiaoxian stared in disbelief at Guan Gu, who was sitting in a wheelchair: "How did you get yourself into this state in just one day?"

Guan Gu sighed, on the verge of tears, "This is a long story."

Zeng Xiaoxian became interested: "How about we start with some brief keywords?"

After thinking for a moment, Guan Gu said, "Drawing, Xiaomi, the splits."

"Sure!" Zeng Xiaoxian's eyes lit up. "What new movie is this?"

Guan Gu was taken aback, then looked at everyone with a dark expression: "Once my injuries heal, can I duel him, the samurai?"

Yifei frowned and tried to dissuade her, saying, "Isn't that a bad idea? What if you hurt him?"

Guan Gu pushed up his glasses: "I'm talking about the kind of samurai duel where the loser commits seppuku."

"Then what are we waiting for? Guan Gu, I support you!" Hu Yifei was overjoyed.

Zeng Xiaoxian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I was just joking, did you two really have to take it so seriously?"

"Whether it's that serious or not is another matter, but I mainly enjoy watching you commit seppuku," Yifei said with a smile.

"Hu Yifei, can't you wish me well for once?!"

Seeing that Yifei and Xiaoxian were about to start fighting again, Nanfeng tried to mediate with a headache: "Alright, today is a good day, can't we just have a peaceful meal together?"

Normally, Nanfeng wouldn't even bother trying to stop the two of them from arguing; she'd rather sit next to them with a watermelon and watch them fight.

But after experiencing so much these past few days, Nanfeng felt she really needed to catch her breath.

Arguments are only fun when someone's stirring things up. Now that there are so many people trying to mediate, Yifei and Xiaoxian have lost their enthusiasm for arguing.

The two exchanged a glance and each snorted coldly, clearly unconvinced.

Let's call a truce for today, and resume the fight tomorrow.

Yifei and Xiaoxian thought to themselves at the same time.

After Zeng Xiaoxian thanked everyone present, he asked Guan Gu about his wheelchair with great curiosity.

Although Guan Gu didn't really want to say much, Wan Yu and Zhan Bo, who hadn't gone to the cat cafe, were also very curious about the matter, so he could only cover his face and slowly recount what happened that afternoon.

"...Anyway, that's how things turned out." Guan Gu patted his wheelchair: "The doctor told me to avoid walking on my own as much as possible during this period, so Nanfeng and Ziqiao went to Xiao Hei to borrow this high-tech wheelchair for me."

"High-tech wheelchair?"

Although Xiaoxian was very curious about just how advanced the technology of this wheelchair was, the waiters had already started serving the dishes one after another, and soon the table was full of delicious food.

"Let's eat first, we can talk about anything while we eat," Nanfeng said, gesturing for everyone to start eating.

Everyone was starving by now, so they picked up their chopsticks and started eating, chatting, and drinking.

After a few rounds of drinks, Ziqiao picked up a bottle of red wine and said, "Everyone, I'd like to apologize to you all..."

Before Ziqiao could finish speaking, Zeng Xiaoxian interrupted him: "Alright, alright, Yifei already said all those apologies to us on WeChat, and we heard them all."

"If you keep going on and on about where you went wrong and how you should change, we're getting tired of hearing it."

Zeng Xiaoxian picked up his wine glass and stood up: "Good brothers for life. As long as you can change and are willing to change, we won't say any more nonsense."

"And maybe I should thank you. Without your ex-girlfriends, I might not have been able to overcome my fear of the camera, let alone become enlightened."

Zeng Xiaoxian patted his chest lightly, saying with lingering fear, "Now I understand what's so scary about the camera. Ziqiao's ex-girlfriends are the real terrors."

"Can you imagine what it felt like? A dozen or so ex-girlfriends surrounded me. I had to watch each of their expressions and movements like I was watching a camera changing lights, ready to interrupt them at any moment."

"That's terrifying."

Zeng Xiaoxian still trembles a little when he thinks about it, but after looking at Ziqiao, he still laughed loudly: "But the final result is very good. Now, as long as there are no messy ex-girlfriends to bother me, even if the audience is full of people and there are cameras in front of me, I will never be stage-frightened again."

As Xiaoxian spoke, he reached out and touched Ziqiao's wine bottle with his own wine glass: "Anyway, what's past is past. If you act foolishly again next time, we'll teach you a lesson then."

"Cheers."

The two clinked glasses and toasted each other. Ziqiao raised his wine bottle and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you all for your forgiveness. Otherwise, I would really have no face to face you."

Just as everyone was saying comforting platitudes like "It's okay" and "Don't worry about it," Nanfeng's sudden joke made everyone double over with laughter.

"It's okay if you're too ashamed to face us. If all else fails, you still have your butt, don't you?"

"Garfield..."

Ziqiao's expression froze instantly.

"Hahahaha..."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Once everyone had finished laughing, Nanfeng and Yifei stood up, clapping and calling to the others: "Come on, everyone, stand up! Let's wish Teacher Zeng's career continued success, wish Ziqiao a fresh start, wish Guangu's 'Love Triangle Cat' a successful publication, wish Wanyu a smooth job search, and wish..."

Nanfeng couldn't continue speaking, so he laughed and raised his glass of lemonade: "Looks like there are a lot of blessings to give, but it's okay, all the blessings are in the glass."

Cheers!

Everyone stood up, but Zhang Wei was still somewhat bewildered.

"Zhang Wei, what are you standing there for?" Nanfeng teased with a smile. "We can't all stand here and offer you a toast, can we?"

"No..." Zhang Wei shook his head hastily.

Ziqiao patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder: "Zhang Wei, don't be so formal."

"At least our meeting was so bizarre. If you don't drink this glass of wine now, I'll feel bad about holding you accountable for tricking me."

"That's right, you're Nanfeng's good friend, so you're all our good friends." Yifei raised her glass to him. "I think you're a pretty manly guy, so don't let me look down on you."

[South Wind's friend... If only I were truly South Wind's friend, truly everyone's friend.]

Zhang Wei sighed inwardly.

His current feelings are like when he left the orphanage and truly began to look up at the dazzling metropolis around him.

The shock, jealousy, resentment, and longing that Zhang Wei felt will never forget.

He was awestruck by this international metropolis, by the vast sky beyond that small orphanage, and by the fact that, beyond his own life, there were others living such glamorous lives.

His jealousy and resentment stemmed from his profound understanding that such a vast sky and such a glamorous life were something others could have from birth, but he might never be able to experience in his entire life.

His aspirations continue to drive him to work diligently. Although he may not need such a glamorous life, he believes that one should at least live a life worthy of being called human.

After so many years, Zhang Wei once again experienced the same shock, jealousy, resentment, and longing.

It turns out that some people are willing to spend time and effort to act out such a play so that their friends can become better.

It turns out that some people are willing to go to great lengths to throw such a celebration banquet just for a friend whose promotion opportunity is still uncertain.

It turns out that some people can be tolerant of their friends' troubles, mistakes, and faults.

While everyone was eating, chatting, and drinking, Zhang Wei listened silently the whole time.

He listened to everyone's playful banter and learned a great deal about them.

The more I learned, the more shocked I became; the more shocked I became, the more jealous and resentful I felt. But all that jealousy and resentment eventually turned into longing.

It turns out that the feeling of home isn't just something that family and loved ones can give you; friends can too.

Zhang Wei's deep-seated obsession with love suddenly faded considerably.

He was very grateful that he had taken the first step and borrowed eight thousand yuan from Nanfeng.

Zhang Wei was even more grateful to Nanfeng for showing him these things.

Even though all this wonderful thing in front of him felt more like a dream to Zhang Wei, and that the dream would end after he paid back the money tomorrow morning.

but……

Zhang Wei stood up, his voice slightly choked with emotion: "Cheers!"

But let me finish this beautiful dream first.

Here it comes! Double updates are expected to resume tomorrow or the day after.

I suddenly realized that I've already written ninety-eight chapters... Guess what fraction of the whole book I've written so far?

Looking back, Pigeon actually spent a month writing three chapters: "Harley Quinn," "The Ultimate Face," and "The Cat Cafe Rescue." And then those long three days of the storyline finally passed, thank goodness.

The story is longer with books and shorter without them, so the subsequent chapters may not be as tightly packed. Let's move on to the next chapter!

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