Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 163 Goodnight

When Nanfeng came upstairs carrying bags of takeout, the three childish kids had already pretended that nothing had happened.

Yifei and the other two were clearly trying to keep it from me, but they must have overlooked one thing: the vertical distance from the first floor to the sixth floor is actually not that far.

Nanfeng was touched by Yifei and the other two's willingness to help him, but he still thought they were a bunch of childish fools.

Only a naive person would think they can change things that are fundamentally unchangeable.

A person as strong-willed and proud as him would certainly not think that help from others would be effective for him, and Nanfeng never thought that he needed help from others.

Nanfeng is very satisfied with her current life, as for the so-called past that the three of them were talking about.

He doesn't care, and he doesn't have time to care.

However, since they wanted to keep it a secret, Nanfeng didn't mind pretending to be confused.

Although their plan, which was still in its infancy, was destined to fail, Nanfeng was also secretly looking forward to seeing just how far they could go.

Anyway, who knows when this so-called perfect timing, location, and people will appear? Let Ziqiao think about it slowly.

It's better to let him spend some of his energy on such meaningless things than to let him go out chasing girls all day long like a teddy bear.

So Nanfeng casually picked up the takeout and loudly announced to the three of them, "I'm back."

Upon seeing Nanfeng return, Yu Mo and Yi Fei became extremely uneasy, stammering, "Welcome back, Huan."

Their expressions were very strange, and you could tell from their eyes that they were full of guilt.

Given Yu Mo and Yi Fei's terrible acting skills, even a normal person with higher emotional intelligence than Zhan Bo would find something strange about them, even if they couldn't hear it.

Nanfeng sighed inwardly, "Your acting is so bad, how can I continue to pretend to be confused?"

Doesn't that make me look stupid?

When it comes to acting skills, Zi Qiao's acting is superb.

Judging from his indignant expression when he saw the takeout, his eyes were filled with longing for a luxurious seafood feast and resentment at his stomach being already full of sandwiches.

The acting was so realistic.

No, it seems like he was just being genuinely emotional.

That's fine.

Nanfeng pretended not to see Yifei and Yumo's clumsy acting. He put the takeout on the table, took out the food boxes one by one, and called the three of them over.

Ziqiao looked at the table full of food boxes and wished he could grind his teeth to dust.

"Abalone, lobster, king crab, sea cucumber, grouper, salmon... Can I go to the toilet to induce vomiting now?"

Yu Mo shook her head with a smile: "Zi Qiao, wasting food is shameful."

"But all this seafood is still very fresh, and the mantis shrimp is still moving."

Ziqiao pointed at the lively mantis shrimp in front of him with a resentful look on his face.

He is different from Zhang Wei. Zhang Wei considers it a gain as long as he gets an advantage, while Zi Qiao is a typical example of insatiable greed.

Seeing a large meal laid out in front of him, yet unable to eat it, the frustration almost drove him crazy.

Nanfeng gently kicked Ziqiao and ordered him around without any politeness: "So while these seafood are still fresh, hurry up and go to 3601 to get the electric hot pot. We're going to have a nice seafood hot pot dinner tonight."

Ziqiao was immediately filled with grief and indignation.

Yifei walked over carrying the puppy: "Ziqiao, there are some digestive tablets in the first-aid kit in room 3601. Why don't you go and take some?"

"Forget it, every medicine has some side effects. If I get acute gastroenteritis from taking it, you won't pay for my medical expenses."

Ziqiao sighed resignedly and slowly walked towards 3601.

When he brought the electric hot pot back, Yifei hugged the puppy and went over to it.

"Since you can't eat anything right now, you can have the braised pork knuckle. Don't forget to feed it."

Are you sure it needs to be fed again?

Ziqiao bent over and looked up at the braised pork knuckle's belly, which was rounder than his own, and complained, "Big sister, braised pork knuckle is a dog, don't feed it to me like a pig."

"Nonsense," Yifei retorted instinctively. "I clearly fed it to Zeng Xiaoxian."

"Oh……"

Ziqiao grinned mischievously: "So you've fed Teacher Zeng before?"

"Yifei, I never knew you and Teacher Zeng had such a sweet time together."

"Of course, that bitch actually dared to mock me when she first ate my fried rice, and her words were extremely rude."

"I was so angry that I grabbed his chin and fed him the whole plate of fried rice, spoonful by spoonful."

Yifei stared at Ziqiao, her smile both alluring and dangerous.

She said in a coquettish voice, "If I remember correctly, you, Xiaoxian, and Wanyu still owe me a chocolate fried rice meal."

"Do you want someone to feed you spoonful by spoonful right now?"

"Don't worry, whether Zeng Xiaoxian and I are sweet or not is another matter, but I guarantee my chocolate fried rice will be super sweet!"

"...Then I'll take care of the braised pork knuckle first."

As Ziqiao spoke, he reached out to take the braised pork knuckle.

While enjoying his meal in Yifei's arms, the braised pork knuckle seemed reluctant to leave Yifei's embrace when Ziqiao reached out to hug him.

It hesitated for a moment, then gently lowered its head and licked Hu Yifei's hand, making soft, sweet noises as it did so.

Yifei didn't realize what was happening at first. She asked in confusion, "Why are my hands so itchy?"

She looked down and froze: "Is it...is it licking my hand?"

"Obviously." Yu Mo smiled and winked at Yi Fei.

Yifei asked, both nervous and excited, "So does that mean the braised pork knuckle is no longer afraid of me, or even that..."

"It likes me a lot now?!"

"Obviously."

Nanfeng and Ziqiao answered in unison.

Externally, there's the mental pressure from Nanfeng, the big devil, who keeps feeding it dog meat hotpots; internally, there's Yifei's patient care, feeding and watering it when it's hungriest.

Given these internal and external factors, it's only natural that Jiang Zhouzi would develop a close relationship with and dependence on Yifei.

After hearing their answers, Yifei stood there blankly for a long time without moving.

Ziqiao tentatively waved his hand in front of her eyes: "Is she short-circuiting or has she crashed?"

Knowing Yifei well, Nanfeng silently covered his ears.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Yifei's scream pierced the sky, sounding exactly like someone scratching a blackboard with long fingernails.

Thankfully, Guan Gu and Mei Jia were both asleep, otherwise her screams would have been enough to attract everyone on the sixth floor.

Yifei quickly stuffed the braised pork knuckle into Ziqiao's arms, then rushed to Yumo and hugged her tightly.

"Yu Mo, Yu Mo, can you hear me? Braised pork knuckle likes me! It likes me!"

Yu Mo was holding Yi Fei's strong arms so tightly that she could hardly breathe. She raised her head slightly to take a deep breath.

Seeing Yifei looking like an ecstatic child, Yu Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she still hugged Yifei back.

"I heard you. The braised pork knuckle likes you very much. It understands that you treat it well."

Yifei had finally swept away the shadow of her past as a pet killer. She hugged Yu Mo and laughed loudly, "I knew it wasn't my fault that the pets died before, it was all because..."

"It's all because of Zhanbo!"

Yifei said confidently, "It's all because Zhanbo and the pet, the pet... the pet's fate and birth chart are incompatible!"

Yes, that's right.

"Look how well I took care of the braised pork knuckle tonight while he was away."

Yes, it went so smoothly that the braised pork knuckle almost suffocated in the white cloth.

Nanfeng and Yumo looked at each other in disbelief. A political education counselor was talking about destiny and birth charts with great confidence, which was really quite outrageous.

Ziqiao chuckled, "Zhanbo is really unlucky. He was working hard at the company, and then suddenly a huge black pot fell from the sky."

"You talk too much!"

Hu Yifei rolled her eyes at Ziqiao, but she was in a very good mood and decided not to argue with him.

Who told me to be so magnanimous?

Nanfeng took the electric hot pot from Ziqiao's hand, just as the hot water in the kitchen was ready.

He smiled at Yifei and Yumo: "Are you ready for a delicious seafood hot pot?"

"Ready!"

Yifei and Yumo rushed forward to help.

Only Ziqiao sat there holding a braised pork knuckle, the two of them, one human and one dog, stuffed to the brim like two resentful pigs.

……

"This is truly a delicacy."

Ziqiao sucked on his ten fingers and let out a satisfied burp.

This guy said he couldn't eat anymore, but Nanfeng and the others ate hot pot for more than an hour. Even though Ziqiao had almost reached the back of his throat from eating sandwiches earlier, he had digested a lot of it by now.

Regardless of how much space was left in his stomach, Ziqiao gritted his teeth and forced himself to eat a lot of seafood.

"Ziqiao, at the rate you're eating tonight, you'll be at least three pounds heavier when you wake up tomorrow."

Even when faced with a luxurious seafood hot pot, Yu Mo dared not eat too much in order to maintain her figure, and resolutely stopped eating after only half of it.

Eat up, eat up, you'll get so fat!

She felt both envious and jealous of Ziqiao's hearty way of eating.

However, the one who ate the most tonight wasn't Ziqiao.

Yu Mo turned her head and stared in awe at the mountain of seafood shells piled up next to Yi Fei.

Yifei is a martial artist, so she naturally eats a lot and expends a lot of energy. In addition, she was in a great mood tonight, so she immediately let loose and stopped restraining herself.

Tonight's seafood hotpot meal was more than what the other three people combined ate by herself.

Yifei took a big gulp of cola and exclaimed contentedly, "That feels great!"

Now 3603 has three pigs, which is truly a cause for celebration.

"Has everyone eaten their fill?" Nanfeng, the host, asked with a smile.

"I'm full."

The three of them were already completely satisfied, no matter how much or how little they ate.

With this seafood hotpot, all their hard work tonight was worthwhile.

Upon hearing this, Nanfeng slowly stood up: "Since you're all full..."

"Then let's clean up this mess in the kitchen."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already rushed back to the bedroom, and his smug laughter echoed in the living room.

"I ran much faster this time than you did last time!"

……

The three looked at each other, and each put their hands to their foreheads in disbelief at Nanfeng's childishness.

"Isn't it just asking us to clean up?"

What a childish brat!

"Does anyone know which time he was referring to last time?" Yu Mo asked weakly, her memory failing her.

Yifei's lips twitched, too embarrassed to explain further: "It must have been that time he had a cold and ate fried chicken and barbecue. We all ran away as fast as we could, so he's probably holding a grudge."

Although Ziqiao has a bad memory, he remembers those three days vividly and will never forget them: "That was more than a month ago, right? He remembers such a small thing so clearly, so his memory doesn't seem bad."

"He keeps memos, he likes to write and look at memos all day long, I don't know why."

Yifei craned her neck towards Nanfeng's bedroom and shouted, "You petty, vengeful thing!"

With a bang, Nanfeng walked out calmly.

Nanfeng's return startled Yifei, but she quickly recovered.

This guy's bedroom is decorated with the best sound-absorbing materials, how could he possibly hear people talking outside?

Otherwise, how could she dare to shout so loudly that he was a petty and vengeful person?

Now that she felt more confident, Yifei straightened up and asked, "Why did you come out again?"

Nanfeng ignored Yifei's question and casually asked, "When you were looking for the puppy just now... who searched my bedroom and turned it upside down?"

Ziqiao said with a blank look, "I did search for it. I admit that I messed it up a little bit, but I was in a hurry to find braised pork knuckle."

"Besides, I haven't looked through any of your important things, you're not going to blame me for that, are you?"

Nanfeng, with a calm expression, and Ziqiao, looking bewildered, exchanged glances.

After a while, Nanfeng returned to the bedroom without saying a word.

Seeing that Nanfeng's bedroom door was tightly closed, Yifei quickly asked, "What's going on? What did you do to Nanfeng's bedroom?"

"It's just a bedroom, and it's not like he's a beautiful woman. What could I possibly do to his bedroom?"

Ziqiao said dismissively, "He probably just wanted to go straight back to his bedroom and sleep, but he got angry when he saw that I had turned his bedroom upside down."

"That's true, both Nanfeng and Zeng Xiaoxian are a bit of a germaphobe."

"It's just that Zeng Xiaoxian's germaphobia means he has to clean himself, while Nanfeng's germaphobia means he has to have someone else clean for him," Yifei nodded and said.

Yu Mo asked, "Now that we're full, what should we do?"

"What else can we do? Let's start cleaning up." Ziqiao resignedly got up to get a rag.

Seeing this, Yu Mo and Yi Fei also got up to help with the work.

The three of them not only cleaned up the dining table and dishes, but also neatly piled up the things scattered all over the living room, waiting for Nanfeng to come out and put them back in their place when he had time.

Yifei originally wanted to go to the instrument storage room to help pick up the trophies and certificates, but Yumo stopped her.

Ultimately, trophies and certificates are just a vessel. As long as Nanfeng's inner conflict remains unresolved, those trophies and certificates that carry honors, no matter how neatly they are arranged, can only be hidden under a white cloth.

By the time the three of them finished packing, it was already midnight.

Nanfeng has not come out since she entered the bedroom for the second time.

After saying a brief goodbye to the braised pork knuckle, Yu Mo and Yi Fei returned to their respective suites to wash up.

Ziqiao put the braised pork knuckle into the shoebox and placed it back on the bedroom table. This time, he finally remembered to close the bedroom door tightly.

When he finished washing up and returned to the bedroom, the braised pork knuckle was no longer moving.

Ziqiao was startled and rushed over to check the braised pork knuckle's breathing.

"Damn, he was just asleep."

He breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the braised pork knuckle sleeping soundly in the shoebox. Ziqiao took out his own clothes from the closet to fill the space in the shoebox, and then took out a disposable towel from the guest room to cover the puppy.

"That way it shouldn't get cold at night."

As midnight approached and no one was around, Ziqiao finally stroked the braised pork knuckle's soft fur with a touch of affection.

"The night is so long, I never imagined I'd only have dogs for company."

"Although you caused a lot of trouble and even a huge problem."

"But it doesn't seem like taking care of you is that difficult."

"Perhaps one day..."

Ziqiao was halfway through his sentence when a wave of drowsiness washed over him. He patted the braised pork knuckle's little head, preparing to drift off to sleep with it.

Goodnight, braised pork knuckle.

……

Yifei hummed a little tune and walked back to 3601 in a very good mood.

Just as she was about to go back to her bedroom to get some pajamas and wash up, she saw a large black plastic bag tied to the bedroom doorknob from afar.

What's going on?

Yifei, completely bewildered, took the bag down: "It's quite heavy."

She turned on the bedroom light and glanced down at the bag.

After confirming that it didn't contain anything dirty, Yifei dumped the contents of the bag onto the bed.

A pigeon doll in a police uniform style, a fluffy rabbit pillow, an adorable Nemo toy, and an exquisite squirrel figurine.

There was also an exquisite crystal ball that almost rolled under the bed; inside the crystal ball was a small money tree.

Yifei was stunned for a moment, then her eyes reddened.

"Warhawk, Feifeifei, Nemo, Gousheng, Wangcai..."

Looking at the faint clip marks on the fluffy bunny pillow, she immediately knew what the long clip, which was longer than an arm, was for.

At that moment, the radio in Yifei's bedroom, which always listened to a certain program without fail, finally started ringing.

Welcome to "Your Moon, My Heart." I'm Zeng Xiaoxian, the perfect man.

There exists a kind of emotion in the world that is both a self-chosen familial bond and a love devoid of desire.

It is the flower adorning a beautiful tapestry, and also a lifesaver in a snowstorm.

Friendship, such a simple yet deeply genuine emotion.

Friends, how common yet how extremely rare they are.

[This episode's theme is "Your Moon, My Heart," and before we begin, please allow me to express my sincerest gratitude to my best friends.]

Xiaoxian is extremely grateful for your help and companionship throughout all the ups and downs.

Xiaoxian has so much warmth and emotion that he can't express in words, so he can only say one thing to you all...

Goodnight, my friends.

Yifei spoke softly to the small gift on the bed.

End of "My Friends"

Here it comes! The end of the year is approaching, and I had some things to take care of, so I'm only posting this now. Sorry!

That's all for tonight's update. This chapter is now finished, and I need to think carefully about the plot for the next chapter.

There don't seem to be many funny moments in the "My Friends" chapter. Pigeon has been trying her best to make this chapter very interesting, but perhaps the "Battle for the White Dragon" was too exciting and Pigeon hasn't adjusted yet.

Fortunately, this chapter has covered everything that needed to be written: Ziqiao, Yifei, and of course, Yumo and Nanfeng.

Most importantly, Nanfeng's personal storyline is finally starting to unfold, helping Nanfeng's team to take shape. Hooray!

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