Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 222 Yu Mo and Nan Feng's Ride

At the Sunny Day Bar, all six people except Nanfeng, Yumo, Wanyu, and Zhanbo were gathered.

"Super explosive news!"

Zhanbo ran over excitedly: "I just saw a really cool convertible sports car at the entrance."

He leaned against the sofa where Zeng Xiaoxian was sitting and said with an envious look, "I wonder when I'll be able to drive a convertible like this."

Upon hearing this, Mika excitedly replied, "Yes, we saw it too, it's very beautiful."

Zeng Xiaoxian grinned smugly, pointing frantically at himself and looking around like a peacock eager to display its plumage: "Come on, come on, ask me whose car this is!"

Everyone looked at Xiaoxian, who had his mouth agape and was gesturing with his eyes to ask him questions, and chose to ignore him.

"Sister Yifei, do you know whose car this is?"

Meijia turned to look at Yifei. She had barely uttered the question when she had already filled in the blanks with her own imagination.

"I think its owner must be a rich and handsome guy."

Curry Sauce suddenly realized: "So, after all this time, one of you was craving someone else's car, and the other was craving someone else's body."

"What nonsense are you spouting, kid?" Mika quickly covered Curry Sauce's mouth.

Guan Gu looked at Mei Jia with suspicion: "Didn't Teacher Zeng introduce you to five handsome male hosts before? You didn't like any of them, did you?"

Mika paused for a moment, then released the curry sauce and decisively replied, "Looks are only part of my criteria for choosing a partner. Actually, I value feelings a lot, okay?"

"If there's no chemistry, even the most handsome guy is unattractive!"

[In her inner world, Mika sobbed, clutching her rabbit doll.]

Okay, I admit it.

[It's because none of these handsome guys were interested in me.]

They said they were already exhausted from work and didn't want to have to correct their children's multiplication tables after getting married.

[Knowing multiplication tables is impressive!]

[Waaaaaah...]

Ziqiao leaned back on the sofa, comfortably sipping his cocktail through a straw. He glanced sideways at Meijia and grinned, offering a silent sneer.

Would Chen Meijia say no to handsome guys?

It's already a sign of her being reserved that she didn't immediately say "come on" to the handsome guy.

Just as Zi Qiao finished sipping his cocktail and was about to mock Mei Jia, Zeng Xiaoxian, seeing the topic veering off course, quickly spoke up.

"Ask me! Didn't I tell you to ask me?"

Meijia scoffed, "Why would I ask you? It's definitely not yours. I see your gray Xiali every day."

Yifei grinned from ear to ear: "That's not gray, it's white, it just hasn't been washed in years."

Seeing everyone burst into laughter at Yifei's words, Zeng Xiaoxian had no choice but to reveal the truth.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I hereby solemnly announce that the convertible sports car parked at the entrance is indeed mine..."

"They borrowed it from me."

Yu Mo walked in with an elegant gait, leaning against the sofa where Yi Fei was sitting, and looked at everyone: "I've been living in Love Apartment for almost a month now, and none of you have seen my convertible sports car?"

"I didn't notice, and you didn't park your car in front of the bar before," Yifei said.

Yu Mo explained, "That's because I rarely use the car. It's always parked in the apartment's underground parking lot, and I only drive it out when I'm going to work."

"It wasn't because Teacher Zeng said he wanted to borrow my car to go to the TV station to make an appearance that I gave him the keys."

Zeng Xiaoxian scratched his head awkwardly.

Ziqiao gestured towards Meijia with his lip, finally seizing the opportunity to mock her: "It seems there are no rich and handsome men left, but there is a rich and beautiful woman."

"It's a pity some people's daydreams are just...tsk tsk tsk..."

"Lu Ziqiao, go to hell!" Meijia angrily threw a sofa cushion at Ziqiao.

Guan Gu looked at Xiao Xian, puzzled: "Teacher Zeng, this isn't your first time on TV. Was it really necessary to drive a convertible to make an appearance?"

Zeng Xiaoxian sighed, "How can they be the same? What time slot is my TV program on? And what time slot is 'Ruyu's Appointment' on?"

That was the prime time slot, and at that time it wasn't just "A Date with Jade" that was broadcasting live; many well-known pre-recorded programs would also choose to record during this time slot, as long as the venue, equipment, and guests could be arranged.

In industry parlance, this is called "jointly seeking good fortune" or "gathering auspicious omens," which is a form of metaphysics.

In other words, almost all the important figures in the station were there during that period. At that time, the parking lot would be filled with cars worth hundreds of thousands of yuan per person, so my drab gray Xiali was hardly presentable.

If Zeng Xiaoxian hadn't accidentally bumped into Yu Mo driving her red convertible, he would have wanted to rent a nice car from a rental company.

"Teacher Zeng, Teacher Zeng..."

Zhanbo patted Xiaoxian on the back and asked with a fawning expression, "Can I be your driver tomorrow?"

"driver?"

Zeng Xiaoxian looked at Zhanbo, wondering why someone would offer themselves up to be his driver.

Having a driver sounds prestigious, though.

Zeng Xiaoxian, who was very concerned about his image, immediately revealed a smug smile.

"Yeah, having a driver adds a lot of style."

Zhanbo clearly wanted to be the driver, but he struck a horseback riding pose: "Whoa... Giddy up, giddy up!"

Zeng Xiaoxian had actually agreed the moment he heard the driver's voice: "That makes sense. Zhanbo is very thoughtful."

"No problem, it's settled then."

Yifei glanced coldly at Xiaoxian and Zhanbo, then decisively rejected the idea: "No way!"

"Zhanbo, don't even think about doing anything funny. I know you just want to make a suggestive joke."

Yifei is particularly concerned about her only son. She advised, "You just got your driver's license three days ago and you want to drive on the road already?"

"To get to the TV station, you need to go on elevated roads. How could you possibly manage that?"

Although Yifei strongly objected, Zeng Xiaoxian, overjoyed, became more assertive and, despite Yifei's pressure, handed the car keys to Zhanbo.

Seeing Zhanbo's ecstatic joy at receiving the car keys, Yifei finally softened her heart.

However, she was still worried about Zhanbo.

"Zhanbo, you are our family's only son, and I have to take responsibility for you."

"Don't even think about driving alone tomorrow; I'll have to sit next to you."

Upon hearing this, Zhanbo sat down with a dejected look on his face.

"Speaking of cars, something suddenly came to mind."

Curry Sauce looked at the eight people present: "Including Teacher Nanfeng and Wanyu, there are ten of us in total. Everyone is going to watch Teacher Zeng's show live."

"So how should we allocate the tasks tomorrow?"

Guan Gu suggested, "Why don't the rest of us take the subway?"

"No need for that. There are ten of us, so we can fit in two cars. Those in car 3602, come with me. The rest of you, follow Zhanbo."

Nanfeng slowly walked in, twirling the keychain with his car keys hanging on it with his index finger. With his exceptional hearing, he had already overheard what had happened on the way.

He lightly kicked Ziqiao, who was occupying the entire sofa, and Ziqiao could only move his buttocks to make room for Nanfeng.

Nanfeng tossed the keychain spinning on his index finger high into the air and then caught it with a jolt.

"My new car just arrived, so let's drive over together."

Ziqiao asked curiously, "Is your car a convertible sports car?"

"Of course not."

"Then I don't want to ride in your car."

Ziqiao rejected Nanfeng's suggestion, pouting and saying, "I still think it's more prestigious to ride in a convertible."

"Okay, then you go to Zhanbo's side. Yumo, is it okay if you ride in the same car as me?" Nanfeng looked up at Yumo and smiled.

"You're asking a question you already know the answer to..."

Yu Mo muttered something under her breath, then smiled with a hint of coquettishness, "No problem, I'm getting tired of riding in my own car anyway."

"Then the problem of transportation is solved..."

Nanfeng suddenly stopped mid-sentence and looked at Zeng Xiaoxian with a strange expression.

"Did you... forget to roll up the convertible top?"

Zeng Xiaoxian smiled smugly: "Hmph, what do you mean by convertible?"

Zhanbo, standing to the side, was also helping Zeng Xiaoxian put on airs.

"But I just overheard people talking about why kids these days are so naughty, peeing in the driver's seat of convertibles..."

Nanfeng looked at Zeng Xiaoxian with sympathy. Judging from what he had heard before, Teacher Zeng's wallet was not well-off before the year-end bonus was paid out.

If you want to completely remove the smell from the interior seats of a convertible sports car without damaging the leather, then Mr. Zeng will have to spend a lot of money.

It's unclear how much he'll be able to recover from that kid's parents.

Zeng Xiaoxian didn't react at first; he was still grinning.

It wasn't until Yu Mo glared at Xiao Xian with murderous intent that he panicked and ran out.

"Don't worry, Yu Mo, I'll handle it perfectly!"

"Zeng! Xiao! Xian!"

Yu Mo stomped her feet in anger, but finally leaned helplessly on Yi Fei's shoulder: "I just lent him the car out of kindness, and what kind of mess did I make of this?!"

"It's okay, don't worry."

Yifei comforted Yumo: "Wait until Zeng Xiaoxian comes back, and I'll give him a piece of my mind."

Everyone looked at Yu Mo, who had a wronged expression, and they all seemed to want to laugh but dared not.

"Hi!"

Wanyu walked in: "I just saw a really nice convertible parked at the entrance..."

"Hahahaha..."

At this point, everyone could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

Looking at the crowd laughing heartily and Yu Mo with a resentful expression, Wan Yu was completely bewildered.

……

The next afternoon, everyone waited downstairs at the apartment building for Nanfeng and Zhanbo, the two drivers, to bring the car over.

As everyone eagerly awaited, a red convertible sports car slowly drove towards them from afar.

Slowly, slowly, slowly...

……

……

……

It wasn't until the red convertible was overtaken by a group of very young children riding bicycles with training wheels that everyone collapsed in despair, clutching their foreheads.

Curry Sauce muttered to himself, "I finally know how humans can outrun cars. All they have to do is have Zhanbo drive."

Although Yifei, with her fiery temper, was also very impatient, she was still quite satisfied with Zhanbo's sense of security.

"This is a residential area, so it's not a problem if the exhibition takes a little longer to open."

Ziqiao twitched the corner of his mouth. He was getting sleepy looking at the tortoise-like speed of the car: "Now I understand why the rabbit chose to sleep during the tortoise and the hare race."

"This slow pace is really hypnotic."

Ziqiao yawned again as he spoke.

"To be honest, I'm a little sleepy too." Guan Gu's eyelids also started to droop.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhanbo's red sports car finally stopped in front of them.

"drop……"

The sound of the horn instantly woke the drowsy crowd.

Yifei reached out and touched the flamboyant red sports car: "This thoroughly cleaned sports car is so clean! Zeng Xiaoxian, you must have spent a lot of money yesterday, right?"

Zeng Xiaoxian smiled dejectedly: "I don't want to remember."

"Teacher Zeng, do you pay for all the car washes yourself?" Yu Mo asked.

Xiao Xian sighed and said, "I've already reached an agreement with the child's parents. Their child is naughty, and I'm also responsible for not closing the convertible top. We'll split the car wash cost equally."

Everyone nodded.

They also knew that in this situation, let alone negotiation, even if they went to the residents' committee or directly to the police station, the outcome would be pretty much the same.

"call……"

Zhanbo was so nervous that he finally caught his breath. He turned to his head and asked, "How was it? Wasn't it cool of me to drive a convertible?"

"Uh..." Everyone fell silent.

They didn't even need to mention how slow they were going just now; Zhanbo's current grinning face made him look exactly like the silly son of a coal mine owner.

Just as everyone was thinking about how to praise Zhanbo, they suddenly felt a darkness before their eyes, as if the light in the entire sky had been blocked by an invisible wall.

Yu Mo and her group of nine, along with the red convertible sports car, were all caught off guard and enveloped by a massive shadow.

The group looked up in the direction of the shadow and saw a cold, steel behemoth appear before them.

"Wow……"

Here it comes!

(End of this chapter)