Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 487 Dispute

He explained with a chuckle, "I happened to run into your group of friends when I went to the bar to ask for directions. After I confessed that I was your godfather, the girl's eyes turned a little unfriendly towards me. I figured it out as soon as I heard it."

"oh."

Ziqiao nodded silently. He knew that Meijia was a silly girl who couldn't keep anything to herself, so it was perfectly normal for her godfather to see through her at a glance.

However, he quickly realized something was amiss: "Godfather, it's not a big deal that you went to a bar to ask for directions, but how did you manage to get directions from all of them?"

Ziqiao glanced at Dumas, then asked hesitantly, "Godfather, back then... you weren't there to pick up girls, were you?"

"How could that be? Those twenty- or thirty-year-old girls are no longer in my consideration. Your godfather still prefers girls in their forties or fifties."

Seeing that Ziqiao's mind was still so sharp even after serving a year in prison, Dumas felt very gratified: "Who told you to post about your apartment, bar, and your friends on Weibo and blog every day? Of course I had to go and see what was going on."

He reminded him again in a deep voice: "I've always told you that people like us shouldn't have any extra traces or records on the internet other than clothes that attract beautiful women and carefully disguised skin, but you just won't listen."

"Luckily I'm your godfather. If your ex-girlfriend or enemies had seen you, they would have ambushed you and you wouldn't have had a place to run."

"Godfather, I don't have any enemies anymore."

Ziqiao chuckled and said, "Besides, if I don't share my life online, how would you know if I'm doing well or not?"

Upon hearing this, Dumas was taken aback, then pointed at Ziqiao and chuckled, "You rascal, your mouth is certainly more eloquent than before, but your eyesight has declined drastically in recent years."

He raised an eyebrow and leaned forward silently toward Ziqiao.

Alexandre Dumas lowered his voice and asked, "Before I came here, I really didn't expect that you would have dated such a fierce and domineering ex-girlfriend and even live with her."

"Ziqiao, it's not that your godfather is being nosy, but your ex-girlfriend seems like a difficult person to deal with. What are you thinking?"

Ziqiao was stunned by what Dumas said.

Is Mika fierce?

Of course she's fierce; in the entire apartment, if she gets angry, she's only slightly better-tempered than Yifei.

Is Megabox a strong player?

Of course she was assertive. She almost turned the tables and became the master of Guan Gu's life as his personal assistant. Even when Guan Gu went out to attend anime forums, Meijia had to decide what clothes he should wear, because she had to match her own clothes.

Needless to say, when she was a referee, she was the epitome of being decisive and even dared to argue with Yifei.

What Ziqiao found strange was that Meijia's fierceness was generally only directed at her ex-boyfriend, and her assertiveness was usually only reflected within the scope of her authority.

So how did Dad figure it out?

Could it be that... Dad has leveled up again?

For some reason, even though it doesn't really matter what impression Dumas has of Mika, Ziqiao still wants to explain it to her so that Mika can improve her father's impression of her.

"Dad, she usually has a sweet and cute style. Maybe she was too excited to see you for the first time and couldn't control her emotions."

"Sweet and cute?"

When Alexandre Dumas recalled Yifei's sweet and lovely smile, he felt it was almost sickeningly sweet.

Although that smile did look quite sweet and cute, it gave off a feeling of artificial sweetness, and just couldn't be sweet at all.

Moreover, Ziqiao said that Yifei, a girl with that style, usually goes for a sweet look, which Dumas would definitely not believe.

This situation could be due to either the lover seeing the beauty in the eye of the beholder, or Ziqiao wanting to help her improve his own feelings towards her.

Both of these outcomes indicate that Ziqiao is indeed deeply involved, suggesting that their breakup was exactly as he had predicted.

Alexandre Dumas became increasingly certain of his guess.

He sighed inwardly, feeling that if things continued this way, it was only a matter of time before his godson completely fell for him.

Indeed, love is like a battlefield. Even the strongest warrior will eventually be injured and fall to the ground if he stays on the battlefield for too long. But he did not expect that Zi Qiao, who was only in his twenties, was already on the verge of death from his injuries.

It seems that in this world of romance, only Alexandre Dumas could remain untouched by countless women for decades.

Dumas felt a sense of satisfaction, as if Ziqiao's love troubles made him feel that he was not old and that he could still navigate the world of love for another twenty years.

He glanced at Ziqiao and teased with a smile, "She doesn't seem to have lost control of her emotions. It must be that you told her some stories about our past adventures in the martial arts world, making her think that the reason you're a scumbag is because I led you astray."

Ziqiao was taken aback when he heard this. Had he mentioned his godfather to Meijia?

At least not in Ziqiao's memory.

However, his brain capacity is too small, and he probably already deleted such trivial matters as junk files.

Anyway, since that's what Dad guessed, he probably won't be wrong.

"The little girl is overthinking things, Dad, don't take it to heart."

Ziqiao waved his hand and changed the subject with a smile, "Godfather, how long do you plan to stay this time?"

Without hesitation, Alexandre Dumas replied, "I never consider such a boring thing as how long I stay in one place; it would only affect my anticipation and passion for that place."

"I came because I wanted to, and as for when I want to leave, firstly, that depends on my mood, and secondly..."

He patted Ziqiao on the shoulder: "Next, it depends on whether my proud godson is willing to take in his lonely and helpless godfather."

"Look at what you're saying! I'm overjoyed that Dad is here."

Ziqiao immediately got up and was about to drag Dumas's suitcase into his room.

"Dad, you can stay in my room for the next few days. I'll stay in room 3603 next door."

"Don't worry, there are guest rooms over at 3603, but the owner of the suite is a vengeful, petty, and obsessive-compulsive germaphobe, so I'll just have to suffer there."

As he spoke, he exerted all his strength and suddenly lifted Alexandre Dumas's suitcase.

Ziqiao had assumed that Dumas would have a lot of things in his suitcase since he was coming back from abroad, but when he tried his best to lift it, the suitcase was lifted lightly over his head, and he leaned back as a result.

Unable to maintain his balance, Ziqiao fell backward onto the sofa. He was carrying his suitcase in one hand and touching his back, which he had almost strained, with the other.

"What's going on?"

He looked up at Alexandre Dumas blankly: "Why is this suitcase so light? Dad, didn't you bring much back to the country this time?"

"Yes, I have."

Alexandre Dumas grabbed the briefcase beside him and patted it: "Although there's not much left in the suitcase, I still brought you some authentic Moscow sausages."

"Just sausages?"

Ziqiao was slightly disappointed. He thought that his godfather was doing very well abroad and should bring him some gifts when he came back.

The result was just Moscow sausages?

"Wait a minute."

Ziqiao finally realized: "What do you mean there's not much left in the suitcase? What happened to the things in the suitcase before?"

"Oh, you mean those things?"

Alexandre Dumas laughed and said, "I've sold all those things to your friend."

"What?!"

Ziqiao was shocked and dropped his suitcase, jumping up from the sofa. He had almost strained his back, and now he really did.

"what!"

Ziqiao clutched his waist in a disheveled state, leaning against the edge of the sofa.

"Ziqiao, are you alright?"

Da Zhong immediately stepped forward to help Zi Qiao sit down: "Why are you so surprised?"

What do you think?

Ziqiao looked up at Alexandre Dumas, his tone full of confusion: "Godfather, are you here to see me or to sell me something?"

"Of course I'm here to see my proud godson."

"So, did my friends upset you, or do you have a grudge against them?"

"No, there isn't any."

Alexandre Dumas smiled kindly: "Your friends are a group of lovely young boys and girls. Talking with them makes me feel at least twenty years younger."

"Then why did you sell them things?!"

Ziqiao's words carried a hint of reproach.

Alexandre Dumas sat down nonchalantly: "There aren't that many 'whys.' People in our line of work are good at finding potential clients around them. Isn't that just normal?"

"Besides, in our line of work, you have to keep practicing your skills and singing your tunes. If you don't develop this habit, you'll definitely become rusty later on."

"But they are all my friends."

"It's because they're your friends that I've given them very low prices, especially that young man named Zhang Wei, I practically gave him away for free."

Dumas also sensed the reproach in Ziqiao's words, and he said with dissatisfaction, "If it weren't for the fact that they are your friends, I would have sold them to them at a premium, let alone a discount."

"Besides, my stuff isn't contraband or counterfeit, so why can't I sell it to them?"

"But the things you sell to others are never things they can use."

"Maybe it'll come in handy this time?"

I'm coming

(End of this chapter)