Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 488 Father and Son Breaking Through Each Other's Defenses

"Something useful? How could that be!" Ziqiao replied without even thinking.

He felt that no one in the world knew his godfather better than himself, and that sales was not only a job for his godfather, but also his hobby.

Selling someone else the things they least need to that person is a quirky hobby and a source of pride for the godfather.

He likes to sell refrigerators to Eskimos, auction off tennis balls to Fiedler, and even though he could sell sea cucumbers, he insists on selling wheelchairs to football players. Now, his main business is selling fans in Russia.

...In short, if he said he sold some useful things to everyone in the apartment, Ziqiao definitely wouldn't believe him.

However, Ziqiao also sensed the dissatisfaction in Dumas's words, and he did not want this matter to affect their father-son relationship.

So Ziqiao patiently coaxed, "Godfather, my friends are all penniless, and you can't squeeze any money out of them."

"Besides, you're selling it to them so cheaply, isn't that a huge loss?"

Seeing Dumas giving him a strange look, Ziqiao quickly said, "Actually, I'm not very familiar with them, so please don't sell things cheaply because of me."

"How about this, I'll help you get your things back, and you can return the money to them."

"I know this place, Love Apartment, very well. I guarantee I can find you a bunch of rich, naive guys so you can make a fortune."

Dumas looked at Ziqiao with a wry smile: "Ziqiao, it's not good to use the tricks you use to coax little girls on your godfather."

No, absolutely not.

At this moment, Ziqiao certainly couldn't admit: "I just think it's such a loss for you, Godfather, to sell your good stuff to these ignorant idiots."

He was about to get up when he said, "Godfather, don't worry, I guarantee I'll help you get back everything you sold to them intact."

"You should also hurry up and refund the money. We don't care about the meager sums from these poor bastards."

"sit down."

Dumas calmly waved for Ziqiao to sit down. Although Ziqiao was unwilling, he knew that if his godfather didn't return the money, it would be useless for him to get the things back.

Pshaw, if he had known everyone would be fooled by their sugar daddy, he wouldn't have gone to see the swimsuit beauties. That way, he wouldn't have had to sacrifice poor little black guy.

Seeing Ziqiao obediently sit down, Alexandre Dumas sighed: "One hand pays the money, the other hand delivers the goods. The transaction is complete, and there is no further connection."

"You've forgotten all the industry rules; it seems you really don't intend to stay in this line of work."

"Ziqiao, I can understand if you don't want to do this job. I will also try my best to respect your choice to retire here at such a young age. But you can't break my rules."

"Besides, do you think your godfather is short of money?"

Ziqiao looked at Alexandre Dumas, his face filled with doubt and shock, clearly saying, "How could someone like us, father and son, who can't wait to hook up with five girls and book a hotel room seven times a day, possibly not be short of money?"

Oh.

Ziqiao nodded in sudden realization; it seemed his godfather was indeed getting old.

Its former glory is gone.

"I always feel like you're thinking some very presumptuous things."

Alexandre Dumas raised his head with a smug look: "I want to tell you that even though your godfather's hair is white, the rich women in Moscow love my white hair very much, and they all adore me to death."

"They're so crazy they're transferring money to my account every day. Your godfather doesn't need the money at all."

"What is 'People in Moscow: The Pampered Darlings of Domineering Rich Women'?"

Ziqiao simply couldn't believe that his godfather could actually experience a resurgence of fortune, like an old tree that has grown old again, taking advantage of every passing spring.

Just then, Alexandre Dumas's phone started buzzing. He adjusted his glasses, frowned as he looked at the caller ID, hesitated for a moment, and then hung up.

"It's Elizabeth again. That woman is so boring, she keeps pestering me."

Upon hearing this, Ziqiao immediately tensed up: "Dad, is that Elizabeth another Interpol agent?"

"Oh my, how could that be? What Interpol agent would be a young girl in her fifties or sixties?"

Alexandre Dumas explained: "This Elizabeth is a Chinese woman I met in Moscow who inherited a large fortune from her ex-husband."

"We had a very happy time together, and then she told me that she had fallen in love with me and wanted to marry me."

"Of course I ran away without thinking, but this stupid woman just wouldn't give up."

"After that, she followed me everywhere I went. I had no choice but to go back to China to avoid the storm."

"Oh~~~"

Ziqiao first nodded in sudden realization, then his expression changed, and he looked at Dumas expressionlessly.

"Don't be ridiculous, Dad, you're kidding me!"

"If you're determined to hide, I don't believe Elizabeth has the ability to find you."

"She follows you everywhere you go. Is she clairvoyant or clairaudient?"

He then pointed to Alexandre Dumas's phone: "If you really don't want her to keep bothering you, you should block her first."

"Could it be that he's getting old and has forgotten how to block someone?"

Alexandre Dumas fell silent.

"Or... I could block Elizabeth on all platforms for you."

Ziqiao chuckled mischievously and snatched Dumas's phone. He confidently declared, "Godfather, don't worry. I'm an expert at blocking girls. I guarantee this rich old woman from Moscow won't bother you anymore."

"No!" Alexandre Dumas instinctively stopped him.

"Hehehe..."

Ziqiao gave a smug smirk: "I knew you had some feelings for her, otherwise why would you play along with that cliché domineering CEO romance trope of 'you run, she chases, and neither of you can escape'?"

"So... does that mean Elizabeth really is a domineering rich woman?"

Dumas snatched the phone away, glanced at Ziqiao and said irritably, "You brat, you don't even understand the principle of not saying what you see through."

Ziqiao cheekily moved closer and closer to Alexandre Dumas, putting his arm around his godfather's shoulder and advising, "Godfather, although your sun never sets, we still can't defy objective laws. Look at you, you didn't have so much white hair a few years ago."

"Take your son's advice; you should find a place to stay."

Upon hearing this, Alexandre Dumas fell into a rare silence.

He never admits he's getting old and always feels young.

However, as time went by, he suddenly looked in the mirror and was shocked to find that his head was covered with white hair and his body was far less agile and nimble than when he was young.

Alexandre Dumas was unwilling to accept it, even less willing to face it, but he vaguely knew...

I guess I really am getting old.

Does this mean I really should find a place to stay?

Just as Alexandre Dumas was trying to think about this question for the first time, Ziqiao's sly teasing voice echoed in his ears.

"Besides, if you marry well, godfather, then as your godson, won't I also rise to prominence?"

The lingering melancholy in Dumas's heart vanished instantly, and he glanced at Ziqiao with a wry smile.

Alexandre Dumas had heard plenty of stories about how marrying off one's daughter could bring prosperity to one's entire family, but this was the first time he had ever heard of someone marrying off their godfather to achieve the same.

With that shamelessness... he really is my godson!

"Ziqiao, I haven't even taught you a lesson yet. You're so young, and you haven't even seen all the great things in the world before you want to retire here."

"But what you're doing, planning to send me to prison to live out my days like you?"

"It's an apartment," Ziqiao corrected again, "and the word 'serving a prison sentence' is too exaggerated."

"An apartment or a prison, it's absolutely impossible! Don't even think about it!"

Alexandre Dumas firmly stated, "My future holds infinite possibilities, and my path is forever filled with freedom and hope."

"I would never be like you, with your heart still wandering freely, yet you insist on locking your body up in a prison."

Alexandre Dumas looked intently at Ziqiao: "Ziqiao, do you really want to settle down here?"

"certainly."

Ziqiao shrugged upon hearing this: "Anyway, it's all about eating, waiting to die, and chasing girls. Does it make a difference whether it's here or somewhere else?"

"I'm not talking about your body and shell, I'm talking about your spirit and soul."

Alexandre Dumas leaned back on the sofa, elegantly crossed his legs, and asked, "Ziqiao, ask yourself why you chose to stay?"

"Is it because of your friends, or because of that girl?"

"If your friends eventually have to separate and start their own families, or if that girl finds a new life and happiness, would you still be willing to stay in this apartment, living the same monotonous life day after day?"

Alexandre Dumas sighed: "That's why I say this is a prison. Love and friendship are two strong shackles that tightly bind your freedom, leaving you unable to go in or retreat."

"Ziqiao, is this the kind of stable life you really want?"

Now it was Ziqiao's turn to fall silent.

Upon seeing this, Alexandre Dumas chuckled softly: "You haven't even thought it through yourself, yet you have the nerve to advise me to find a place to stay."

"If you're going to be a son, just be a son and don't try to educate your clever and witty godfather."

He leisurely got up and gently kicked Zi Qiao's trouser leg.

"Alright, stop thinking so much. You can't get the answer to this kind of thing just by thinking about it."

Dumas looked at Ziqiao, whose eyes were lifeless, and reached out to touch his forehead: "These things require enlightenment."

"Hurry up and help me put my luggage in. I'll take out the Moscow sausages and other local specialties and process them."

"We don't have time for lunch today, so we'll go to the supermarket to buy some more groceries after we finish lunch."

"Invite all your friends over tonight; I'll treat them to an authentic Russian feast."

(End of this chapter)