Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 495 The Meeting Between Ding Yuan and Dong Zhuo

On a summer evening, the sky gradually turns a gentle orange-red, and the soft, long sunlight shines through the sparse clouds, draping the earth in a golden veil.

Even though summer days are long and nights are short, and it's far from nightfall yet, the living room of apartment 3602 is already brightly lit.

Nanfeng's old-fashioned record player has been temporarily requisitioned by Ziqiao, and the melodious and soothing tunes flow out in the inseparable kiss between the hands and the record.

It was rare for Alexandre Dumas to take off his suit and put on an apron. He was plating the Russian-style feast he had prepared for himself, while reciting an unknown modern poem in a melodious tone.

"I drift in the dryness of autumn reeds for freedom, for the heart of a wanderer. I am caught in the swirling of flowing water and drifting clouds, and the rain falls every night."

"I am for freedom, for the gentleness of the past, and in sorrow I am fierce as the west wind. For the submersion of those I never thought of, I hold a handful of yellow earth."

"I brew a pot of empty wine for freedom, for the carefree spirit of a drunkard. For those I've said goodbye to, I live a freedom that I'll never see again."

"Dad, this is just a get-together with friends, not a date or a hookup. Why are you making such a fuss?"

Zi Qiao put down the game controller with a look of utter despair. Right in front of him, the large screen displayed the KO ending scene of his character being brutally defeated by Guan Gu's Mario.

"It's all your old man's fault. Your crappy music and modern poetry are really hindering my performance."

Alexandre Dumas gently lifted his slipped glasses with his palm and looked at Ziqiao with great disdain.

"I told you, in our line of work, you have to keep practicing your skills and your songs. If you don't develop this habit, even if you don't become rusty, you won't be able to react to emergencies later."

Guan Gu, who won easily, showed no mercy to Zi Qiao: "We sat here together listening to music and my godfather reciting poetry, how did I win?"

He put down the controller and made a mocking gesture at Ziqiao: "Don't make excuses, it's clearly because your fighting skills are too bad."

"If you're bad, practice more. If you can't handle losing, don't play. Before... no, before you weren't my match either."

Are you challenging me?

Although Ziqiao had already been swept aside by Guan Gu in eighteen rounds, he still stubbornly insisted, "If you're so capable, let's play another round. I'll definitely beat you in a second!"

Guan Gu shook his head dismissively: "Forget it, we've played more than ten rounds, and you haven't even taken away half of my health."

"That's because you were on fire today. If you're so capable, let Nanfeng come, and I'll definitely crush him!"

"You want Nanfeng to play fighting games with you? Ziqiao, you're shameless."

Guan Gu said disdainfully, "If you're going to pick on the weak, why don't you choose Teacher Zeng?"

Ziqiao curled his lip in disdain: "Nanfeng is still skilled, but he can't fight a protracted battle. Teacher Zeng's skill level is not even as good as Simple AI. It's better to hit a wooden stake than to beat him."

"Hey, stop badmouthing me while I'm away, okay?"

Xiaoxian, Meijia, and a somewhat absent-minded Wanyu had just arrived at the door of 3602 when they heard Ziqiao's mockery.

Meijia blinked her big, bright eyes and asked, "Yifei said that my godfather is going to treat us to an authentic Russian feast, is that true?"

Ziqiao gestured towards the kitchen with his lip: "Chen Meijia, can't you smell anything, and are you blind?"

"roll!"

Meijia picked up a cushion and threw it at Ziqiao's head: "Lu Ziqiao, your godfather is cooking over there and you still have the nerve to play games here."

Ziqiao clutched his head and shouted indignantly, "Dad said I was just making things worse by helping in the kitchen, so I came here to challenge Guan Gu! Chen Meijia, can't you be reasonable?!"

"snort."

Meijia ignored Ziqiao's protest. She turned around, greeted Dumas with a smile, and went back to her room to get her clothes and prepare to take a shower.

In the sweltering summer heat, all three of them came back from outside covered in sweat. Teacher Zeng and Wanyu had both taken care of themselves, but she was still smelly.

Xiaoxian and Wanyu also greeted Dumas, and then gathered around Ziqiao.

Xiao Xian put his arms around Guangu and Ziqiao's shoulders, and looked at Ziqiao excitedly, asking, "How was it? How was it?"

"What do you mean, how is it?" Ziqiao looked completely bewildered.

"I'm asking you, how did your match with Yifei go?"

"How is the battle going? Who won and who lost?"

Xiao Xian nervously licked his lips: "Let me tell you, Lu Ziqiao, I even made a bet with Hu Yifei to support you, so you absolutely can't let me down."

"Teacher Zeng, you've got it backwards, haven't you?" Wan Yu teased, having regained some composure. "You're clearly only supporting Zi Qiao because you want to make a bet with Yi Fei."

Xiaoxian said awkwardly, "It's all the same, it's all the same."

"Oh, so that's what you were asking about, Teacher Zeng."

Ziqiao shrugged and replied casually, "I guess you could say I neither won nor lost."

Strictly speaking, they hadn't even officially started the match, so it was a draw.

However, having just experienced the biggest social disaster in history, Yifei obviously wasn't in the mood to continue the competition, and this matter will probably just pass by.

"It's a tie?"

Xiao Xian was taken aback. He had thought that Zi Qiao would definitely beat Yi Fei in lying, but the final result was a draw.

This is far too hasty!

He asked anxiously, "No, how can this kind of match end in a draw?"

"And since you two are tied, what happens to my bet with Yifei?"

In order to teach Yifei a big lesson and also hear her praise him, Xiaoxian specially wrote a 30,000-word article these past few days. The entire article can be described as talented and eloquent.

He was just waiting for Yifei to lose the competition so he could throw this article praising him in her face and force her to fulfill the bet.

Is it a tie now?

Then all those words I wrote were for nothing!

Zeng Xiaoxian: (╯▔ dishes▔)╯! ! !

Ziqiao shrugged: "How else can we calculate it? It's a draw, no win or loss."

Although he didn't know what kind of bet Teacher Zeng had made with Yifei, he could understand his feelings very well.

Given Teacher Zeng's personality, he probably fantasized a lot about the glorious scene of slapping Yifei in the face these past few days.

That excitement and anticipation was like Teacher Zeng's feeling late at night, with tissues ready and panting as she scrolled through the progress bar.

As he eagerly awaited the climax, the power went out in the neighborhood.

That feeling of being stuck in the middle...

Gee tut.

However, given the current situation, everyone can only feel sorry for Zeng Xiaoxian.

In any case, Ziqiao asked himself honestly, and he knew he wouldn't dare tell Teacher Zeng about the blunder Yifei had caused.

Having extensive experience with social incidents, Ziqiao knew that if she mocked the person who caused the incident in front of her, she might not necessarily get into trouble.

But if I dared to spread the news of her death further, especially to her arch-enemy, giving him the opportunity to stand in front of her and ridicule her, the consequences would be...

Yifei is just a social media user; she's not really dead.

Since she didn't die, then the one who spread the news of her death must really die.

"Depend on!"

Zeng Xiaoxian felt extremely wronged.

This plot doesn't make sense. What happened to the promise that justice will prevail?

"Teacher Zeng, the world is such a wonderful place, why do you always have such a desperate desire to win over Yifei?"

Yu Mo walked in with small, quick steps, followed by Zhang Wei, Zhan Bo, and Curry Sauce.

"Hello, godfather!"

The group greeted Alexandre Dumas warmly as he worked in the kitchen.

Alexandre Dumas beamed, "Oh my goodness, this prison is full of miracles! How come there are so many beautiful girls and handsome young men, one after another?"

"Ziqiao, aren't you going to introduce me to your new friends?"

"Dad, this is Zhanbo, Yifei's younger brother."

"This is curry sauce, from my roommate. You should know Yu Mo and Zhang Wei."

Alexandre Dumas bowed slightly to the four people: "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Curry Sauce chuckled and said, "We're also very happy to meet you, Godfather."

"...When are we going to eat?"

"curry!"

Yu Mo tugged at Curry Sauce's arm and whispered a criticism: "You can't be so rude."

Curry Sauce clutched her stomach, looking quite aggrieved: "I wasn't being rude, I was just hungry."

"It's alright, it's alright. I like guests who have an appetite. It makes me feel that my carefully prepared meal was worthwhile."

Alexandre Dumas smiled kindly and said, "Wait a little longer for the curry sauce, it'll be ready soon."

"Thank you, godfather."

Zhanbo squeezed between Ziqiao and Guangu, laughing, "Are you guys playing a fighting game? Let me have a go at you!"

Guan Gu finally found a savior: "Zhanbo, come quick, Ziqiao is really terrible."

Ziqiao retorted stubbornly, "Who said that? I just wasn't feeling it today."

Wan Yu looked up and around, noticing that two people were missing: "By the way, where are Nanfeng and Yifei?"

Zhang Wei casually sat on the sofa looking at his review materials: "Nanfeng and Yifei seem to have gone to deal with the perverted scumbag at the swimming pool. They should be back soon."

Upon hearing this, Ziqiao's hands trembled slightly.

Yu Mo glanced at Zi Qiao, then asked knowingly, "Zi Qiao, you seem very nervous. Is that perverted scumbag at the swimming pool you again?"

Before Ziqiao could even speak, Nanfeng burst in with a baton in hand.

"Lu Ziqiao, you bastard, it's you who caused trouble again!"

Ziqiao, who was already on tenterhooks, jumped up as soon as he heard Nanfeng's footsteps.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and stumbled backward, stammering, "Nan, Nanfeng..."

Nanfeng shouted angrily, "You can make such a commotion just by going to the swimming pool, and you even dragged Xiao Hei into it."

"You come right here, and I'll beat you to death!"

"Nanfeng, it's all a misunderstanding!"

Ziqiao, feeling both scared and aggrieved, shouted, "I really didn't know those three were related. You can't expect me to check a girl's background before I even start dating her, can you?"

Nanfeng sneered, "I know it's a misunderstanding, that's why I'm here to teach you a lesson."

"If this isn't a misunderstanding, Yifei would be here with a kitchen knife, ready to chop you up, you perverted scum!"

"Enough with the nonsense. Tonight, you either get beaten to death by me, or you'll suffer a terrible fate when Yifei comes up here!"

Before he finished speaking, he attacked Ziqiao, who immediately turned and ran.

The remaining group looked at each other, then huddled together, fearing that if the city gate caught fire, they would be caught in the crossfire.

After all, Ziqiao only needed to escape Nanfeng's pursuit, but those of them who were just watching for fun had to think much more.

The two chased each other and quickly arrived at the kitchen area.

"Dad, save me!"

Ziqiao quickly went to Dumas's side for protection.

Dumas shielded Ziqiao behind him, then looked at Nanfeng with his usual kind and polite smile.

"Who are you, little one?"

"I am Ziqiao's godfather!"

Nanfeng realized his mistake after speaking angrily, and quickly took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"I'm sorry, Godfather, I was just talking nonsense. My name is Nanfeng, and I'm Ziqiao's friend."

"It's alright, it's normal for young people to like to recognize godfathers."

Alexandre Dumas extended his hand to the south wind and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dong."

Nanfeng was taken aback when he heard this, and then he laughed out loud.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ding."

The two shook hands politely.

Guan Gu asked curiously in a low voice, "What do Mr. Dong and Mr. Ding mean? Isn't Nanfeng's surname Chu?"

Xiao Xian chuckled and explained, "Lu Bu's godfather and adoptive father were Ding Yuan and Dong Zhuo, respectively."

I'm coming

(End of this chapter)