Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 59 The Collapse of Fantasy

Nanfeng laughed for a while, then burst into another violent cough.

Seeing Nanfeng coughing repeatedly, Yu Mo no longer cared about being angry at him for teasing her earlier.

"You weren't coughing this badly just now, what happened?"

Nanfeng coughed for a long time before finally stopping, and said weakly, "It's probably because my hands got wet when I was washing the rags, and that's why I couldn't stop coughing."

"Did you take your medicine?"

"You've already taken your medicine. How can you not take it when you're sick?"

Although Nanfeng ate instant noodles, fried chicken, and barbecue during her cold, there is a fundamental difference between courting death and wanting to die.

Yu Mo snatched the cloth gloves from Nan Feng's hand and threw them on the table: "Then you sit on the sofa and rest. I'll wipe the table."

Before Nanfeng could reply, Yumo had already pushed him toward the sofa.

After firmly pressing Nanfeng down on the sofa, she neatly tied her hair into a ponytail, revealing her snow-white neck.

"Do you have any rubber gloves at home?" Yu Mo looked down on the thick, wet cloth gloves on the table.

Nanfeng shook his head with a strange expression: "No."

"If we don't have it, we don't have it." Yu Mo could only helplessly put on her cloth gloves. She walked towards the kitchen and began looking around. "Where's the dish soap?"

"It's in the cabinet under the dishwasher."

For some reason, Nanfeng felt that their conversation was very strange.

Yu Mo bent down to take out dish soap from the cabinet. Suddenly, something occurred to her, and she asked curiously, "Since you already looked up how to clean the table on Baidu, how did you manage to make it look like this?"

"...Is it possible that I first wiped the table into this terrible state, and then remembered I could search it on Baidu?"

Yu Mo chuckled: "I thought you were so smart that you could think of everything in advance, but it turns out you're just a Monday morning quarterback."

Nanfeng pouted, about to retort, but then remembered that the other person was helping her clean up, so she had no choice but to give up.

Even though Miss Qin Yumo repeatedly told Nanfeng to sit on the sofa and rest, once she finished tidying up the kitchen and dining area, Nanfeng, who was too bored and never wanted to be idle, had somehow brought his computer from the bedroom and started working.

"You're sick, what are you still busy with?" Yu Mo filled a cup of hot water from the water dispenser and handed it to Nan Feng.

"The world won't stop turning just because you're sick, and neither will your job."

Nanfeng complained about his job like any other normal worker: "I don't know why, but the more sick you are, the more problems come your way."

"The residents' committee has been urging me for half a month to arrange the activities, but there has been no progress. However, today they suddenly handed it all over to me for approval."

"The official audiobook platform has made an additional request to our studio to dub several more recently popular novels, ideally with the dubbed chapters catching up with the novel updates within a week."

"It's amazing that they came up with this idea. I don't know which idiot leader from the client side parachuted in and gave us this requirement on a whim."

"If they hadn't paid so much, we would have fallen out with them long ago..."

The more Nanfeng talked, the more uncomfortable Yumo felt.

It's like having a friend you used to chat with, talking about everything under the sun, dreams, freedom, the vastness of the world, and the joy of living. But in the blink of an eye, when you look back at them, everything has changed.

The topics he talks about have changed from dreams and freedom to the mundane realities of daily life, and his sense of vastness and the desire to enjoy life in the moment has turned into endless complaints about life.

It feels like you're still stuck in the same place, while he's already evolved into a boring, dull adult.

"Are you doing these things every day now?"

Yu Mo's abrupt question interrupted Nan Feng's short complaint. Nan Feng looked at Yu Mo, his face full of confusion: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Are you doing these things every day now?" Yu Mo asked again, this time emphasizing her words.

Nanfeng vaguely sensed Yu Mo's thoughts and asked in return, "Then what do you think I should be doing now?"

"For example, for example..." Yu Mo was speechless for a moment.

"For example, continue traveling all over the country and continue to experience new and interesting things."

"For example, forming a parrot rap band, going to Antarctica to have a snowball fight with penguins, or experiencing bungee jumping with a parachute?"

Yu Mo nodded gently: "I always feel that you should do something more interesting, instead of wasting your time and energy on these boring things."

"But this is my job. Isn't it normal for work to be a little boring? Or is your job as a beauty consultant much more interesting than I imagined?"

Nanfeng stroked her chin, wondering if her "life is short, enjoy it while you can" attitude had left too deep an impression on her.

I encourage you to try new things in the world so that you can find something you enjoy, instead of crying and drowning your sorrows in alcohol all day long because of a man's betrayal.

Why do I feel like she misunderstood me?

Oh no, did I manage to fool her into becoming crippled?

"My job..." Yu Mo thought of her boss, who was not only brain-dead but also inexplicably confident, her sharp-tongued and jealous gossipy colleagues, and all sorts of strange and bizarre clients.

As if awakened from a nightmare, she shook her head in horror and disgust: "My job can no longer be described as boring or tedious."

"Then why are you doing this every day? Can't you find a more interesting job?"

"This is different!"

"What's the difference?"

Of course, we are different.

I can tolerate this kind of tedious, boring, and even torturous work, but you shouldn't be like this.

"In short, it's just different!"

You should be a free-spirited, unrestrained person, not someone whose bright and shining heart is wrapped up by the mud of life.

Only in this way will I long to meet a familiar figure on every frustrating and dejected night.

He will take himself to break all the rules and regulations of life and embark on an unprecedented and wonderful journey on every seemingly ordinary night.

Just like when I first met him.

However, Nanfeng shattered all of Yu Mo's fantasies with the most straightforward and realistic tone.

"I don't think there's any difference; everyone's just trying to make money."

Even though Nanfeng's smile remained warm and gentle, in Yu Mo's eyes it was like the most biting irony and sneer.

"You feel that I should be doing something more interesting instead of wasting my time and energy on these boring things."

"But Yu Mo, whether you're chasing your dreams and freedom or trying new things, the world won't give you any special treatment just because you're willing to try."

"On the contrary, pursuing dreams, seeking freedom, and experiencing all the new and interesting things in the world all cost money. You have to spend far more than you would in your normal life to pursue these spiritual gains."

"If you don't have money, no matter how free your mind is, you will still be trapped by your meager wallet and empty bank account balance."

Before he could finish speaking, Nanfeng felt parched. He looked at the distraught Yumo, picked up the hot water in front of him, and took a big gulp.

"puff……"

The next moment, the hot water in his mouth gushed out and sprayed all over Yu Mo.

Nanfeng coughed violently, and amidst the continuous coughing, Nanfeng's incredulous shouts could be heard intermittently.

"You're the one pouring water for people, are you?!"

I was so frustrated with the cardio that I had a headache, and I was so tired, but I managed to finish it before midnight.

Since I'm stuck on this, let's talk about something I want to say. The main text is short, so I'll add some words here to prove that I'm not unwilling to write, but just really stuck on this, hahaha.

The main reason for my writer's block is that this is a completely original story, which means I have to think about a lot more. Another reason is that I still haven't decided on the female lead, and I'm afraid I might mess up the boundaries.

I've been thinking about a question: what kind of person would make such an awkward protagonist let go of all his worries and fall in love?

Having written this far, I feel that Nanfeng has begun to have its own soul to me, and I've decided to leave this question to him and let him tell me the answer himself.

Also, don't worry too much about things like bruising; this book will definitely have a loving and heartwarming ending.

There's still so much I want to say, but I'll save some for my post-launch remarks.

In conclusion, thank you all again for your continued support and companionship.

Your friend, Sweet Potato Pigeon, is extremely grateful.

(End of this chapter)