Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 705 Caring (Part 2)

"Tomorrow's star?"

Upon hearing these four words, a hint of fervor appeared in Xiaoxian's eyes.

However, he soon asked nervously, "But Lisa, aren't all the people listening to my show tonight here to hear gossip?"

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate? After all, we should still promote positive and correct values."

"Zeng Xiaoxian, are you out of your mind?!"

Lisa's exasperated voice came from the other end of the phone: "Why do you care whether they listen to your show to solve their relationship problems or to hear gossip and laugh at you?"

"This is an opportunity, an opportunity, you understand?"

Lisa taught him, "Remember Zeng Xiaoxian, no matter what the audience is here for, their presence is your good fortune."

"Whether you can keep them as loyal fans is your skill."

"Also, why haven't we been promoting positive and correct values? You handled it very well last night." He hung up the phone without hesitation in the face of a passionate gay listener's confession.

"Even the station director said that Zeng Xiaoxian is a good comrade and told you not to be influenced by the enthusiastic listeners' declarations of love."

Xiao Xian asked in surprise, "Even the station director knows about this?"

"You're lucky. There's a crappy TV series about brotherhood called Dante Above: I Am One Pool that's about to be released."

"The production team is struggling with how to spend money to buy trending topics in a way that doesn't seem like it was bought with money."

"As it happened, your situation arose, so they simply pushed you up first, fanned the flames, and stirred up trouble."

"Once this wave of popularity goes up, they can take advantage of it to get their TV series to the top of the trending searches."

"You can do that?"

Zeng Xiaoxian was taken aback. Wasn't the entertainment industry's schemes a bit too elaborate?

He looked up at Ziqiao, as if asking, "Did you arrange this too?"

Ziqiao shrugged: [Do you think I have that ability?]

Nanfeng's attention was on something else entirely: "【Dante Above, I Am a Pool】...this TV series title is pretty close to the truth."

Lisa's voice then came from the other end of the phone: "Zeng Xiaoxian, you don't need to worry about these things inside and outside the entertainment industry."

"You just need to know that this is a good opportunity, and you must seize it."

Lisa paused for a moment, then said, "I don't ask much of you, just make sure you don't end up at the bottom again."

After much deliberation, Zeng Xiaoxian finally chuckled and said, "Lisa, don't worry, I'll try my best."

"very good."

The two chatted for a while longer before Xiaoxian hung up the phone.

He looked at Ziqiao helplessly, while Ziqiao raised an eyebrow at him with a smug look on his face: "How about that? I told you I'd make your listenership skyrocket, didn't I?"

"It's a surge."

Xiao Xian said dejectedly, "But my show is about helping other people solve their relationship problems, not about letting people gossip about mine!"

"Who cares?"

Ziqiao shrugged: "Teacher Zeng, you have to understand that no one in this world cares how many emotional problems you've solved."

"What they care about is always your listenership, popularity, and how much sponsorship you can bring to the station."

"Look how great it is now."

He chuckled and said, "Everything is thriving and improving. Maybe this time you really will have a chance to be selected as the best radio host."

"Pshaw, don't try to fool me with your twisted logic and fallacies."

Zeng Xiaoxian pouted and said, "Don't worry, my brother Xian is a man of his word. I will cash in those hundred scratch-off tickets."

Ziqiao waved his hands repeatedly in refusal: "No way, I've already turned over a new leaf and I'd never touch gambling again."

"Teacher Zeng, you should just give us the cash instead."

"Fine, let's settle for cash then."

Zeng Xiaoxian felt a little depressed, but he didn't even know where this depression came from.

Clearly, the buzz has grown, and the listenership has increased, just as Ziqiao said: everything is thriving and booming.

But why is he unhappy?

Unable to understand, Zeng Xiaoxian shook his head, raised his glass and said, "Cheers! Let's celebrate my great achievement of breaking a record and being confessed to by a man in one night."

"Cheers."

Nanfeng nudged Zhang Wei, who was still heartbroken, and then raised her glass with Ziqiao.

……

In the evening, Zhang Wei, who had just gotten a replacement ID card, leaned alone on the balcony of room 3604, staring down at the last scratch-off lottery ticket in his hand.

"Oh, still sad?"

"With your mental state like this, how are you going to go to work tomorrow?"

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Nanfeng maneuvered Feixing's wheelchair to Zhang Wei's side.

He pointed to the wine and lemonade in his arms: "Zhang Wei, don't be sad."

"How about we drink to our hearts' content and get completely drunk?"

"hehe."

Zhang Wei, with a blank expression, grinned at Nan Feng and said, "This is truly the first time I've ever heard of someone getting drunk while drinking lemonade."

He turned away dejectedly, waved his hand, and said, "Forget it, I'm not in the mood for drinking right now."

"Hey Zhang Wei, just consider it a favor."

Without a word, Nanfeng shoved the bottle into Zhang Wei's hand: "Just consider it a celebration with me. I finally spent that awful 80,000 yuan."

"hiss……"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei felt a surge of irritation: "Nanfeng, are you deliberately trying to provoke me?"

"No, I really want to celebrate with you."

"All right."

Zhang Wei turned around and clinked glasses with Nanfeng: "So, what did you buy?"

"A computer? A watch? A bag for Yu Mo?"

Nanfeng shook his head: "No, I donated the money."

Zhang Wei was taken aback: "You donated?"

"yes."

Nanfeng looked unconcerned: "Don't you all think I'm lucky to have won the grand prize?"

"But I'm lucky but unlucky. I won the big prize but suffered a lot. I think it might be because I don't need the 80,000 yuan."

"In that case, let's channel this luck and prize money to where it's needed more."

Nanfeng smiled and said what he often said: "Doing a good deed every day, I'm truly doing a great deed."

"But you donated all 80,000 yuan. If you include the money you spent on treating everyone to meals and buying scratch-off lottery tickets, aren't you actually losing money?"

"If we lose money, we lose money."

Nanfeng waved his hand, looking completely indifferent: "Even if I don't win the lottery, I'd still be happy to treat you to a meal."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei's lips twitched uncontrollably: "The way you're acting makes me seem like I have a very low level of moral awareness."

He took a sip of his drink, his face showing a hesitant expression.

Finally, Zhang Wei couldn't help but ask, "Nanfeng, do you think I've been a bit too obsessed these past few days?"

"Yes."

Nanfeng nodded truthfully: "It's very obsessive, but understandable."

He paused, then said with a smile, "If you were the one who ended up paying for the gas and won the grand prize that day, I don't think I would have been able to remain completely indifferent."

"But you're not as obsessed as I am."

"That's because I'm rich, okay?"

Nanfeng rolled her eyes at Zhang Wei and said very seriously, "Because I have money and confidence, I don't particularly care about this 50,000 yuan."

"If I were Zhang Wei, who was so meticulous about money that he would break a bag of instant noodles in half to eat, I might be even more obsessed than you."

"But the problem is there are no 'what ifs'."

Zhang Wei gazed at the setting sun on the horizon, his tone filled with somberness and disappointment.

"I feel like I've been trying my best to live, but after more than 20 years of trying, life is like a goddess I can never reach. Not only does she not want to talk to me, she also always likes to boss me around."

"That's not what a goddess is."

Nanfeng bluntly stated, "That's called a whore."

"Oh well, goddess or bitch, it doesn't matter."

Zhang Wei sighed: "Trying harder and harder, but all that effort is in vain."

"Once people have worked hard enough, they want to take shortcuts, only to find that the shortcuts in this world are only open to VIPs."

Zhang Wei, unusually, swore: "That's fucking damn good!"

"really."

Nanfeng nodded; he knew Zhang Wei was right.

but.

"But isn't true heroism about seeing the true nature of life and still loving it?"

He nudged Zhang Wei: "You're supposed to be the toughest guy in Love Apartment, you can't even do this, can you?"

"Besides, I actually think Zhang Wei, you're pretty lucky."

Zhang Wei pointed to himself in surprise: "Me? I was lucky?"

"yes."

Nanfeng said, "You're a chosen one who can sleepwalk and float on the sea unharmed. What normal person could have such luck?"

Zhang Wei was taken aback: "What you said seems to make some sense, but why does my luck always seem to be used up on these weird things?"

"Who can predict luck?"

Nanfeng gave an example: "Look at Teacher Zeng, his luck isn't much better than yours usually."

"But didn't he always end up getting promoted, getting a raise, meeting a benefactor, and having his career flourish after all his bad luck?"

He comforted Zhang Wei: "Look at how many years it took Teacher Zeng to have his luck turn around after graduating with his master's degree. You just graduated with your master's degree last year, so what's the rush?"

"Zhang Wei, as long as you live your life steadily, I believe that you will definitely have a day when things turn around for the better."

Zhang Wei asked nervously, "Really?"

"Yes."

Nanfeng nodded emphatically: "You know I rarely lie."

"But you either have to stop lying, or you end up ripping people off every time you lie."

"Why would I bother to scam you when I'm already full?"

Nanfeng, annoyed, pulled out a stack of scratch-off lottery tickets from his pocket and handed them to Zhang Wei: "If you don't believe me, then keep scratching your tickets and see if I'm right or if we're just preventing you from winning the lottery."

Zhang Wei took the scratch-off lottery tickets from Nan Feng with a strange expression: "Where did you get all these scratch-off tickets?"

Nanfeng pointed in the direction of 3603: "Why don't you ask them?"

Zhang Wei was taken aback when he heard this. He turned around and realized that everyone in the apartment, including Xiao Hei and Zhenzi, had somehow crowded onto the balcony of apartment 3603.

He suddenly realized where the dozen or so scratch-off lottery tickets Nanfeng had handed him came from.

"Hey, Zhang Wei!"

Everyone waved to Zhang Wei sheepishly, and Zhanbo, as the representative, shouted loudly: "Zhang Wei, let's stop after we've scraped off the last of these."

"Life is all about the future, and we'll be there for you until your time comes."

"you……"

Zhang Wei's hand, gripping the scratch-off lottery ticket, trembled slightly, and his lips fluttered like wings.

"How did all twelve of you manage to squeeze onto one balcony?"

Everyone was taken aback: "Does that matter?"

"Yes, it's not important."

Zhang Wei looked down at the thirteen scratch-off lottery tickets in his hand, then suddenly smiled brightly.

Without a second thought, he tossed the scratch-off lottery ticket out onto the balcony.

Bathed in the warm, orange glow of the setting sun, these scratch-off lottery tickets swayed gently in the breeze, like golden butterflies fluttering in the air.

Zhang Wei no longer dwells on his luck, because perhaps long ago, his fortunes had already turned around and things were going from bad to good.

Zhang Wei turned around, grinned at everyone, and said, "I'm sorry you've all laughed at me these past few days. Tonight it's my treat—a bottle of iced tea for everyone!"

"……good."

Everyone applauded and cheered, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Just as Zhang Wei was beaming with a bright smile, Aunt Wang shouted from downstairs.

"Who is so inconsiderate as to throw trash downstairs!"

"Don't you know the community rules state that throwing objects from a high-rise building will result in a 200 yuan fine?"

Zhang Wei was startled. His knees buckled and he hid in the corner of the balcony.

"You can't see me, you can't see me..."

"Zhang Wei! I recognize you!"

Aunt Wang, with one hand on her hip, pointed in the direction of 3604 and shouted, "I've recorded the whole thing! If you don't go to the residents' committee to pay your fine within three days, you'd better watch out!"

Zhang Wei was struck dumb upon hearing this, while everyone else raised their hands to cover their ears.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

"No!!!"

Zhang Wei's screams, just as expected, pierced the sky.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha..."

They looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Zhang Wei, oh Zhang Wei, you're really unlucky.

……

Late at night, Zeng Xiaoxian's live radio broadcast.

Zeng Xiaoxian, overwhelmed by a barrage of calls from gossipy listeners, had scratched his head so badly it looked like a bird's nest.

He just couldn't understand why there would be a group of people who stayed up late at night just to read gossip and ship couples.

And they ship male-on-male couples!

I'm here to help others solve their relationship problems, not to let others gossip about my own!

Xiao Xian's eyes were bloodshot, and he hung up on yet another call from a bystander, looking dazed and confused.

He said numbly and in a low voice, "Okay, let's listen to the next caller."

As expected, the call was answered at lightning speed once again.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Teacher Zeng."

The girl on the other end of the phone sounded a bit like... Lin Chi-ling?

"Yes, I'm a good man, I'm Zeng Xiaoxian~"

Xiaoxian buried his head in the table, listlessly repeating the same old platitudes more frequently than usual: "Excuse me, miss, how should I address you?"

"That's not important, I'm here to thank you."

"grateful?"

Zeng Xiaoxian raised his head blankly, a strange light flashing in his bloodshot eyes: "You want to thank me... for what?"

"Thank you for helping me solve my relationship problems."

The person on the other end of the phone, "Lin Chi-ling," said, "Teacher Zeng, perhaps you've helped so many people that you've forgotten how you helped me and my boyfriend overcome difficulties and reconcile."

"We're getting married tomorrow, and I came here tonight specifically to thank you."

"Yeah?"

【Your Moon, My Heart】basically addresses the emotional problems of young men and women, and Zeng Xiaoxian can't quite recall when he helped this "Lin Chi-ling" at the moment.

Congratulations!

Zeng Xiaoxian felt himself slowly coming back to life, and he excitedly said, "Xiaoxian is here to sincerely feel happy and blessed for you, and I wish you and your loved one a long and happy life together."

"...Thank you, Teacher Zeng. I also wish you and your loved ones all the best and a happy family."

Xiao Xian's face immediately fell, and he continued with the clarification he had repeated countless times that evening: "Madam, you may have misunderstood. Xiao Xian didn't actually..."

"I know, it doesn't matter."

Lin Chi-ling paused for a moment, then continued, "Teacher Zeng, 'Your Moon, My Heart' is a good program. Perhaps it is not the most-listened program, but at least it has indeed helped a group of people who are confused and in emotional distress."

"Perhaps those people have become as happy and fulfilled as I have with your help. They may not listen to this program anymore, but you and your program accompanied them through the most important and difficult time."

"Teacher Zeng, thank you. You are doing something very meaningful."

Zeng Xiaoxian was stunned when he heard this. By the time he came to his senses, "Lin Chiling" had already hung up the phone.

"OK."

He let out a long breath and gripped the microphone with slightly trembling hands: "Before we take the call from the next listener, Xiaoxian has a few words he'd like to say to our listeners."

"Xiao Xian knows that many of our listeners tonight do not have any emotional problems, and Xiao Xian is very happy about that."

"If everyone in the world could treat emotions correctly, then your moon and my heart could finally retire successfully."

"But we still have a group of listeners who are troubled by emotional problems. They hope to find solutions or spiritual comfort in Xiaoxian's program, and that is the meaning of the existence of Your Moon and My Heart."

He bowed deeply into the microphone: "This morning, Xiaoxian's friend said something to Xiaoxian."

He said: "Teacher Zeng, you have to understand that no one in this world cares how many emotional problems you have solved."

"But as it turns out, he was wrong."

"Xiaoxian isn't exactly a great radio host, but since there are people in this world who care about this, then I, Xiaoxian, will care too."

Xiao Xian straightened his back, and his eyes gradually became resolute.

He repeated.

"Xiaoxian, I..."

"I care about it a lot!"

"Xiao Xian's next move may cause dissatisfaction among some listeners, but I still hope that my telephone editor, Judy, will carefully select the subsequent callers."

"No matter what, please let those listeners who truly need Xiaoxian's help hear Xiaoxian's greetings."

His gaze was resolute and stern as he stared at Judy, implying that she had to do things his way.

"Okay, let's move on to the next caller."

……

3604, in Yu Mo's bedroom.

Yifei took off the high-tech bow tie of the "Heavenly Voice" and casually tossed it to Yumo.

"Tell Nanfeng that this thing uses up electricity way too fast; I almost gave myself away."

"I just don't understand, is it really that difficult to get Xiao Hei to change the battery capacity?"

Yu Mo placed the bow tie on the bedside table and asked in surprise, "You actually expect me to give you advice to Nanfeng and Xiao Hei?"

"How could I possibly remember that!"

"That's true."

Yifei slapped her forehead: "Forget it, I'll just find some time to talk to them myself."

She turned off the radio and crawled into bed: "Sleep, sleep. I'm so sleepy to be awake at this hour."

Yu Mo covered her mouth and laughed, "There's nothing I can do, since someone cares!"

Yifei retorted stubbornly, "Don't overthink it. I was just trying to help someone in need, because I was afraid that idiot Zeng Xiaoxian would be corrupted by Lu Ziqiao."

"They don't even realize what era we live in, still resorting to those tactics of attracting attention and creating hype."

"boring!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

As the leader of the Xianfei CP fans, Yu Mo's mouth was already stretched to the back of her ears.

Yifei pointed her finger at Yumo's nose and said, "I'm warning you, don't get any wild ideas."

"And, please, please, please keep this a secret!"

"it is good."

Yu Mo smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, I will definitely keep it a secret for you."

"That's good."

Yifei quickly covered her slightly burning ears with the blanket: "Go to sleep!"

"it is good."

Yu Mo glanced in the direction of 3603 and murmured repeatedly, "I will definitely keep it a secret for you..."

On the balcony of room 3603, Nanfeng, sitting in a wheelchair eating watermelon, shook his head and smiled helplessly.

You have to keep this a secret for Yifei, which means I should find an opportunity to talk to Teacher Zeng about it.

"No rush."

Nanfeng's lips curled into a wicked smile: "If we're going to look for an opportunity, we should look for a once-in-a-lifetime one."

……

It was another night at the Sunny Day Bar.

"Let's congratulate Teacher Zeng on being nominated for Outstanding Radio Host!"

Nanfeng raised his glass of lemonade and said, "Cheers, everyone!"

"good!!!"

Everyone laughed and clinked glasses.

"Thank you everyone, thank you everyone."

Zeng Xiaoxian grinned and said, "Although I didn't win the award for best radio host this time, I'm still very happy to have received this nomination."

Curry Sauce chuckled and said, "Yeah, even with the lowest ratings, they still made it into the nominations. I'd be happy too."

"What nonsense! What kind of talk is that!"

Zeng Xiaoxian boasted, "I regret to inform you that the record of 'Your Moon, My Heart' being ranked last for two consecutive years has stopped there and cannot be broken over time."

"Oh, looks like your show isn't at the bottom this month after all?"

Ziqiao asked cheerfully, "How did it go? What was the ranking again?"

"snort."

Xiao Xian proudly held up his hand and boasted, "Fifth from last!"

"cut……"

Everyone simultaneously let out a sneer of disdain.

"What are you doing?!"

Xiao Xian patted the sofa and said, "The ratings aren't the point. The point is that what I said on the show that night got spread to the internet, and I'm famous again!"

"This time, my image is no longer that of an unlucky host pursued by a fanatical gay fan, but a conscientious host whose listenership ratings are consistently at the bottom, yet who still stays true to his original aspirations and keeps his mission in mind despite the overwhelming traffic."

He took a sip of his drink and said smugly, "Lisa said that although my actions didn't leave many listeners for my show, our entire radio station received positive publicity."

"If my listenership weren't so bad, I would definitely be the one to receive the honor of being the best radio host."

Xiao Xian leaned back on the sofa and chuckled: "Yesterday, the station director even came to my radio studio to shake my hand and praised me as a good comrade."

"Now my position as deputy director of the channel is completely secure. Once I've accumulated enough seniority, I'll probably be able to smoothly rise to director."

Congratulations, Teacher Zeng!

Wan Yu laughed and said, "I was wondering why you were so generous with your treat this time. It turns out it's because good things come in pairs."

"That's right."

Xiao Xian announced loudly, "Order whatever you want to drink today, it'll all be on me!"

"good!!!"

Just as everyone was laughing and cheering, Sarah, the bartender who was familiar with everyone, walked over with her hands behind her back.

"Excuse me, who just ordered lemonade?"

Nanfeng blinked: "It's me, what's wrong?"

"I knew it was you, it was just a formality."

Sarah said, "Congratulations on becoming the 10,000th drink customer since the reopening of our Sunny Day Bar! You've won!"

Nanfeng was stunned for a moment upon hearing this: "You won...what prize?"

"Clang clang clang!"

Sarah pulled out a whole tray of scratch-off lottery tickets from behind her back: "Three hundred scratch-off tickets, with a top prize of one million!"

Are you happy? Are you excited?

Everyone froze in place.

"Hehe, hehehe..."

Nanfeng gave a bitter smile, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

"south wind!"

"south wind!!"

"south wind!!!"

(End of this chapter)