I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

"Whatever makes Your Majesty happy." The boy wiped his face, causing flames to smear on it, making him look like something out of Ghost Rider.

The eerie blue flames didn't last long; after they went out, the boy was unharmed.

"It can only last for about a minute?" Shen Xi asked thoughtfully.

"In short, we've finally completed our club's first Tier 5 equipment. Everyone has worked hard during this time." Cheng Fei finished speaking and took the lead in applauding.

Apart from Shen Xi and Ruan Jingyi, everyone else clapped in their own way.

"By the way, since our next goal is to participate in the large portal raid on the third level, we also need to craft various equipment to improve our combat power. I hope everyone will continue to cooperate," the boy added.

“Yes~” Nagasaki Asuna was the first to respond sweetly.

“No problem!” Miriam quickly followed.

"Oh!" Isena raised her white umbrella and let out a cheer that had no clear meaning.

In this atmosphere, the Corridor Research Department temporarily ended its online activities for the evening and logged off, leaving only Cheng Fei and Shen Xi behind.

The aloof girl used gestures to bring up the research station's interface and showed the boy the information sent back from their home planet.

“We need you here…” Cheng Fei read the sentence aloud, then turned his head. “So, just one sentence?”

"That was the only message we received; there haven't been any since." Shen Xi nodded expressionlessly.

“Perhaps there are still people alive on our home planet, Your Majesty. We should go and see.” Isena, standing beside her, said with a serious expression.

“That’s true, but what if…” Cheng Fei said, glancing at the aloof girl staring at him beside him, then shut his mouth, “Never mind what I said.”

Shen Xi gave the boy a light kick, her tone unwavering, "Don't worry, no matter what happens after I get there, I won't become someone else's. Cheng Feiyu, you don't need to worry over there."

"Teacher Shen, I've already told you that's not what I'm worried about. You're being too narcissistic." The boy looked on with feigned helplessness.

"Pretending again. Get this straight, to me, this Cheng Feiyu is no different from a rat in a glass bottle. I can see right through what he's thinking." The girl crossed her arms and sneered, looking completely confident.

"Teacher Shen, you're too confident now?" The young man looked at her, surprised and uncertain. "If that's the case, you can definitely see how much I love you, so why don't you marry me?"

"Shut up, it's not the same thing at all." The girl's face turned cold, and she kicked him again.

"Where isn't the same thing?"

"That's enough, I'm logging off now, goodbye."

Before the boy could respond, the slender figure with long silver hair disappeared from sight.

Cheng Fei smacked his lips and looked at the young girl beside him, "Little Yi, do you think she's shy?"

"Consul, it is forbidden to discuss the Queen in private." Isena said warily.

"Tsk, goodbye." The boy was annoyed and decisively quit the game.

……

A few days later, as dusk fell, the Panamera drove into a heavily guarded neighborhood in the South Bay and parked in front of a quiet villa.

Cheng Fei got out of the car and rang the doorbell.

This is Song Yufei's home.

He had a brief chat on WeChat and arranged a time and place to meet. Although it seemed suspicious that the other party would come to his house so late at night, the young man had no choice but to comply in order to meet the investor.

Soon, the young woman, whose hairstyle was still dangerously unflattering, opened the door.

"Sister Yufei, it's been a long time." Cheng Fei said in a serious tone, noticing that although she was smiling, there was still a hint of fatigue on her face.

Song Yufei waved to the boy, "Come in quickly."

The boy kept up with the pace.

The young woman wore a light blue silk spaghetti strap dress with a thin knitted cardigan over it. The dress was so cool that her alluring figure was clearly visible as she moved around, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air. The young man glanced at her back and then casually observed his surroundings.

The house was dimly lit, and there was no one else in it.

If Cheng Fei remembered correctly, Song Yufei had mentioned before that she had divorced a long time ago and had a child who couldn't walk yet. She had even wanted Cheng Fei to teach her piano.

Song Yufei led the boy into the living room, picked up the decanter on the table and poured wine. The crimson liquid emitted an intoxicating aroma, and there were several empty bottles piled up next to it.

Based on the boy's experience of drinking a lot of wine from Lin Xuanqi, these wines were all quite valuable.

"Sister Yufei, I'm driving later, so I won't drink, okay?" Cheng Fei said calmly.

“No problem, just call a designated driver.” Song Yufei smiled, handed him the wine glass, and then tilted her head to add, “Don’t worry, I sent my little one to her aunt’s house. It’s just the two of us tonight.”

"Alright," the boy had no choice but to agree, taking the cup and clinking glasses with her before taking a sip.

The young woman leaned against the edge of the table, swirling her wine glass as she watched him. "So, did Mrs. Lin or Lin Xuanqi send you? Did they agree to the financing?"

"No, I already told Sister Yufei on WeChat that I have nothing to do with the Lin family today." Cheng Fei shook his head.

"That's good, anyway I wasn't expecting anything." Perhaps because she had drunk some wine beforehand, Song Yufei's tone carried an inexplicable lightness as she walked towards the sofa with her wine glass.

"Is Sister Yufei under a lot of pressure lately?" The boy sat down diagonally opposite her.

"It's alright, but there are endless meetings every day. I don't even know what they're about, it's all about money, money." Song Yufei leaned back on the sofa, looked at the ceiling, took a sip of red wine, and had a kind of self-deprecating relief on her face. "I'm so busy that I had to hand over the performance hall to a friend to manage."

"I've heard about it too, it's a real shame." Cheng Fei nodded to show he understood, observing her expression.

It seems that Song Yufei's situation of being forced into this role is worse than he expected.

According to the intelligence he had, Academy Construction was established by Song Xuejun based on his personal prestige. In contrast, his daughter Song Yufei was not prepared to take over. Moreover, after losing her seat on the board of directors of Academy City, Academy Construction's business was largely devoured by Zhenyuan Group, and Song Yufei would only face greater difficulties.

The Academy Construction and the Lin family have been cooperating for many years, but Cheng Fei guessed that given the current situation, Madam Lin would definitely re-evaluate the Academy Construction's management capabilities.

Mrs. Lin is a shrewd banker, and banks always lend umbrellas on sunny days and take them away on rainy days. As long as the school construction project goes downhill, the time will come when the umbrella will be taken away.

Although the tight funding for the school construction project was a bad thing for him, reducing his chances of getting investment, the Lin family's indifferent attitude towards the school construction project was a good thing for him.

Song Yufei is a music lover and a sentimental person. She starts to dislike the Lin family and becomes more fond of Cheng Fei, who plans to break up with Lin Xuanqi, and is more easily persuaded.

855. Cheng Feila's investment failed.

A convoy of black luxury cars drove through the roads of South Bay.

Lin Xuanqi crossed one leg, propped her chin on her hand, and gazed out the window at the horizon swallowed by the night, letting out a lazy yawn.

Ye Shuang sat diagonally opposite her, her posture upright and obedient.

"By the way, Xiaoshuang," Lin Xuanqi said casually, "I'm planning to go to Tokyo with Cheng Fei at the end of the month."

"Miss has been quite busy lately, she should go and get some rest." The obedient girl paused for a moment, then tilted her head and gave a warm smile.

"Aren't you coming along?" Lin Xuanqi raised an eyebrow, seemingly quite interested.

Ye Shuang blinked and slowed her speech, "Miss is on a date with Cheng Fei... I guess I won't go? Anyway, he's enough to protect Miss."

"Isn't it nice for the three of you to go on a date together?" Lin Xuanqi looked at her, her tone malicious and no different from her usual joking tone.

"What does this have to do with me... Miss, don't talk nonsense." The obedient girl lowered her head, feeling lost, and clenched her small hands, which were placed properly on her lap.

"Is there anything you want? I'll have Cheng Fei go to Akihabara and buy it for you." Lin Xuanqi said seriously.

"No need, buying it online is just as good. Miss, have fun with him." Ye Shuang smiled and shook her head.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

"...Sister Yufei, that's basically it. Real Technology is just one step away from success. The only problem now is funding. It's been difficult to get money from the Lin family since my breakup, so I have to find a way to raise funds myself." Cheng Fei finished speaking and shut his mouth, looking at the slightly tipsy young woman in front of him.

Song Yufei looked at the information the boy had prepared for her on the tablet, her expression somewhat absent-minded. She nodded, "I think I understand. I didn't expect you guys to have gotten into this mess. Cheng Fei... how are you so amazing?"

She tossed the tablet aside and looked the boy up and down with an ambiguous expression.

"So, Sister Yufei, are you interested? When are you free?" Cheng Fei planned to invite her to see the prototype. He believed that once she saw the real thing, no one in the world would not be shocked.

“The little money you want is nothing to me.” Song Yufei interrupted him, looking at the swaying wine glass in her hand, a hint of dazedness in her eyes. “It doesn’t matter who I give it to, I don’t care.”

"So, what does Sister Yufei mean?" the boy asked calmly.

"Come here." Song Yufei suddenly stood up and beckoned to him.

"Okay?" The boy followed.

Song Yufei led him to a corner of the living room, where a jet-black piano stood.

"I'd like to hear you play a piece." The young woman placed her hands on the violin and smiled.

"What are you playing?" The boy looked at her, then at the zither.

"How about playing... Croatian Rhapsody?" Song Yufei leaned against the piano, resting her chin on her hand as she pondered for a moment.

Cheng Fei paused for a second, but still decided to do as instructed, "Okay."

The boy sat down and casually played a few chords. His expression turned serious, and after a brief recollection, he began to move his fingers.

And so, in the stillness of the night, stirring piano music drifted out from the quiet villa.

Song Yufei stood to the side, sipping her wine while staring intently at the young man playing the piano. Her gaze swept over his pale forehead framed by a few strands of hair, his gentle and delicate features, and the slender yet powerful muscles sculpted like marble that were inadvertently revealed between his collar and sleeves. The young man's long, slender fingers danced powerfully on the piano keys, striking out a captivating melody.

When the song ended, Song Yufei clapped her hands and suddenly walked over and sat down next to the boy, seemingly unconcerned about her delicate body under the silk fabric being so close to him.

The young woman played a few chords herself, gazing into the void, "Cheng Fei, I don't know why, but actually, I liked you from the very first moment we met."

The boy met her gaze and sensed something was wrong.

"Cheng Fei, you can tell, can't you?" The young woman tilted her head and leaned closer to him, her drunken expression revealing a girlish naiveté.

"Sister Yufei is very good to me." The boy nodded reluctantly.

"Lin Xuanqi doesn't know how to cherish things." Song Yufei sighed softly, then smiled at the boy. "Looking at you, I sometimes can't help but wonder why you weren't born a few years earlier, or why I wasn't born a few years later. Speaking of which, I also went to Yinghua High School, so I'm practically your senior."

"Really? That's quite a coincidence." The boy maintained a polite smile.

Song Yufei lowered her gaze, suddenly placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. She looked up at him with undisguised eyes and said softly, "Cheng Fei, stay with me tonight, and I'll invest in you, how about it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, the situation I feared most before coming here has come to pass.

This is the consequence of being too handsome...

The young woman brushed a strand of hair aside, lost in thought as if pondering something. “After the divorce, I thought I would never be interested in any man again, until I saw you… I felt like I was falling in love all over again.”

Can your first love be refreshed? The boy barely managed to hold back from asking this question.

"Sister Yufei, you seem a little drunk?" Cheng Fei carefully tried to remove her hand from his shoulder.

"You're breaking up with Lin Xuanqi, it's nothing, right?" Song Yufei remained motionless.

"We need to divide it, but it hasn't been divided yet," the boy said cautiously.

"Haven't you done this before?" Song Yufei asked curiously.

"I have done it."

"So you despise me?" A hint of displeasure flashed across the young woman's face. She paused, "I've been divorced for years. Except for when I was too stupid, no man has ever touched me."

"Nonsense, I didn't mean that." The boy felt a chill run down his spine, thinking it would be easier to go back to the Aurora and fight ten Ding Shengs.

"So you think I'm not pretty enough?" Song Yufei moved even closer to the boy. "Back in Yinghua, there were quite a few boys who wanted to pursue me. I'm not old now, am I?"

"Sister Yufei is quite pretty and very young." The young man looked at the young woman's face and guessed that according to the system's standards, her charm would not be lower than 7, and she was under 25 years old. It seemed that she got married because she was pregnant. He couldn't find many details.

"Then what is there to be unwilling about? Do you think I would harm you?" Song Yufei said softly.

"Sister Yufei, I'm here to seriously discuss investment. I really didn't think that much about it." The young man gave an awkward but apologetic smile.

"Cheng Fei, I don't need you to do anything. I'm really tired lately. Stay and chat with me about music, and then we can talk about your project properly, okay?" The young woman's tone was gentle and persuasive.

"Sister Yufei, why don't you take a good rest today, and we can talk about the investment another day?" the young man thought for a moment.

"If you stay with me today, everything is negotiable. If you don't stay with me..." Song Yufei snorted, "Then there's no point in talking."

After the words were spoken, the two stared at each other, and the air fell into a deathly silence.

After a moment, Cheng Fei sighed helplessly, "Sister Yufei, since that's how it is, then forget it. I've bothered you today, I'll go back now, you should get some rest."

After he finished speaking, he gently but firmly removed Song Yufei's hand from his shoulder, got up, picked up his things, and walked towards the door.

The young woman sat alone in her seat, watching the young man's tall figure disappear into the distance. After a moment of silence, she called out, "Cheng Fei."

"Is there anything else, Sister Yufei?" The boy turned around with his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant.

"You have someone you like, right?" Song Yufei looked at his face, seemingly sensing something.