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Chapter 12 Her Upper Body

Chapter 12 Her Upper Body
To tell the truth, Qin Feng would have liked to eat lunch with Zhu Fei. It was nice being able to take a beautiful woman out for a stroll around town, eat, and then watch a movie or whatever - as long as he got into the cinema and the lights went off. In the darkness, if the mood was right, there was always the possibility for a little more.

Qin Feng's heart thumped.

"Medicine? Is your friend a woman?"

Before he could answer, Zhu Fei rolled her eyes and said contemptuously, "Nevermind, sounds boring. I’ll see you around then."

She returned to her room disappointed. Looking at her receding back, Qin Feng’s heart itched. He really wanted to agree to go out with her, but Sister Flower’s health was more important, and he could not let her down.

Everything had its priority. This young girl was living with him anyway. There would be opportunities in the future. He had decided it was best to go to Sister Flower now.

Just then, Qin Feng's phone rang.

"Sister Flower, I'll be there soon, I'll take my lunch with me. What do you want to eat? You can't eat spicy food, so shall we eat something light?" Qin Feng asked anxiously.

Zhu Fei, who had already entered her room, overheard and confirmed that the caller was a woman. She stopped hastily and stood at the door, eavesdropping on Qin Feng's phone call.

"Qin Feng, I have something to do and I have to go out. You don't have to come over. In the afternoon, I’ll go directly to the bar. If you have nothing to do, you should also get there early. You’ve been performing really well recently. Once I fire the current unreliable manager of the lobby, I’d really like for you to take over."

Sister Flower was very satisfied with Qin Feng’s performance. Although she hadn’t known him for long, in these few days of having contact with him, she could feel that Qin Feng had been through a lot and was capable of doing great things. He was not simply a frolicking child. He was like a shark in the sea, or a hawk in the sky.

Qin Feng was stunned for a while. He didn’t care about the position of the lobby manager. He was not there to make money. As long as he was by Sister Flower’s side, he would feel right. "Where are you going? Do you want me to accompany you? You're not feeling well now, so I think it’s best if you don’t go out. I looked at the weather forecast earlier, and it looks like it might rain today. You could catch a fever if you’re out in the cold again."

"Brother Jun called me to tell me something. What's more, Ji Dongchen went out last night, and Zhang Hui, Meng Zhaolin's younger brother, kept trying to provoke me. I have to report all this to Brother Jun.”

Sister Flower coughed lightly. "There are some things that you don't understand yet. You’ll know about them eventually. Things aren’t so simple in this business."

"Sister Flower, let me go with you. I provoked that kid, Ji Dongchen. If Brother Ju wants to blame someone, I can take it. I cannot let you bear this alone," Qin Feng said anxiously.

"No, no. I have been in this scene for many years. I turned the Free Man Bar from a failed business to a profit margin of tens of millions a year. I have achieved so much for Brother Jun. How can he be angry about this little issue? Don't worry, I’ll be fine."

Sister Flower smiled, "You are so concerned about me and I really feel a little unworthy. After all, it seems these days, only my brother is sincere towards me. Everyone else is thinking that... actually, forget it. I don’t want to talk about it on the phone. I have to go."

Qin Feng sighed, "Okay, my phone will be on at all times. You must remember to call me at the first sign of trouble."

"Okay, see you later."

After hanging up, Qin Feng's mind again mulled over the scene of Xiao He pushing him down the hillside on the banks of the Stanb River. The more she talked about how good Xiao He was, the guiltier Qin Feng felt, because Sister Flower had lost her only source of spiritual support. Although she didn’t know it yet, this was all caused by Qin Feng!

He took a long breath, his expression gloomy.

The apartment was surprisingly quiet. After a while, Zhu Fei hopped out of her room once more.

She had overheard some of Qin Feng's call, and smugly smiled, "What’s up? Got rejected? Don't be sad. It's normal, any girl with good sense knows she can do better.”

Zhu Fei thought she was just messing around, but she came out to rub salt on Qin Feng's wounds and he was not in the mood.

"What the hell did you say?! You’re an idiot and you have no idea what you’re talking about!"

He said with a menacing finger pointing at her. Qin Feng's heart had suddenly burst into an inexplicable fire.

“You don’t need to be such an asshole!” She said, fearing the rage in his eyes.

It was just a joke. She did not expect it to draw out such a strong reaction from him. It was clear that the woman on the phone was important to him. Plus, he had just been rejected, so he was already angry.

Qin Feng also realized his blunder, and anxiously apologized, "I am sorry, I just lost control. I am really sorry."


Zhu Fei was really speechless. Shedrew back her hand and stomped on his foot fiercely, then went back to her room.

"Hey, didn't you just invite me out to lunch? I'm free now. Let's go get something. I think it's a good day for a hot pot. What do you think? I heard Squared Paper opened recently. Shall we try it?"

Qin Feng followed Zhu Fei to the door of her bedroom. She did not respond, just packed her bag, and headed out.

"I don't have time to eat!"

Zhu Fei pushed past Qin Feng, who was standing by the front door, and opened the lock. She was about to leave.

Qin Feng’s face was depressed. "Hey, I was just messing with you. No need to be so serious."

Zhu Fei was about to close the door, then her phone rang.

Sure enough, that chode, Jia Dapeng, was calling again.

"Fei Fei, I'm downstairs. Haha, why do you live in such a shitty place? Come on down. I'll wait for you."

Jia Dapeng was 1.9 meters tall and a little fat, but not ugly. However, his voice was very shrill, and he spoke in a very effeminate tone which didn’t match his burly appearance.

Zhu Fei could not stand him anymore.

She always believed that a man should act like a man. Although she did not require broad shoulders, a V-cut, or ripped muscles, a man at least had to have a stylish outline and a strong voice, right? He was such a pansy. She didn’t care that his father was Jiangbei’s Director of Public Security, Jia Quan. Even if he was China's Minister of Public Security, she still would not like him!