Chapter 13

Song Qian hurried back to the dining table and sat down, gripping the edge.

then closed her eyes.

she reminded herself: "Song Qian, don't panic, don't lose your composure—he's still just a child…"

After changing into slippers,

Qin Feng sat down at the dining table.

He looked at Song Qian with some confusion: "Aunt Song, are you unwell? Why is your face so red?"

"Ah? No, no…"

Song Qian quickly waved her hands to deny it, but completely forgot what she had meant to say.

To ease the awkwardness,

Song Qian hurriedly asked: "Qin Feng, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, I was just about to order takeout when I got your WeChat."

"Oh, then let me order some takeout—we can eat and chat. What do you want?"

"Whatever, anything's fine."

"Alright then."

Song Qian picked up her phone and ordered steak from a nearby restaurant in the compound.

Not long after,

the steak was delivered.

She set out the plates and cutlery,

looked at the steak, then at Qin Feng,

and without thinking, said: "Maybe we should have some wine? I've got a few good bottles stored away."

Wine again?

Qin Feng chuckled: "Aunt Song, yesterday was because of the wine too…"

Seeing Qin Feng's smile,

Song Qian's face flushed again,

and she quickly turned away, walking into the kitchen.

After washing her face,

Song Qian leaned against the wine cabinet, her expression conflicted.

In her mind, two little Song Qians were fighting.

One of them,

dressed in a bunny girl outfit with devil horns,

whispered in a seductive voice: "Song Qian, what are you hesitating for? Qin Feng is so handsome, so young—why not just pounce?"

After the devil Song Qian spoke,

the angel Song Qian, dressed in a white dress, shook her head urgently: "Song Qian, think clearly—you're so much older than Qin Feng. If you two get together, what will people think?"

"Even if you don't care about other people's opinions, what about Qiao Yingzi? She's about to enter Gao San—aren't you afraid you'll ruin her studies?"

"Song Qian, you must think this through!"

The two little Song Qians argued until her head throbbed,

and Song Qian sighed helplessly, pulling out a bottle of wine from the cabinet,

slowly uncorking it with a corkscrew,

and finally made a decision: "Forget it—last night was just a reckless fling. From now on, Qin Feng is just my tenant, nothing more."

After making her decision,

Song Qian brought the wine glass and bottle to the dining table.

At this moment,

Qin Feng had already eaten more than half of his steak.

Seeing this, Song Qian realized he was hungry, and quickly cut half of her own steak and placed it on his plate.

The two ate, drank, and chatted side by side,

and Song Qian gradually opened up, treating Qin Feng as her listener,

pouring out all the pain and frustration she had buried inside for years.

As she spoke,

tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Qin Feng saw this, picked up a tissue, and handed it to Song Qian.

Song Qian reached out to take it, and her fingers brushed against his.

Instantly,

as if shocked by electricity,

her heart leapt violently,

and flashes of last night's memories surged through her mind:

Qin Feng's handsome face,

his broad chest,

his strong, powerful arms…

Then,

Song Qian seemed possessed by a demon.

Unconsciously, she leaned against Qin Feng's shoulder...

After another night of stormy winds and rain,

when sunlight once again fell upon Qin Feng's face,

the awakened Qin Feng heard the system prompt sound again,

"Ding! Sowing once, obtained Breakdance Mastery."

Glancing at Song Qian, who was still fast asleep beside him,

Qin Feng shook his head and smiled,

dressed and rose,

then quietly walked out and closed the door.

"Thud."

As soon as the door closed,

Song Qian on the bed immediately sat up,

turned her head to glance at the doorway,

then regretfully ruffled her long hair,

and said helplessly: "Song Qian, oh Song Qian, what on earth are you doing? He is just a child!..."

Back home,

after taking another shower,

Qin Feng took the car keys and went straight to the underground garage.

Every apartment in Song Qian's building comes with an exclusive parking space,

so Qin Feng found his car very easily.

Looking at the towering, cold Kulinan before him, like a light armored vehicle,

and glancing again at the license plate Jing A6666,

Qin Feng smiled: "The license plate isn't bad."

Then Qin Feng opened the door and got in,

then floored the accelerator and drove toward the school...

This morning,

counselor Xia Lu notified the enrolled students to gather in the large classroom before 9 o'clock,

but it was only 8:30 now,

and nearly all the classmates in the class had arrived.