Chapter 28

"What are you doing? What are you doing?!"

Qiao Yingzi pulled the door open again, speaking with clear impatience,

but when she saw Tong Wenjie,

Qiao Yingzi immediately lowered her voice: "Mom, what's going on? Why does Fang Yifan's mom look like she was robbed by bandits who didn't even steal her money?!"

"Go away, go back to bed, don't meddle in adult matters."

Song Qian waved her hand, shooing Qiao Yingzi back into her room,

then dragged Tong Wenjie into her own bedroom,

Tong Wenjie was just about to collapse onto the bed,

but Song Qian immediately grabbed her: "Go, go, take a shower first, take a shower first—what is that stench all over you?!"

"Hehe~"

Tong Wenjie wiped away her tears,

and winked at Song Qian: "The scent of a top-tier little puppy."

After bathing,

getting into bed,

Tong Wenjie began venting to Song Qian about everything,

complaining about Fang Yuan's income,

complaining about Fang Yifan's grades,

complaining that Fang Yuan came home only at eight or nine every day,

complaining that Fang Yifan had no initiative at all, and was nothing like Yingzi…

Tong Wenjie spoke while crying,

but Song Qian looked utterly exhausted, and unconsciously thought of Qin Feng,

those two nights she had slept curled up beside Qin Feng,

Song Qian felt a happiness and contentment she had never known before,

her body suddenly became incredibly light and sensitive,

as if she had returned to her eighteen-year-old self…

As she thought,

Song Qian suddenly found she couldn't bear to be without Qin Feng,

and the thought that the person lying beside her now was Tong Wenjie, still babbling away,

filled Song Qian with sorrow, tears unable to fall,

she silently cried out in her heart: "Qin Feng, I miss you so much…"

…

At 7 a. m.,

Qin Feng got up, washed and dressed,

then,

Ganglakai Sect,

he unexpectedly saw Song Qian standing outside the door.

Holding up the lunch box,

Song Qian blushed and said: "Qin Feng, I was just about to knock, and you opened the door… I woke up early, so I made you breakfast…"

"Really?"

Qin Feng opened the lunch box with mild surprise,

inside were several delicate crystal shrimp dumplings and a heart-shaped fried egg,

seeing Qin Feng's gaze linger on the egg,

Song Qian blushed and whispered: "That… don't Biewu Society, this egg was made with a mold—I often make it for Yingzi…"

"I didn't misunderstand."

Qin Feng said calmly,

slightly lowered his head,

and whispered close to Song Qian's ear: "Last night… did you miss me?"

"…"

Song Qian's face turned instantly crimson,

she looked at Qin Feng with a mix of playful reproach and deep longing: "I thought the person knocking last night was you…"

"It wasn't me."

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, studying Song Qian: "So… it was another man?!"

"No, no!"

Song Qian quickly denied: "It was Tong Wenjie, my best friend—she got drunk last night, maybe even hit a car, but they settled it privately; she even said the other driver was great…"

"?"

Qin Feng suddenly became intrigued: "Did she say whose car she hit?"

"No, she didn't mention that, but when I saw her come to my house, I felt something strange had happened…"

"Oh."

Qin Feng, upon hearing this, felt a faint disappointment,

it seemed that women of Tong Wenjie and Song Qian's age were still somewhat conservative…

But there's no need to rush.

After all, we all live in Shuxiang Yayuan; we can develop it slowly later...

So,

Qin Feng looked at Song Qian again and asked, "Last night, did you miss me?"

"..."

Song Qian's face immediately turned red again.

She looked at Qin Feng with an unusual tenderness in her eyes, yet her gaze was extremely complex.

After a while,

Song Qian couldn't help but rise onto her tiptoes.

She gave a light kiss, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Then,

she covered her face and hurriedly ran away in a panic...

Watching Song Qian's panicked figure as she left,

the scene of Tong Wenjie leaving last night suddenly appeared in Qin Feng's mind.

The same shyness,

the same panic,

the same hurried departure,

and even the way she walked was extremely similar...

What a pair of good best friends!

He shook his head and smiled.

Qin Feng placed the empty food container at home.

Then he walked out of the residential compound.

He squeezed onto the bus with a group of old men and women...