Chapter 232: Returning at Month's End to Arrange the Wedding

At six o'clock in the morning, Wu Qian got up and made breakfast for Lin Feng.

She simmered a small pot of porridge and fried a few sticks of youtiao.

She also made pickled vegetables herself at home.

When Lin Feng got up at 7:30, the breakfast was already ready.

The porridge was soft and tasty, the youtiao fragrant, and unlike store‑bought ones it lacked a soapy aftertaste.

There were also pickles; the julienned white radish was crisp and not overly salty.

It was perfect with rice.

"This breakfast is good!"

After finishing, Lin Feng praised,

"Then do you come over often for me to cook for you?"

Wu Qian said with an expectant expression.

Lin Feng let out a hum.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of home.

He thought that this woman would make a pretty good wife.

But he quickly came to his senses.

If he weren't rich and handsome, and still made the big barbecue skewers she liked, allowing her to enjoy a carefree, high‑quality life,

would she still treat him this way?

No need to guess; she definitely wouldn't!

It's not just Wu Qian; all the women around him are the same.

For example, his younger aunt Liang Shishi.

The former one was reticent and was not liked by Liang Shishi.

There is also Guo Yanru.

Even if he has a lot of money, if he's not handsome enough, would she treat him that way?

She has seen plenty of rich men.

Moreover, Lin Feng, if they aren't good looking, might not even want to glance at them.

Relationships are built on money, looks, and ability.

Lin Feng quickly stopped, not wanting to think further.

Thinking more would lead him down a rabbit hole, turning him into an emotionless machine.

He still needs to trust and enjoy these wonderful things.

Lin Feng glanced at the affectionately gazing Wu Qian,

then smiled and said, "If we stayed like from last night to this morning for three days, what do you think?"

Wu Qian first nodded happily, then quickly shook her head.

"I think once a week you coming is fine. Mainly... mainly I can't stand it."

She clearly understood Lin Feng's meaning.

Although Lin Feng's skewers are delicious.

But eating them every day is too much for the stomach.

Once a week lets her savor it endlessly.

"You're such a clever spirit!"

Lin Feng pinched Wu Qian's cheek.

Then he stood up and said, "I'll come again in a few days; I'll call you in advance, and if there's an emergency, you can call me too."

"Hmm!"

Wu Qian nodded and immediately went to the room to fetch a coat for Lin Feng.

The room had the heating on.

When the door opened, a gust of cold wind rushed in.

It's this cold; Yanjing will probably start snowing within half a month!

Seeing Wu Qian in her pajamas, Lin Feng said, "Back to the room! Close the door."

After speaking, he waved his hand to Wu Qian and walked to the elevator entrance.

Only after Lin Feng entered the elevator did Wu Qian close the door.

Leaning against the door, Wu Qian wore a happy smile.

Lin Feng became increasingly gentle toward her.

Lin Feng took a taxi back to Tianfu Ruijing, opened the door and took the car keys.

Then he drove to the Fugui Cartier Community.

Building 2, Apartment 902.

It was still before nine in the morning, and Lin Feng believed Tang Mi hadn't left yet.

The last time they were together was half a month ago.

Lin Feng felt they shouldn't continue like this.

Relationships also need to be cultivated.

When time passes without meeting, the relationship wanes.

He needed to find a way for Qi Zhengwei, Qi Yao's mother, to develop a software for his phone.

Which day to see which person must be arranged properly.

And we also need to plan ahead.

We have to become the ultimate time‑management master.

In his previous life, he saw a man who hung out with dozens of women at the same time.

It lasted several years without a hitch.

That's what a true time‑management master looks like!

In this regard, talent can't be compensated for merely by having a super‑strong memory.

Having Zhengwei develop an app, we can't just call it harem‑management software, can we?

We need to find another excuse.

But then, wouldn't there be no surprise?

Lin Feng thought while raising his hand to press the doorbell.

Moments later the door opened.

Tang Mi appeared before Lin Feng with a toothbrush clenched in her mouth, foam filling her lips.

"Honey!"

Tang Mi spread her arms and clung to Lin Feng like a koala.

Lin Feng walked inside and closed the door.

"Surprised? Unexpected?"

After setting Tang Mi down, Lin Feng asked with a smile.

Tang Mi nodded, about to speak, then realized her mouth was full of toothbrush.

She then ran into the bathroom.

A few minutes later she went back into the bedroom.

Soon after, the door opened.

First appeared a long leg wrapped in black sheer stockings with suspenders.

On that foot she wore black high‑heeled shoes.

Then the door slowly opened.

Lin Feng gave a wry smile and shook his head: "Don't play around this early—hurry up and go to work!"

Tang Mi went patter‑patter over, kicking up a fragrant breeze.

"Great Demon King, are you getting sick of me?"

Tang Mi put her hands on her hips, glared at Lin Feng, and looked utterly displeased.

"Huh?"

Lin Feng looked at Tang Mi in surprise.

Tang Mi said: "You haven't seen anyone in over half a month, and the moment we meet you tell me to go to work, yet you claim you don't dislike me."

Lin Feng shook his head: "How could that be?"

Tang Mi let out a humph, picked up her phone, and used the landlord‑management software to post a time announcement, pushing the handling of matters to the afternoon.

"I want to eat skewers!"

"You're so greedy—why don't you get fat? I'll make it for you!"

Half an hour later.

Tang Mi's phone rang.

It was her birth mother, Du Xichun, calling.

"Mom, what's up?"

Tang Mi asked while doing the leg‑stretch part of a yoga pose.

Du Xichun said: "At the end of next month is your grandfather's birthday; by the way, bring Xiao Feng too so everyone can meet. Also, I'll set up a banquet for you."

"What? A banquet?"

Tang Mi didn't understand.

Du Xichun said: "A wedding feast! A traditional wedding—didn't you take wedding photos? We'll prepare it according to Song‑dynasty rites…

"Oh, oh, I got it!"

Tang Mi nodded.

Du Xichun said: "Little Mi, isn't it before nine o'clock over there?"

"Ah! Yes!"

"Early in the morning, you two are really energetic…"

Before she could finish, Du Xichun hung up the phone.

The cat's out of the bag!

Tang Mi's face flushed with embarrassment.

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Could you please not use such a heavy nasal tone when you answer the phone next time?"