Chapter 41: Will You Be My Dad?

Han Xiang wore a red, wide‑sleeved shirt and blouse, her hair tied up, a finely crafted headdress, and red‑on‑white embroidered shoes peeking from beneath her skirt…

Her ancient‑costume look was beautiful, and the garments felt very high‑quality.

Not like the cheap fake Han‑fu you can buy for a few dozen yuan: wearing it feels full of cheapness and studio‑photo vibe.

True ancient attire must have quality and exude an antiquated charm.

This cannot be produced by machines or assembly‑line workshops.

Some big‑budget movie costumes are all handcrafted; they may take a year or more to prepare before filming.

Han Xiang's whole outfit, combined with the classical temperament she has cultivated since childhood, truly made her look like a peerless beauty who stepped out of antiquity.

Lin Feng was left stunned.

"Young master, the young lady offers her respects."

Walking up to Lin Feng, Han Xiang bowed gracefully and softly opened her vermilion lips, saying gently.

Lin Feng snapped back to attention, clapped his hands and said, "Beautiful! So beautiful!"

Not only the clothes are beautiful, the person is even more beautiful.

A faint blush spread across Han Xiang's pretty face.

That slight shyness almost made Lin Feng lose his composure.

At that moment, Song Jiaren burst through the door, hugged her mother's leg and said, "Mom, you're so pretty, I want to wear clothes like this too."

Han Xiang stroked her daughter's head and said lightly, "I'll make a set for you in a few days!"

Clap!

Lin Feng suddenly slapped his hand and said, "Got it! I've thought of a way to make money without selling these clothes, and it can earn a lot."

"Hm?"

Han Xiang looked at Lin Feng with curiosity.

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Don't sell them, but you can rent them out! For example, open a photo studio, hire a photographer, and specialize in taking ancient‑costume photos for girls.

Besides that, you could rent these outfits at high prices to TV or film crews, or work as a consultant for a crew, handling actors' clothes and accessories. Of course, that would mean you couldn't stay cooped up at home any longer."

Han Xiang thought for a moment, "Let's try everything! I don't want to sell these clothes, but if others want to try them on, I don't mind."

Lin Feng smiled and nodded.

After my aunt's company is settled, it will develop in the film‑and‑television field, so it will need the clothes and accessories Han Xiang makes.

Actually the most profitable thing is to open a studio, photograph girls in ancient costumes, and charge a few thousand yuan for a photo set!

Counting it up, Han Xiang's ten‑plus years of hard work haven't been in vain; she's essentially accumulated profit‑making resources, she just didn't realize it.

"About the rent…"

Han Xiang lowered her head and said softly.

Lin Feng recalled that the lease on this house was about to expire.

That's 360,000 a year!

Lin Feng smiled and said, "You pay the rent, and I'll handle the rest, okay?"

"Okay! Thank you!"

Han Xiang nodded, looking grateful.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Song Jiaren pouted.

Lin Feng lifted his wrist to check; it was already noon, twelve o'clock.

"I'll treat you all out to eat!"

Lin Feng invited.

Earning 360,000 a year, treating a few meals is only natural.

"Mom, I want to go out and eat something delicious."

Hearing that, Song Jiaren's face lit up with expectation as she shouted loudly.

"The food outside isn't very sanitary…" Han Xiang frowned and refused.

Before she could finish, Lin Feng said, "Having a meal or two isn't a big deal."

Han Xiang hesitated briefly, then nodded.

"Great!" Song Jiaren jumped up happily.

The mother and daughter went into their respective rooms.

After more than ten minutes, the two emerged in different clothes.

Han Xiang wore a white dress, a white felt hat with a low brim on her head.

She carried a small white bag and wore white sheer gloves.

A silk ribbon was tied around her waist, her slender waist easily grasped, and on the long legs beneath the skirt she wore a pair of white ***, with white platform sandals on her feet.

This outfit was full of Republic‑era style.

Beside her, Song Jiaren wore a white Princess dress and a white hairband.

Lin Feng touched his nose and thought that if he went out with these two, perhaps he should change into a Zhongshan suit.

After a moment's pause, he asked, "Do you know any places outside the neighborhood where the food is good?"

Song Jiaren immediately replied, "There's a street opposite us; walk ten‑plus minutes inside and there's a dry‑pot restaurant, the food there is really tasty."

As soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her head.

Han Xiang looked down at her daughter, frowned, and asked, "How do you know that?"

Song Jiaren whispered, "One day I went out to play and ate there with a classmate. I only took a few bites, really only a few bites."

Seeing Han Xiang's serious expression, Lin Feng smiled and said, "Kids! Being greedy for food is normal, so how about we take you to eat dry pot today?"

"Good!"

Song Jiaren said happily.

Since it was Lin Feng's suggestion, Han Xiang found it hard to refuse.

Because he rarely came, Lin Feng's car wasn't registered with the property management, so it couldn't enter the underground garage, and he parked it on the roadside outside.

"You wait for me at the entrance of the residential complex; I'm going to get the car."

After saying that, Lin Feng stepped out.

In July, Yanjing's temperature was also high, and Tàiyáng was scorching.

After briskly walking for ten minutes, he was already sweating.

He got into the car, started the engine, turned on the air‑conditioner, and instantly felt cool.

After paying the parking fee, Lin Feng drove the car to the gate of the residential complex.

But strangely, Han Xiang and Song Jiaren were not at the gate.

After waiting a few more minutes, Lin Feng opened the car door, got out, and walked into the complex.

He walked forward a short distance and heard a little girl's cries together with a middle‑aged woman's scolding.

"It's because you walk without watching where you're going! You provoked my Da Hua!"

"I think you two are fox spirits! You reek of fox scent, otherwise why would my Da Hua pounce on you?"

"Now it's the new society; after the founding of the nation, you aren't allowed to become spirits. If you want to harm people, go somewhere else!"

"You committed suicide this morning; why didn't you jump earlier! Did you fall for that Little White face that saved you?"

As Lin Feng approached, he saw a middle‑aged woman with curly hair pointing at Han Xiang and Song Jiaren, berating them.

Han Xiang lowered her head, tightly hugging the sobbing Song Jiaren.

A very large horse‑dog sat beside the middle‑aged woman.

The onlookers kept a wide distance, evidently fearing the dog.

"Uncle, what's going on?"

Lin Feng moved next to an elderly man and asked curiously.

The old man frowned and said, "When that mother and daughter passed by, that horse‑dog ran over and knocked the little girl to the ground, but fortunately it didn't bite."

"That horse‑dog is a ferocious breed that easily injures people; that woman never leashes it when walking, so we keep our distance out of fear…"

Lin Feng understood, walked over immediately, frowned, and said to the middle‑aged woman, "You let your dog run loose and scared people; how can you still be right to scold them here?"

The middle‑aged woman turned her head, gave Lin Feng a glance, and sneered, "I thought someone came to meddle, and it turned out to be you! What, in just a morning, you got involved with that fox spirit?"

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Your words are really harsh, aren't they? Were you and your husband also involved back then?"

"Pfft~"

"Hahaha!"

Someone started laughing.

"Yo! So young, and that mouth is quick! I've seen many like your Little White face, they're all scumbags!"

"You're a shrew, you scum!"

"You dare insult me!?"

"I'm not insulting you! It's you who look like a shrew; who here can't see it? You think you're honored, right? Afraid that others won't notice your low quality, you have to stand out in broad daylight to perform."

"You treat this residential complex as your backyard! This is a public area, belonging to everyone! You raise the dog like a son, pamper it like a lover, ignoring our affairs, but when you let it out to flaunt affection, that's your fault…"

Lin Feng's mouth was like a machine gun, spitting out sentence after sentence with barely any pause.

The onlookers were stunned by what they heard.

The middle‑aged woman, unable to out‑insult Lin Feng, suddenly shouted, "Da Hua, bite him!"

As soon as the words finished, the horse‑dog let out a howl and lunged at Lin Feng.

How dare you let a dog bite someone!

The onlookers were horrified.

Fortunately Lin Feng reacted quickly; as he stepped back, he reached out, grabbed the horse‑dog's neck, and pinned the dog to the ground beneath him.

The horse‑dog whined and struggled violently.

"Da Hua, bite! Bite him! I have plenty of money—hundreds of millions, even billions—I can pay! At worst, I'll just lose money…"

The middle‑aged woman stood aside, shouting loudly.

Lin Feng suddenly stood up, brushed the mud off himself, and with a kick sent the already dead horse‑dog flying several meters away.

He had experience dealing with dogs in his previous life, and now after training, the horse‑dog's neck had already been snapped by him.

"Da Hua~"

The middle‑aged woman was first stunned, then ran over crying, collapsed onto the horse‑dog and wept.

"Brother, I recorded this on my phone; it can serve as evidence for you."

At that moment, a young man beside them raised his phone toward Lin Feng and shouted loudly.

"Great!"

"Well deserved death!"

"That dog should have died long ago! Last time it almost bit my little grandson."

"Kid, you did a great job!"

"That old lady whose dog died, is the dog for sale? I want to eat dog meat."

Cheers erupted around.

Someone else took the chance to mock the middle‑aged woman whose dog died.

"Ah!"

The middle-aged woman suddenly shouted, raised both hands and rushed at Lin Feng, yelling, "I'll fight you to the death!"

You can kill a dog, but you can't kill a person!

Lin Feng quickly grabbed Han Xiang, picked up Song Jiaren, and ran toward outside the residential community.

The middle-aged woman couldn't catch up, and shouted from behind, "You may escape the monk but not the temple; I won't let you go!"

Lin Feng, while running, imitated the voice of Grey Wolf and shouted loudly, "I'll be back!"

"Hahaha..."

Laughter rang out again within the residential community.

After leaving the residential community Da Men, the three quickly got into the car..

After closing the car door, Lin Feng let out a sigh of relief.

As the car started moving, Song Jiaren, sitting in the back, finally came to her senses, widened her eyes and said, "Uncle Lin, you're amazing! Will you be my dad?"

Lin Feng chuckled and said, "To be your dad, I need your mom's agreement!"

Having said that, without waiting for Han Xiang to react, he pressed the accelerator and sped up the car.

Han Xiang was about to scold her clueless daughter when the car suddenly accelerated, almost causing her to bite her own tongue.