Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1010: The Story of Ling and Heng (273)

Wen Leqing smiled. "It's okay. It doesn't matter whether it's you or not. Anyway, I will not tell others. For these two years, only I know your phone number, and only I know how you left two years ago. Although you have been reluctant to tell me where you are now, I will not force you to tell me, but Feng Ling, listen to me, Nanheng has been looking for you like crazy for the past two years, he…"

When Feng Ling heard this name, the smile on her face gradually disappeared. "I'm going to hang up."

"Feng Ling!" Wen Leqing was a bit helpless. "I am not trying to persuade you to forgive him. I know how miserable you were when you were kicked out of the base. I saw you fall on the roadside with my own eyes, but Nanheng had been staying in the base in the last two years and the seniors of the Li family are not allowed to enter the base again. He has not returned to the Li family for two years and has refused to see them. He has really been looking for you. Although I don't know why he got married, I can tell that he really cares about you. There must be a reason that he didn't explain it to you…"

"These are not important, Miss Wen. It has been so long and I have forgotten it," Feng Ling said indifferently. "I am very grateful to you for keeping secrets for me and not forcing me to tell you where I am now. I can only tell you that I am living well. My life is peaceful, my job is stable, and everything is fine. You don't have to worry about me and I don't want to see those people again. As time goes by, we'll gradually forget each other."

"How can you forget him? If you can, you wouldn't wear a mask in the competition, right? It means you have never forgotten him."

Feng Ling didn't speak anymore but looked at the audience laughing on the TV, but she didn't think it funny at all.

"Miss Wen, I am very grateful for your help to me back then, but I really want to say goodbye to my past, so stop telling me about those people or that man. I don't want to hear," Feng Ling said bluntly. "You should know that if it weren't because I was grateful for your kindness to me, perhaps I'd had already cut off contact with you. Please don't take me wrong. I am just expressing my position."

Wen Leqing sighed. "I understand, but Nanheng has been looking for you for the past two years…"

"I guess you must be tired. Please take a rest early and good night." Feng Ling hung up the phone.

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The prize money for the championship was distributed. Feng Ling used the head coach's bank card to receive the money. In the past two years, she had never used her real name and had been using others' bank cards. The head coach was very nice to her and she trusted him. The head coach urged her to use this money to buy a small house to settle down, which was better than renting a house.

Feng Ling had no idea about these things. All she needed was food to eat and a place to live, but the other coaches all said so, so she searched in the nearby neighborhood and chose a duplex apartment of about 60 square meters near where she lived now. With the prize money and the salary she had saved over the past two years, she could pay a down payment.

It was better to buy an apartment than save the money in the bank. Besides, she could decorate the apartment as she liked.

So she bought it.

Because it was not a new property and she didn't like the old decoration of this apartment, she had the apartment renovated. Thus she couldn't live in it until at least half a year later. Now she still lived in the small house she rented.

She didn't mind living here. It made no difference to her.

Feng Ling won the championship this time. Although the people around her were happy for her, they did not spread the news because, obviously, she wanted to keep a low profile.

Her life was fairly peaceful.

Except for Chen Beiqing who insisted on sending her a bouquet of flowers every time he came.

"Coach Ling, where will you put the flowers today? Put them in the trash can? Or in Auntie Cleaner's car?" A coach helped her sign for the flowers and came in all smiles with the flowers.

Feng Ling was sitting at her desk watching the training videos. Hearing his words, she didn't even lift her eyelids. "Whatever."

"Tsk, whatever? Mr. Chen is really persistent. You have never smiled at him but he still sends you flowers three times a week, each time with a different variety. Today is the champagne rose flown in from France. Umm, they smell so good!"

Feng Ling still didn't raise her eyelids and continued to watch the videos on the computer.

Seeing her cold and indifferent as ever, the coach smacked his lips and threw the bouquet in his hand to the passing Auntie Cleaner.

After class, Chen Beiqing said to Feng Ling that he was going to attend the birthday party of one of his friends tonight and if she would like to be his female companion and Feng Ling refused. Chen Beiqing said with regret, "If you don't accompany me today, I will keep following you until you agree to go."

Feng Ling just ignored him, put away her stuff, and went home.

She drove back to where she lived, got out of the car and was about to walk in. Suddenly, she stopped because there seemed to be someone following her behind. She turned around with a jerk but saw no one. Then she looked around the vehicles around, picked up the phone with a cold look, and called Chen Beiqing.

After the call was got through, she was about to ask him if he was following her, but when she heard the loud noise of the party from the other side of the line, she knew it was not him.

"Where are you?" Feng Ling frowned and asked.

Chen Beiqing laughed on the phone. "What? Regret not coming with me? I'm drinking, and now I can't drive to pick you up. Shall I send someone to pick you up?"

"No, I'm not going." Feng Ling hung up the phone, frowned and walked inside, paying attention to the sound behind her as she walked.

Someone was following her indeed.

And this person wasn't found by her although he had been following her all the way. Obviously, this person was stronger than her.

Who could it be?