Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1011: The Story of Ling and Heng (274)

Sensing the person behind her, Feng Ling did not head home directly. Instead, she paused to visit the supermarket nearby and bought some things. As she pushed her shopping cart along, she paid attention to the person hiding behind the shelves.

She strolled around in the supermarket for thirty minutes, until the sky had completely darkened, before she sensed that the person had left. She finally then paid for her items and left.

After leaving the supermarket, she still did not head back. Instead, she walked through the parking lot and took a glance at every vehicle parked there.

After living here for half a year, she had an impression of all of the vehicles frequently parked here. With her keen senses, she always noticed whenever a new car appeared. Strangely, for the past few days, she did not notice any stranger or unfamiliar cars. Earlier as well, there was no one who caught her attention in particular.

She then returned to her car and sat quietly for an hour. After confirming that the person had really left, she finally closed the car door and quickly returned to her building. She scanned her surroundings and glanced up at the surveillance cameras installed at the end of the hallways. After some deliberation, she entered her apartment.

The strange situation continued for three days. Whenever Feng Ling returned home, she would sense someone watching her from the back. However, no matter what, she failed to find any unfamiliar cars or suspicious individuals.

On the third day, she decisively turned into a nearby corner to hide. No matter if it was behind the trees, between the buildings, whichever dark corner, or even the cafes, dessert stores and little restaurants, the various people inside were all buying, eating, and drinking normally. Their gaze was completely different from the one she had sensed.

Since arriving in Boston, she did not provoke anyone. Nobody was aware of her identity and she did not have any enemies. If she thought about anyone she could have possibly offended, she could only think of those gang members she had helped Chen Beiqing obstruct. However, it had been a long time since that incident. If they had the ability to take revenge, they definitely wouldn't have waited so long to make a move.

A few days ago, the head coach had reminded her to pay attention to her safety. After all, the clothes she had worn on that wrestling ring had been too seductive. Not only did she successfully earn a large sum of money, her figure was also good. The whole event had been broadcasted on television for the whole world to see. If anyone recognized her, they could very well try to come close to her to take advantage of her. Of course, if they were only typical perverts, she would have no trouble taking care of them.

However, the person stalking her clearly was not a typical civilian.

He was able to evade all of her defenses and keen senses, and he did not leave the slightest marks for her to find.

Both his combat skills and senses were way above hers.

Strangely, a thought suddenly flashed into her mind. Her face immediately turned cold and she abandoned all efforts to look for the person, turning to head back home.

After arriving at her apartment, she tossed her bag aside and approached the windows to look outside. It seemed to be peaceful downstairs; there were no vehicles driving away. The peacefulness of it all made her feel as though she had been thinking too much for the past three days.

"Knock, knock"

Feng Ling had removed her coat and was about to prepare dinner when she abruptly heard the knocks against her door. The rhythmic noise caused her skin to be covered in goosebumps. She spun around to look at the door and directly approached.

She stood by the doorway, unsure of who was outside. Her gaze was cold as she thought through the possibilities. She then recalled that the person was much more skilled than her; aside from that person, she really could not think of anyone else who would come and stalk her for no good reason. She abruptly opened the door and looked up coldly.

In the end, all she saw was a middle-aged man dressed in his work uniform. The man stood outside with a box in his hands: "Hello, is this Miss Ah Ling? I have your package."

Feng Ling glanced at the box in his hands before turning to look at him: "When did you come up? I don't remember ordering anything."

"I typically make my way down from the highest floor. There were two packages to be delivered upstairs earlier. I then climbed the staircase down to your floor." The delivery man smiled at her politely and offered her a pen: "Please sign here."

Feng Ling suspiciously received the package. She checked to see that the sender's address was the nearby wrestling wring and finally placed her doubts away. She lifted her pen to sign the package and closed the door.

She opened the box to see that it was the award cup and commemoration doll sent by the event host. There was also a set of black wrestling clothes made to her size, with the organiser's name written on it.

After checking through the items, Feng Ling sat down on her couch and looked at the gold award cup.

She suddenly sighed with a smile.

It seemed she had been thinking too much.

She had always been cautious to avoid him. How could he possibly manage to find her?

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On weekends, the classes ran all day. Feng Ling had received three classes; not just the ones from Chen Beiqing. In the martial arts club, they offered three levels of classes; beginner, intermediate and expert. She taught all of them. These students typically only had three classes a week, but after adding it all up, she spent at least six hours teaching everyday.

The busier work was, the more her life felt fulfilled and stable.

The reason the head coach and the boss of the martial arts club were both especially fond of her was because she didn't mind working hard. As long as there was the need for it, and it was something she could achieve, she would never refuse them. The other coaches often taught about taking a break to accompany their family members or significant other. Feng Ling was the only one who arranged for work to be busy. She never took a single day off. Even on proper holidays, she would still sit in the coaches' office to look through the basics of combat for the entire day.

According to her colleagues and students, the way she lived was completely unlike a woman.

Yet, she was unbelievably beautiful and clueless of the fact.

As a result, she carried a special charm unique to her.

There was still one last class to be held on Sunday afternoon. All of the coaches had headed home, leaving Feng Ling alone to wait for the students.

Finally, as the students slowly filed in, she checked the time to see that there were still ten minutes before class started. Thus, she continued resting in the office. A moment later, she stood up to pour herself a cup of water. However, the moment she walked around the office table, she abruptly saw Chen Beiqing walking in with a large bouquet of red roses.

Looking at the familiar bouquet, Feng Ling glanced at Chen Beiqing, who had actually come personally with the flowers today. Her expression was mild as she walked past him with the cup in her hand. She did not spare him an extra glance.