Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1017: The Story of Ling and Heng (280)

Feng Ling watched him mildly: "It doesn't matter who you married. It's none of my business."

She bent down and picked up the pillow on the ground. With an expression of distaste, she tossed it into her laundry basket as though it couldn't be used again if she didn't wash it.

Li Nanheng watched the little woman's actions, every second clearly indicated that she hated him and even found him distasteful.

He suddenly recalled that year when he was absent from the base. For the seven hundred plus nights he endured since then, he would lose sleep at the thought of her. The little woman who finished an entire bottle of brandy all by herself and who was publicly thrown onto the ground on the very next day. On that very day, her secrets were completely exposed. All of her pride, determination, and reputation were utterly destroyed.

Whenever he recalled everything that happened on that day, all of the pain he was going through felt well-deserved.

The man tossed his jacket down again. "None of your business? If you insist on using such indifference to look at what happened, very well, I won't force you. Let's go out for a meal together?"

Feng Ling watched him as though he had gone mad. She refused him. "I don't feel like eating."

Li Nanheng did not insist. He sat back down on the sofa. "Then order delivery. I'll leave after I've eaten."

Prior to this, Feng Ling did not believe that Li Nanheng could be this shameless.

She watched the man on the couch coldly. "Do you plan on acting shameless here till the end?"

The man openly crossed his leg and responded lightly, "En."

"You…"

"Can you win me in a fight?"

"…"

"Do you have the strength to push me out?"

"…"

"The entire American Army and Police Force have relations with the XI Base. Do you think you can get rid of me even if you reported to the police now?"

"…"

"Order takeaway." The man's voice was languid and indolent, driving one mad with anger without any repentance. He sat down on her sofa and refused to leave.

Feng Ling breathed in heavily and abruptly turned to enter the kitchen. She tossed the remaining pieces of bread in front of him and slammed a bottle of jam down heavily: "Eat! Leave after you're done eating!"

Li Nanheng scanned the things on the coffee table. He did not nitpick at the food and instead reached out to pick them up for a glance: "You made me eat this in the afternoon but I didn't eat it. Now that it's dinnertime, you're making me eat this again?"

"Eat it if you please. Otherwise, scram now." Feng Ling's patience had been pushed to its limits. As she watched the man who was more shameless than ever, all of her composure and indifference had transformed into a ruthless emotion. She really wanted to kick him off of the building from the fifteenth storey.

Li Nanheng did not look at her. He casually picked up the jam for a look. A moment later, he lifted one corner of his lips: "Your tastes have changed. It's blueberry flavoured."

Feng Ling wasn't an emotional person. However, when she heard his words, she abruptly recalled the blueberry cake he had brought her out to eat back then.

It seemed like ever since then, she became somewhat biased toward blueberry flavoured things. Afterward, the bias transformed into an obsession. Whenever there were options, it was as though the blueberry option was the only one she could see.

She did not respond to his words and only looked at the time: "Can you finish it in ten minutes?"

The man spread the blueberry jam on the bread; it had been in the fridge for the entire day and she did not warm it up or toast it. Even if it wasn't hard, it was definitely cold. There was no way one would feel comfortable eating it.

However, the man directly bit down on it. With two to three bites, he finished the two pieces of bread pressed together with some jam in between. He then continued to apply the jam on the rest of the bread. Within three to four minutes, he finished all of the bread.

After eating, he slowly closed the jar and placed it aside. He finally then looked up at her: "A very grand dinner; not bad."

Feng Ling: "…"

She wanted to ask if the man had lost his mind, but he had already stood up. He picked up his jacket and carelessly said. "I've disturbed you."

He then left.

Finally, as the room door was shut and her surroundings returned to its silence, she stood alone in her room.

Feng Ling stared at the bottle of jam on the coffee table and did not move for a long while.

——

Feng Ling had fallen sick.

When the students learned that Coach Ah Ling, who hasn't taken a leave since she began working at the martial arts club, had actually applied for a two days sick leave, they were all surprised. They deeply suspected that something bad had happened.

The true reason was because, after Li Nanheng left that night, Feng Ling felt as though her apartment was covered in the man's scent. The kitchen, bathroom, sofa and living room, no matter where she went, she felt as though the man left proof of his existence in the place. Even though in actuality, he did not leave anything behind.

Thus, on that cold winter night, she opened all of her windows in an attempt to get rid of the man's scent and the faint cigarette smell.

In the end, she kept the windows open for too long and the temperature was far too cold. The sides of her windows had also become frozen and could not be shut properly. As a result, she suffered through the wind as she slept.

Coincidentally, Feng Ling's bed faced that very set of windows. She unluckily caught a cold from the wind seeping through.

The next morning, she did not manage to climb out of bed. The world felt as though it was tilting on its axis. She barely managed to pick up her phone to call the head coach and her boss to apply for a leave. Afterward, she fell asleep for the entire day and only woke up the next afternoon. She did not have much appetite and only boiled some water. She then sat on the sofa with her blanket wrapped around herself as she sipped her water. Thus, she barely managed to endure through the second day of her leave.

She only applied for one day of leave, but failed to make it for work on day two.

Her trashcan t was filled with napkins and her coughs were relentless.

She suffered through the day half-asleep on the sofa. That night, Feng Ling was about to take a warm shower when a knock resounded against her door.

Right now, she was extremely sensitive to anyone who would visit her. When she heard the noise, she subconsciously chose not to open the door. She wanted to play dead at home.

The person outside made a few attempts but stopped when there was no response. As the room fell silent once more, just as Feng Ling was preparing to return to her bedroom, he phone rang.

She sniffled as she picked up her phone and saw that it was actually a call from Chen Beiqing. She answered the call in suspicion: "Hello?"

"Why didn't you open the door? Aren't you resting at home right now?"

The person who knocked was Student Chen?

Feng Ling paused and turned to the living room. She opened the door to see that Chen Beiqing was standing outside. The phone he held was still connected to hers in a call.

The moment Chen Beiqing saw Feng Ling's slightly reddened nose, he raised his brows: "You're really sick. I thought you were avoiding me."