Chapter 8 (1/2)

Feng Ping was once again woken up by the ringing sound of her phone. The skies had already turned dark outside, the gla.s.s windows outside reflecting the last wisps of light outside.

Holding the phone in one hand, she used the other to turn on a light.

The low voice of a male sounded on the other end, “Did I disturb you, my dear queen?”

“Junhao?” Holding the phone between the crook of her neck, she sat up and ran her fingers through her hair, “What are you up to now?”

“Your Majesty.” Fang Junhao's voice seemed to be a little strained, “I know I should have disturbed you because of a personal matter—”

Feng Ping cut him off, “Fang Junhao, is there something wrong with your brain?”

Fang Junhao's voice became more solemn, “Your Majesty, this subject wants to report a very serious matter.”

Feng Peng lazily replied, “If I remember correctly, when I was seven, the person who took us to Cuiming Lake because he wanted to go fis.h.i.+ng and then almost caused me to drown was you, right?”

The moment she mentioned this matter, Fang Junhao couldn't hold in his anger and continue pretending. He gritted his teeth, “How did I know you would be so stupid, drowning even though you had a life ring on. If it weren't for you, how could I have been taken away by that old man, forced to study that d.a.m.n hotel management or whatever. Ah, Cuiming Lake, the dream of my youth—”

“So sour.”

“I want to join the arts.”

“May I ask if you received your parents' permission?” Feng Ping naughtily asked.

Fang Junhao suddenly felt stifled. Speaking of this, it was quite an embarra.s.sing matter. As someone whose about to turn thirty years-old, standing over 170cm tall, he was actually terrified of his old father. It doesn't make any sense, it really doesn't.

“My da xiaojie, please help me. That old man will definitely listen if you say it.”

“Naturally he'll listen to me, but he'll be sad. Why should I do something to make him sad?”

“Then you're okay with making me sad?”

“You, sad?” Feng Ping snorted, “Who knows how carefree you've been living in Europe. All those erotic photos on the magazine covers were provided by you, right?”

“It's called art!” Fang Junhao yelled, “I won the top award at a professional photography compet.i.tion…”

“Nagging me won't get you anywhere. If you have the guts, go ask Uncle Fang.” Switch positions on the pillow, Feng Ping's stomach started to grumble, and she opened her mouth, “Hey, if you don't have anything to do, come eat dinner with me?”

“Dinner?” Fang Junhao began to yell again, “I say, Your Majesty, it's already 11:30 PM and you still haven't eaten dinner?”

“No matter how great I am, I can't do anything without eating!(1)” Feng Ping pretended to cry.

“You have 15 minutes.”

Feng Ping was about to say something to him when she heard him already hang up the phone. Whatever, she could only get up to wash herself and change clothes. Fang Junhao's car hadn't arrived yet when she was already waiting downstairs. She was confident that he would definitely drive that excessively extravagant Porsche. She wasn't wrong.

Sitting inside, she spoke, “I wanted to just eat some fast food around here…”

Fang Junhao stared at her, “Fast food? If that gets spread around, you dying of hunger is a small matter, but my losing face is a big matter.”

Feng Ping kept silent, not bothering to argue with him.

“What do you want to eat?”

Whatever.” After a bit, she asked, “That reminds me, has Junyi returned?”

“She's flying in tomorrow afternoon, just in time for that d.a.m.n charity ball.”

“You must be generous, fellow student Fang Junhao.” Feng Ping sang.

“I am very generous, I just can't handle the troubles that come with being in contact with so many people.”

That part was true. Feng Ping continued the topic from earlier, “Junyi is eighteen this year, right?”

“Seventeen.” Speaking of this younger sister of his, Fang Junhao was full of complaints, “Actually she should be the one that needs to be taught a lesson. The money she spends in a year is more than what I spent in a year when I was her age, yet that old man doesn't scold her at all…”

Feng Ping laughed, “Isn't the purpose of money to be used?”

Fang Junhao turned a corner at a quick speed and then glared at her, “You'll know once you see her. She's even worse than when you were her age.”

Feng Ping immediately stared back, “Hm?”

Fang Junhao hurriedly gave a sheepish smile, “What I mean is that now that you're older and wiser, the things that you do are steadier too, hehe, Bingchen also praised you last time…”

The roads were clear this late at night and with Fang Junhao's expert driving skills, they arrived at Ruili Restaurant's parking garage after just a couple of turns. An employee immediately came out to a.s.sist them.

The both of them entered the elevator going up, and sat down at a table near the window. Feng Ping was starving and ordered a couple of heavier dishes so that she could eat more rice. Fang Junhao shook his head at her, pouring tea while nagging her about healthy living, causing her to become annoyed, “If everything is done like this, then what's the point of living?”

Fang Junhao lamented, “Living was originally a boring thing anyways.”