Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 17 I will inherit everything from my father, including you - Male protagonist's perspective (17)

He was only 9 years old when he first met Feng Jiao.

It is always a little chilly in early autumn. The swaying ginkgo leaves outside the window are flying and falling, which is totally inconsistent with his free and unrestrained nature and forms a sharp contrast.

Inside the house, Sheng Mingshi let out an impatient sigh. The servant beside him who was responsible for wringing out the water and changing the towel pursed his lips tightly, his hands trembling, for fear of upsetting the sick young master.

"Get out of here! I want to get out!"

The servant said in a low voice as expected, with a pale face:

"Master, you have a fever and Madam won't let you go out."

"Go away!"

The boy on the chair had a cute face, and one could vaguely tell he would be handsome in the future.

At this moment, he frowned and looked impatiently at the servants who were trying to stop him from leaving the house.

It was just that he went into the water when it was cold in early autumn and caught a cold.

His strict mother kept him in the house to rest and told him not to go out until he got better from the cold.

He has been imprisoned alive for three days!

It's really boring.

Sheng Mingshi frowned, threw the scarf on his head to the ground and wanted to rush out the door.

The next second, a soft laugh sounded outside the window, suddenly stopping him in his tracks.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, Sheng Mingshi turned around and returned to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Under the huge ginkgo tree, there was a girl in a white dress with curved eyebrows, well-behaved and gentle, and a pair of watery almond eyes flashing with fragmented light.

She looked at the tree curiously, picked up the ginkgo leaves on the ground with a smile, and then jumped up and raised her hands high to scatter them.

As she moved, apricot leaves flew and fell around the girl.

It happened that a breeze blew at this moment, and the ginkgo leaves began to rustle and scatter.

The girl with a soft and fair face tilted her head back, blinked her bright eyes, and happily spun around under the tree.

What a fool.

Sheng Mingshi thought silently, but his eyes could not move away from the jumping figure.

In this way, someone who has always been free-spirited stayed in the house for several days in a row, and would look out the window at a certain time.

The expression changed from initial disdain, teasing, and contempt to silence, curiosity, and expectation.

The servants naturally noticed the abnormal atmosphere and glanced outside the window at the little girl who appeared on time every day.

After looking at each other, they reported it to the lady.

"little girl?"

In the study, a graceful woman sat and sipped tea with a calm expression.

"Yes..." The servant didn't dare to raise his eyes and said weakly, "...it seems to be the daughter of Nanny Luo Ma."

"Mother Luo had a daughter when she was old, and she doted on her very much, so she kept her by her side all the time..."

Lanzhi was obviously surprised by the servant's explanation.

Luo Ma is an elder of the Sheng family. She said calmly, "Don't worry about it."

What kind of storm can a little girl stir up?

It just happened to make my son, who always wanted to go out and play, stay at home and focus.

So, with the tacit consent of the Sheng family, nine-year-old Sheng Mingshi and nine-year-old Feng Jiao met and got to know each other. From the initial fighting to the later laughter, four seasons passed in a flash.

When does the story officially begin?

It was his parents who had just returned from a business trip and saw the two of them slowly approaching each other in the kitchen.

He was only a few inches away from kissing the girl on the lips.

Apparently not expecting such an awkward situation, Feng Jiao’s face flushed and she pushed away the approaching figure, trying to explain in a panic.

It didn't work.

The couple was furious. Not only did they lock him up in the room, they also threatened that Feng Jiao would never be allowed to appear in front of him again.

The absurd farce lasted for several weeks and ended with him attempting suicide and Feng Jiao's mother resigning.

Perhaps his extreme behavior completely frightened his parents, so when he proposed to transfer Feng Jiao to the key class of the aristocratic high school, they agreed.

In the classroom, I watched that pretty figure introducing herself at the podium with a bright smile, like a little sun.

Sheng Mingshi looked at her with a silly smile, and the younger brothers beside him naturally understood what he meant. Whenever they had a chance to contact her, they would call her sister-in-law.

I don’t know if it was out of shame or anger, but Feng Jiao’s face would always turn red. She would glare at the naughty boy who was smiling beside her and then run away.

Like a little rabbit with its fur standing on end, she needed him to stroke her fur, but Sheng Mingshi smiled dotingly and was happy to do it.

He thought that life would go on like this sweetly, until he ran into Feng Jiao secretly delivering medicine to the handsome boy named Pei Yan.

He knew that the young man was often injured, his parents had both passed away, and his uncle had seized the family property and treated him very badly.

He also knew Feng Jiao's warm heart and kind nature, and although he was a little jealous, he did not stop her.

He could bear it once or twice, but over time, Sheng Mingshi felt the extreme gap.

He and Feng Jiao had been fighting since they were little, and most of the time they were bickering, like a pair of bickering lovers.

But it was different when she was with Pei Yan. She was gentle, considerate, attentive and meticulous, taking care of every aspect.

Several times when he couldn't help asking, he only got perfunctory answers from the girl.

Over time, he began to dislike the young man.

Even though he knew that Feng Jiao's medicine had never been sent out, he still gathered his younger brothers to trip up and attack the boy from time to time.

Every sneak attack went smoothly because Pei Yan was always alone. Until that day.

The woman who carelessly crushed his calves with her high heels in the dark, leaving several bloody holes, told him with her actions:

Pei Yan is not alone.

"It's you, you rude thing."

The voice was clear and lazy, but Sheng Mingshi could feel the undisguised coldness and murderousness underneath.

She wanted to kill him.

Sheng Mingshi sensed this intention and gritted his teeth, wanting to make a final resistance, but he heard the woman chuckle and said lightly:
"I'll send it to you to meet Feng Jiao..." He paused, then hinted, "...as a token of my love."

Before he could react, a strong pulling force was felt on his neck, mercilessly dragging him straight to the edge of the alley and making him sit down.

There were so many figures on the street that the nearest one even passed by him. He opened his mouth to call out, but the man seemed not to hear or see him and just walked away.

Almost in an instant, he saw two people standing opposite each other not far away.

He saw the worry in the girl's eyes and heard the anxiety in her words.

Even after the appearance of a woman and the guidance of a woman, he heard Feng Jiao's loud and unhesitating words of dislike with his own ears.

……

When he woke up in the hospital, Feng Jiao was not there.

When he returned home to recuperate, Feng Jiao stayed with him for a few days, and then disappeared again.

The day he received her call for help, Sheng Mingshi had just been able to get out of bed and walk.

When faced with a strict mother and a silent father blocking his way, he still chose to save her.

"Mother."

"Her life will never intersect with mine again."

"But I don't want her to be arranged like this."

These are what Sheng Mingshi said in a hoarse voice before leaving.

He still rescued Feng Jiao.

Looking at the girl on the bed with a flushed face begging him, Sheng Mingshi shook off her hand for the first time.

The doctor who arrived restrained the figure, who sat on the sofa, smoking until dawn.

……

After graduating from high school, Sheng Mingshi blocked and deleted all contact information of Feng Jiao.

He followed his parents' arrangement to study abroad, and with his parents' deliberate matchmaking, he met Jiang Xue, a well-matched lady from the Jiang family who was also studying abroad.

Business marriages are very common. He is the only son of the Sheng family. He would have resisted for various reasons. But now...

Sheng Mingshi quickly accepted this excellent fiancée.

When Jiang Xue returned to China for a class reunion in her junior year, she was already more than three months pregnant.

He attended the party because of Pei Yan.

During the years since he took over his own overseas company, he had been suppressed and teased by Pei Yan. Pei Yan let him feel that there was an opportunity for him to take advantage of, while at the same time slowly pushing him into the abyss.

Even though we are across several countries, he can still be played with like a dog.

As he was in the wrong, Sheng Mingshi wanted to return to China to apologize in person.

He had thought about meeting Feng Jiao, but he didn't expect that the delicate and brilliant girl of the past had become much quieter now.

Facing the pair of almond-shaped eyes filled with tears, Sheng Mingshi looked at them indifferently, his fingertips trembling impatiently, but he did not feel too much in his heart.

He raised his hand and said:
"This is my fiancée, Jiang Xue."

……

Unfortunately, he did not meet Pei Yan.

Fortunately, not long after that, he received Pei Yan's wedding invitation.

In the magnificent church, Sheng Mingshi looked at the couple kissing each other passionately in front of the priest and guests from all walks of life. In the silence, his wife patted his hand soothingly.

The two looked at each other, Sheng Mingshi raised his eyes and offered his sincere blessings to the newlyweds.

……

The memories came to an abrupt end. The man sitting on the chair frowned with a painful look on his face.

"Does it hurt again?"

Jiang Xue, who came rushing over, frowned worriedly and quickly covered the man's legs with the blanket that had rolled to the ground.

She looked at it and couldn't help but sigh.

Ever since the injury in the alley, the man's calves would ache dully every time the weather got cold, and no amount of medicine or massage would help.

It was like a curse, haunting him forever.

Perhaps the worry and sadness on the woman's face were too obvious, Sheng Mingshi pursed his lips and tried his best to smile to comfort her:
"I am fine."

"Papa~"

Not far away, a soft child's voice called softly, instantly softening the expressions of the two people in the room.

In the blink of an eye, their child was born and has reached the age of toddlers.

Not far away, the small, soft ball was seen with its arms outstretched under the protection of the servants behind it.

He smiled dazedly and slowly walked towards the two of them.

(End of this chapter)