Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 16: A Glimpse into the Lives of All Beings

In the private room of Xiao Nan Guo, Nanfeng and the others did everything they could to coax Wanyu.

Even Guan Gu, who was still completely confused about the situation, tried to smooth things over with his broken Chinese, which gradually calmed Wan Yu down.

Actually, Wanyu doesn't dislike the existence of love advisors. If she were in her own shoes, if her friend or family member wanted to pursue a girl, she would also help give advice.

However, it's fine for a relationship strategist to offer advice, but you can't let anyone find out.

Especially when you look at the balcony and see so many strategists standing there, anyone would get angry to some extent.

Looking at Lu Zhanbo beside her, who was looking reserved and hadn't said much, Wan Yu still felt some lingering anger.

You were so eloquent just now, but now that you don't have your advisors backing you up, you can't even say a single sweet nothing to a young girl?

If you had said a few more words, they would have readily agreed, saving everyone the trouble of trying to persuade them for so long.

Humph.

"Alright, everyone, there's no need to say anymore. I'm not angry anymore," Wan Yu said with a smile at the dinner table, indicating that the matter was now over in public.

As for whether they went to each other privately, even Wan Yu herself probably doesn't know.

"Alright, now that Wanyu is no longer angry, we should get down to business."

Nanfeng, who was hosting the dinner, raised his glass to everyone: "The main purpose of our meal here today is to welcome our new tenants in room 3602..."

Suddenly, Nanfeng felt dizzy and disoriented, as if the world was turning upside down, and he almost couldn't hold his wine glass.

"Nanfeng, what's wrong?" Everyone saw Nanfeng holding a wine glass, and suddenly froze halfway through his sentence, asking in confusion.

"...It's okay, I just forgot his name for a moment, sorry."

"Alright." Yifei, who was the self-proclaimed leader here, stood up and raised her glass: "Guan Gu, everyone has already introduced themselves. From now on, we are all neighbors on the same floor. It is only right that we help each other and take care of each other."

"So, everyone, raise your glasses and welcome Guan Gu to Love Apartment 3602."

Sekiya was flattered and held up the wine glass: "Thank you very much."

Guan Gu was genuinely surprised by how enthusiastic everyone in the apartment he was staying at; it was practically a passionate affair.

"Cheers!" Everyone raised their glasses.

"Cheers!" Nanfeng's hand trembled slightly.

Glasses filled with wheat-colored liquid clinked and clashed under the dazzling lights, refracting beautiful arcs of light that were mesmerizing.

Each crisp clinking sound was followed by the gurgling sound of the wine flowing from the bottom of the bottle into the glass, occasionally accompanied by cheers and applause from the crowd.

After a few rounds of drinks, everyone, who had initially been somewhat reserved because of what had happened earlier, completely let loose and showed their true colors once the alcohol took effect.

Nanfeng leaned back quietly in her seat, her eyes slightly tired, but her expression was extremely relaxed.

His gaze seemed to transcend the lights and the private room, stretching to a very, very far place on the horizon. However, Nanfeng eventually brought his gaze back, looking at his friends with a happy and warm expression.

Around the small round table, Yifei seemed preoccupied. Zeng Xiaoxian, who was drunk, shamelessly moved closer to Yifei, wanting to perform his funny eyebrow dance for her.

Yifei tried desperately to refuse, but Zeng Xiaoxian, who was drunk, was not only incredibly strong, but also seemed to have little fear of pain. With her head spinning, Yifei couldn't think of a way to deal with Zeng Xiaoxian for the time being, so the bored Yifei could only listlessly pick up her wine glass and watch the even more bored Mei Maowu.

Zhanbo and Wanyu seemed to have completely reconciled. The two, who were already innocent and carefree, became even more unrestrained in their conversation after getting drunk, talking about everything from Transformers to tokusatsu movies, from tokusatsu movies to the Three Hundred Tang Poems, and then from the Three Hundred Tang Poems to tongue twisters...

Now they've started talking about pointless questions like whether an online novelist named Sweet Potato Pigeon writes a pile of crap.

The newcomer, Guan Gu, was having a great time chatting with Curry Sauce. Since Curry Sauce was only sixteen years old, everyone unanimously decided that she could only drink orange juice at the table. However, for her, the feast in front of her was definitely more attractive than the drinks.

At this moment, the drunk Guan Gu was boasting about his father, Guan Gu Kenjiro, calling him the greatest chef in all of Japan. Curry Sauce listened to Guan Gu describe the process of making Japanese food as if she were watching a food show while eating, which was very satisfying.

Of course, she also acted as Guan Gu's Chinese teacher in the process, correcting his usage of Chinese. This may be the only thing Curry Sauce could teach Guan Gu.

It can only be said that these two are simply using each other as tools.

Meijia is now completely drunk. Just now she was shouting and yelling nonsense like "Handsome guys, beautiful girls, party, you all need to get hyped up."

Thankfully, the soundproofing in Xiao Nan Guo's private rooms has always been quite good; otherwise, people outside might think they were having some kind of naked party inside.

Fortunately, Zi Qiao had a good alcohol tolerance and he stopped Mei Jia in time. Mei Jia was now lying drunk in Zi Qiao's arms. Her mood swings were as fast as an actress's. One second she was giggling in Zi Qiao's ear, and the next she was cursing at him. Now Mei Jia was acting like a child, asking Zi Qiao to go see the meteor shower with her.

Nanfeng wasn't surprised by Meijia's state, but what truly astonished him was Ziqiao's reaction. Regardless of Meijia's tantrums and unreasonable behavior, Ziqiao, slightly drunk, displayed remarkable gentleness and patience throughout the process.

Ziqiao held Meijia in his arms, his eyes filled with a tranquility and focus that was completely different from usual, as if he were holding his whole world in his arms.

A smile unconsciously crept onto Nanfeng's lips as he picked up his glass, which contained chilled lemonade.

He never really liked alcohol, and after the car accident, due to the blood clot in his brain, he stopped drinking altogether. But now Nanfeng felt like he was drunk.

He looked at the diverse faces at the dinner table, and thought that perhaps when they woke up tomorrow morning, many of them would put on the masks that had just been removed by alcohol and hide their true selves again for the sake of life.

But so what?

"Drink today, for tomorrow we may die," Nanfeng said in a barely audible voice.

Cheers, everyone!

……

Yifei had a dry mouth and a splitting headache.

She went out of the bedroom to get some water, only to find that all the drinking water in the suite was gone. She was in so much pain that she didn't have the energy to boil water and wait for it to cool down.

She went to the balcony, hoping to use the cold wind in the early morning to wake herself up, and in the blink of an eye she saw that room 3603 was brightly lit.

3603 is Nanfeng's suite, and the balcony is also Nanfeng's balcony.

For Yifei, installing a swing chair on the 6th-floor balcony was obviously an extremely dangerous and irresponsible act, but Nanfeng, who usually had an indifferent attitude towards many things, had an unusual insistence on this matter.

Fortunately, the safety of this swing chair is indeed very well guaranteed. Unless Nanfeng suddenly decides to let go at the highest point and fly freely, there is unlikely to be any problems.

But what Yifei fears is that Nanfeng might suddenly have a mental breakdown... just like his father.

Nanfeng was sitting in his comfortable swing chair, holding a laptop in his arms and working on it.

Nanfeng's hearing, like his voice, is abnormally abnormal.

Yifei has practiced martial arts since she was a child and has never slacked off, but even when she deliberately tries to hide her figure, she can never escape Nanfeng's ears.

This time was no exception. Almost as soon as Yifei stepped onto the balcony, Nanfeng looked up and locked onto her.

Nanfeng waved, signaling Yifei to come over.

Yifei immediately planned to climb over both balconies, but Nanfeng anticipated her move and stopped her, telling her to obediently use the front door.

It's one thing to rummage through the balcony during the day, but at night, in the dark and after drinking so much, she still dared to rummage through the balcony.

For a moment, Nanfeng couldn't figure out which of the two seemed more reckless.

"What are you still busy with so late?" Yifei opened the half-closed door of 3603, and Nanfeng was still leaning on his swing chair without looking up.

"In order to improve the development of the entire online platform of dubbing studios, dubbing studios can no longer just bury themselves in dubbing."

"The internet has been developing rapidly in recent years, but no matter how the internet trends change, it's always right to let the studios establish themselves and seize a favorable position first, and then make corresponding adjustments based on the specific situation in the future."

"Taking the first step leads to further advancement; that's quite an idea."

Yifei then asked, "Is there anything left to drink at home? I'm dying of thirst."

There's still some hot milk in the kitchen, and the water dispenser has hot water too. The hangover medicine is in the first-aid kit in the left drawer under the coffee table on the side facing the balcony.

"If you're hungry, there are plenty of sandwiches in the fridge. Microwave them on medium for three minutes for the best taste. Remember to put them on a ceramic plate and wear cloth gloves when you take them out."

"Stop rambling." Hu Yifei first drank a glass of warm water, then opened the refrigerator. The contents of the refrigerator were neatly arranged: sauces next to the door, chilled lemonade at the bottom, various fruits in the fruit basket in the middle, and a dense array of boxed sandwiches on the top.

"Why do you still have the same three things in your fridge?"

"Otherwise what?" Nanfeng continued typing on his laptop. "I can't cook, and washing dishes is still a hassle even though I have a dishwasher. As for ordering takeout, I really can't say whether it's healthier or a sandwich."

"I asked you to come over and have dinner with us, but you weren't willing..."

"Forget it. Junior Sister, even my old man can't eat your food. He says it's worse than tree bark during the famine."

"That was before. My cooking skills have improved so much since then."

"It took you more than ten years to evolve from food that could poison people to the barely edible fried rice you are now. I'll be happy to eat your cooking when you can easily cook a gourmet meal in another ten years."

"You think you'll only be willing to eat my food ten years from now? How can you dream like that every day?" Hu Yifei laughed in exasperation. How dare you question my cooking skills? If that day ever comes, who would be willing to cook for you?

"It is indeed a good thing, after all, I may not even be alive ten years from now," Nanfeng replied nonchalantly.

Yifei's expression froze: "That's not what I meant."

She went out onto the balcony, where a spacious swing chair could comfortably accommodate three or four people. Yifei sat on the other side of the swing and comforted Nanfeng, saying, "Didn't the doctor say during your last check-up that the blood clot in your brain hadn't spread further? That's good news."

"There's been no spread, and no improvement, so I'm stuck carrying this bomb for the rest of my life—a bomb that might explode, and I don't know when it will explode?"

Nanfeng laughed: "Then I might as well just jump off the building like my dad and end it all."

(End of this chapter)