Chapter 53: You’re Staying With Me Tonight!

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Summer Qingqing, on the verge of utter despair, froze for a moment. When she saw who had arrived behind her, tears of joy streamed down her face in an instant.

“Brother Little Maple!” she called out, her voice trembling with excitement and relief.

Hearing her voice, Zhao Fei whipped around, still cursing under his breath. “Who the hell dares ruin my good time?!”

But when he saw Lin Feng, who was a head taller than himself, his expression faltered. He jabbed a finger at Lin Feng’s nose, spitting, “If you know what’s good for you, get lost! Can’t you see I’m busy here? You son of a—ah!”

Before he could finish, Lin Feng seized Zhao Fei’s finger and twisted it back.

Agony shot up Zhao Fei’s arm in a searing wave.

Ten fingers, one heart—pain that cut to the bone.

Zhao Fei arched backward, his face contorted in pain and fury, yet he still spat out, “Let go of me, you bastard! Do you even know who I—ah! Ah! Ah!”

The more he cursed, the more ruthless Lin Feng became.

By now, Zhao Fei’s finger was half-broken, obviously dislocated, the knuckle nearly pressed flush against the back of his hand.

Such excruciating pain radiated from his finger that tears streamed down his face.

Lin Feng, still unsatisfied, aimed a brutal kick squarely at Zhao Fei’s groin.

The hard toe of his black leather shoe struck unerringly, and Zhao Fei howled like a wounded animal, writhing in agony.

“Ah! Big brother—please, I’m sorry, I was wrong! Spare me! Ahhh!”

Tears ran down Zhao Fei’s cheeks, and cold sweat beaded his forehead.

Noticing Summer Qingqing swaying unsteadily, barely able to stand, Lin Feng had no patience left for Zhao Fei.

With a powerful jerk, he flung Zhao Fei aside and strode toward Summer Qingqing.

“Come, I’ll take you home,” he said, stepping forward to gently support her shoulders.

The familiar touch soothed Summer Qingqing instantly; her tightly strung nerves relaxed at last.

Sensing Lin Feng’s reassuring strength, Summer Qingqing felt dizzy, a blush rising rapidly to her cheeks. With her head bowed, she murmured softly, “Mm…”

Ignoring Zhao Fei, who lay on the ground wailing, Lin Feng led Summer Qingqing to the roadside to hail a cab.

Zhao Fei watched helplessly as they left, pain coursing through his body—especially below the belt.

Grimacing, he clutched himself, pulled out his phone, and hammered at the keys.

He barked into the receiver, “Damn it, Number Four, bring plenty of guys to Golden Era!”

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Inside the taxi, the windows were closed tight, and the confined air grew steadily warmer.

The alcohol, which had just begun to wear off, now surged back to Summer Qingqing’s head, leaving her limp and feeble as she slumped sideways.

Lin Feng sat right beside her, and her head soon came to rest on his shoulder, her weight pressing into him, an overpowering scent of liquor wafting through the air.

Lin Feng couldn’t help but frown. Just how much had this girl drunk to get herself in such a state?

Yet, as she breathed in Lin Feng’s subtle fragrance, Summer Qingqing felt utterly safe.

With someone she trusted nearby, and the taxi so warm, she drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

The cab sped over the elevated road, and soon enough, they arrived at the residential complex where Summer Qingqing lived.

Lin Feng paid the fare. Seeing her peacefully asleep, clearly not about to wake any time soon, he sighed and resigned himself to carrying her.

But the moment he picked her up, a face flashed uncontrollably through Lin Feng’s mind—Chu Lingshuang.

“Did I give you permission to touch other women?”

Her words echoed in his head, a spell he couldn’t shake.

Lin Feng’s hands trembled instinctively.

Then he scoffed at himself.

Hadn’t he always wanted a carefree, peaceful life?

Why was her voice affecting him so much now?

She said he couldn’t—was he really going to obey?

Ridiculous.

His eyes darkened, and with renewed determination, he picked Summer Qingqing up and strode into the complex.

She was light, likely not more than a hundred pounds, and with years of training behind him, Lin Feng had no trouble carrying her. Only her jutting bones jabbed him uncomfortably.

In no time, he reached the door to her apartment.

He rummaged through her bag for a key, but found nothing. Unwilling to take advantage and search her pockets, he tried gently to wake her.

“Summer Qingqing?”

In his arms, she squirmed, lips pouting as if disturbed from a sweet dream, her face tinged with annoyance.

Without the key, he couldn’t simply stand in the hallway all night holding her.

He sighed and called out again, “Summer Qingqing, wake up, we’re home. Where’s your house key?”

Grumbling in protest, she cracked her eyes open, pointed vaguely at the pocket of her pants, and mumbled, “In my pocket…”

“Uh…”

So in the end, he had to do it himself?

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The problem was, with both hands occupied, how was he supposed to fish out the key?

Lin Feng said helplessly, “Summer Qingqing, could you get it yourself? My hands are full—it’s not convenient.”

Lowering her gaze, Summer Qingqing blinked dazedly, hand fumbling into her pocket and fishing out a key.

Lin Feng reached out the hand tucked beneath her knees to take it and, with some effort, managed to fit it into the lock.

Finally, the door opened.

Lin Feng strode inside and gently laid Summer Qingqing on the bed.

But before he could even catch his breath, her arms wound around his neck, pulling him down toward her.

Any lower, and he’d be sprawled on the bed with her.

“Summer Qingqing, you should get some rest now. I’m going home,” Lin Feng said quickly.

“Mmm…” Summer Qingqing murmured, stirring as if half-awake, her words slurred, “No, stay with me… sleep with me…”

Lin Feng fell silent.

First of all, he was not the type to take advantage of someone in such a state.

Second, he truly had no improper thoughts about her—he’d always seen her as a little sister.

If things went on like this, trouble was bound to follow.

Searching for an excuse, he said, “Your door’s still open. I’ll go close it.”

As he spoke, he pried her arms away. The abruptness of his movement snapped Summer Qingqing to sudden sobriety.

She sat up at once, head still spinning, and clung to Lin Feng’s sleeve, “I’ll go with you!”

“Uh…”

She acted as if terrified he might run away.

Lin Feng sighed, “You should get some rest. Whatever it is, wait until you’re sober tomorrow.”

“No!” she shook her head furiously, like a rattle-drum, staring at Lin Feng with wide, earnest eyes. “No, Brother Little Maple, I want to go with you! You have to stay with me tonight!”

“Ah?” Lin Feng was caught off guard.

As if her heartbreak had been triggered—or perhaps emboldened by the alcohol—Summer Qingqing’s eyes reddened with sudden emotion.

And then she could no longer hold back her outpouring of words…