Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 1 It's all Xiaoxian's fault

"Nanfeng, excuse me... where's my takeout?!"

Hu Yifei's roar came from Nanfeng's phone, and he quickly pressed the mute button.

Thinking the rant had ended, Nanfeng unmuted the phone and cheerfully put it to his ear, explaining, "Sister Yifei, calm down. I'm already waiting for the elevator. A little waiting helps you enjoy your meal better. Good food is worth the wait, right?"

Hu Yifei sneered, "Very well... So this is why you made me wait for an hour?"

"So you have thirty seconds to say your last words."

Nanfeng glanced at her watch in surprise: "Has it already been an hour? But it should only take me ten minutes at most to go downstairs to the security guard's to pick up my takeout."

Hu Yifei stopped talking, but Nanfeng could still feel the low pressure coming from the other end of the phone.

Nanfeng seemed to remember something and couldn't help but feel a little guilty: "Sister Yifei, do you think it's possible... that I was originally going to get your takeout, but after using the restroom, I might have been affected by some mysterious force and forgot, only remembering when I came downstairs just now?"

Hu Yifei: ...

She was wrong, she was really wrong. She knew perfectly well that Nanfeng was clueless, so why did she still ask him to pick up the takeout? It's this late; her scallion pancake is probably already cold.

Thinking of this, Yifei forced a smile and said in a "gentle" tone, "I've been running around like crazy all morning because of this wedding, I'm practically starving now..."

Nanfeng shivered.

Today is the wedding of their roommates Wang Tiezhu and Tian Erniu. Hu Yifei, the wedding director, has been busy these past few days and hasn't had much rest.

If we let her go hungry again...

Nanfeng was certain that no one wanted to face a raging Hu Yifei in a state of hunger.

"So, if I don't see my takeout within five minutes, I'll have you as an extra meal for lunch today."

"Did you understand?!"

"Understood, got it." Nanfeng patted his chest and guaranteed, "If the hand-pulled pancake isn't here within five minutes, I'll come to you with my head." He then quickly hung up the phone.

Nanfeng let out a long breath, warming herself under the bright sunshine and dispelling the chill that had just risen from her heart.

Hu Yifei has been great in every way since she was a child, except for her temper... she's not someone you can mess with.

Nanfeng waited for the elevator to come downstairs at the elevator entrance. Looking at the large bag of wedding candy hanging next to the elevator, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional. In the more than six months since she moved into this apartment, it seemed that everything around her was developing in a good direction.

Let's not even talk about Wang Tiezhu and Tian Erniu; their online romance was with their roommate next door—it's like a scene straight out of an idol drama.

Yifei also successfully became a university counselor at a top university in Shanghai, and her life went smoothly.

He injured his hand and switched careers to find new employment. He tried several different jobs and did them all very well, earning a lot of money.

Teacher Zeng...

Teacher Zeng...

Teacher Zeng...

What has Teacher Zeng been doing in the past six months?

Alright, it's a joyous occasion, let's not talk about such a depressing person. Let's skip this topic for now.

In short, the bride and groom have love, Yifei has a career, she has wealth, and everyone has a bright future.

Just then, a man with a somewhat lewd look in his eyes jogged over.

It's only a short walk from the door to the elevator, but he looked like he'd run a Tour de France marathon, leaning against the elevator, panting heavily.

This is our friend Zeng Xiaoxian, a famously notorious bottom-ranked announcer on Shanghai Radio. His show, "Your Moon, My Heart," holds the record for the longest consecutive run at the bottom of the station's history.

Moreover, according to reliable sources, he continues to break this record himself.

"Teacher Zeng, your health isn't very good." Nanfeng glanced meaningfully at Zeng Xiaoxian's waist a few times.

He was very worried about Teacher Zeng's future partner.

Zeng Xiaoxian, panting heavily, retorted, "Who...who said I can't do it...I'm just too hungry. I didn't even have breakfast today because I was rushing to the radio station to record."

Just kidding, who is he? He's Brother Xian, how can he be told he's no good?

Nanfeng sighed: "To be honest, in terms of physical fitness, my ancestor is better than you. He can jog half a mile without getting out of breath, and his back is straighter than yours."

"Teacher Zeng, I think you should go to the hospital for a check-up. You must not avoid seeking medical treatment because of your illness."

Zeng Xiaoxian, bent over and panting: ?

"How...how is that possible! My back isn't...that bent over."

"You're being too modest. Even the guy in prison who bends down to pick up soap is straighter than you."

Zeng Xiaoxian: ...

Is this a pun, a way for cultured people to tease each other?

"Okay, I'll straighten my back right now and show you, so you can see if your brother Xian is really straight!"

While still panting, Zeng Xiaoxian stubbornly straightened up, but because of the large movement, he lost his breath, his legs went weak, and he fell headlong into the south wind.

Nanfeng clearly hadn't expected Zeng Xiaoxian to trip and fall while standing. Zeng Xiaoxian's figure magnified in his pupils, giving Nanfeng the feeling that a large truck was crashing into him.

The intense pain in his left hand caused Nanfeng to lose all strength instantly.

"Bang." Nanfeng staggered but managed to regain her balance, but the pancake in her left hand flew out of her grasp.

It's okay, it's just a scallion pancake.

Wait, did I forget something?

"Ding..." The elevator doors opened slowly at that moment, and Zeng Xiaoxian was leaning against Nanfeng, adjusting his center of gravity and preparing to stand up.

Nanfeng tried desperately to rush towards the scallion pancake, but Zeng Xiaoxian held her firmly in place.

[Damn it!!! Let go of me!!!]

That's not just a scallion pancake! It's my life, Chu's life!

People's qualities can never be generalized; at least Nanfeng, even in a state of extreme anger, couldn't change his weak and cowardly nature.

So he could only watch helplessly as the scallion pancake arced gracefully through the air and fell into the gap of the elevator door.

Zeng Xiaoxian finally steadied himself and then released his hands, which had been firmly gripping Nanfeng's shoulders.

"Hiss... Nanfeng, are you alright?" Zeng Xiaoxian asked.

Nanfeng didn't reply. His eyes first looked at his empty left hand, then at the empty elevator, and after a long while, he stared at Zeng Xiaoxian's neck with eyes as sharp as knives.

I don't think I said I'd bring anyone's head to see me, did I?

I've raised you for a thousand days, but I've only used you for a moment. Today, your godfather will lend you his dog head for a use!

Zeng Xiaoxian felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze.

……

The scene shifts, and Hu Yifei listens to Nanfeng recount the events with a gentle smile. Everything seems so harmonious and beautiful—if you can ignore the bent and deformed soup spoon in her hand.

"So, I waited an hour for my takeout and didn't get to eat a single bite; I just fed it all to the elevator?"

Yifei dropped the soup spoon, her knuckles cracking loudly.

Nanfeng chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Sister Yifei, we've already called the tenants' committee, and they said they'll clear out the hand-pulled pancakes."

Subconsciously, he patted Zeng Xiaoxian's head.

In the few minutes from when the elevator came up, Nanfeng's right hand never left Zeng Xiaoxian's head.

He was a man of principle; once he said he would bring Zeng Xiaoxian his head, he would bring it with him. As for whether there was anything else under Zeng Xiaoxian's neck, that was none of his business.

I must say, it feels really nice to the touch.

Hu Yifei laughed in exasperation: "Is that my point?"

Xiao Xian shamelessly tried to get closer: "Xiao Feifei..."

Yifei glared at her with her beautiful eyes: "Sit there."

"You two!" Yifei pointed at the two of them before finally managing to utter, "I must have done something terrible in my past life to have met you two..."

"The Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix".

Zhuge Liang: ...

Prime Minister Zhuge didn't want to explain and used a [Dodge] card.

Faced with Hu Yifei's anger reaching its breaking point, Nanfeng's first thought was to spend money to avoid further trouble. He tentatively asked, "Sister Yifei, how about we order you a deluxe hand-pulled pancake now? Beef, bacon, and cheese, three eggs, double the spice, guaranteed to satisfy you."

"Let's forget about it. By the time your takeout arrives, the wedding banquet will be about to begin."

Hu Yifei replied wearily, "Please, you two, give me a break. As the wedding director, I'm very busy today. I have to go down for a sound check in ten minutes, so please don't cause me any trouble, okay?"

Hu Yifei's words made even the usually thick-skinned Nanfeng feel a little embarrassed.

Then a staff member poked his head out and said, "But Sister Yifei, you said you were going to audition ten minutes ago... I'll shut up."

After being glared at by Yifei with murderous eyes, the staff member shrank back like a turtle.

south wind:……

This is all for nothing, I was just embarrassed for nothing.

Zeng Xiaoxian seemed to remember something, slapped his thigh, and instantly turned the tables, switching from defense to offense: "Speaking of the wedding, I just remembered. Comrade Hu Yifei, I hope that when you're giving instructions, you can have a bit of team spirit."

This guy actually dared to yell at me!

Hu Yifei's face was filled with murderous intent.

[How dare this guy yell at Hu Yifei?!]

Nanfeng straightened up, ready to eat the melon.

Hu Yifei raised an eyebrow and sneered, "I don't understand what you mean. My team is doing very well, everything is in order."

Hearing Yifei's words "orderly and methodical," the staff member standing nearby thought of their colleagues waiting under the scorching sun for Hu Yifei to come downstairs for her audition, and silently shed tears. But helplessly, they simply couldn't afford to offend this female devil.

Brothers, sorry... the air conditioning in the room is so damn comfortable.

Zeng Xiaoxian protested, "The team I was referring to was the other members who participated in planning and organizing this wedding."

"For example?"

"For example, me!"

Hu Yifei suddenly realized and said, "Oh, you're the host. I'll come find you for the meeting after I'm done here."

Zeng Xiaoxian: U_U.

"I want to emphasize that I am the host, not the announcer."

Hu Yifei blinked, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "Is there a difference?"

Her question instantly ignited Zeng Xiaoxian's fighting spirit and rebellious nature. He jumped up from the sofa and said passionately, "Of course there's a difference! I think the groom appointed me as the MC because he wanted me to control the entire wedding ceremony."

No, Ms. Zeng, you're overthinking it. The groom only appointed you as the emcee because you're cheap.

Nanfeng silently added insult to injury in his mind.

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(End of this chapter)