Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 11 Yifei, a woman who is strong-willed throughout her life

"One, two, three, four, five..." Mr. Lü was solemnly counting the banknotes in his hand, "five, four, three, two, one..."

Meijia, sitting on the other sofa with a lollipop in her mouth, sneered, "It's no use counting anymore. How can you expect to get an extra bill? Haven't you heard the old saying, 'Those who only know how to count money will end up with nothing to count'?"

"Chen Meijia, if you don't talk, you'll get mouth ulcers. If it weren't for paying your rent, would I be in this sorry state?"

Lu Ziqiao felt a pang of heartache at the thought of all this. He had been able to live a carefree life for a while with the red envelopes Nanfeng and Yifei had given him, but after paying the rent and deposit, they were all gone.

"I'm not forcing you. If you're so dissatisfied, then I'll leave." Mika said confidently.

Ziqiao said irritably, "I've already paid the rent, where are you going? Do you think I have too much money and nowhere to spend it?"

"That's not right," Meijia realized. "I clearly saw Nanfeng give you several thick red envelopes, and you've spent them all?"

Ziqiao waved five hundred-yuan bills in his hand: "Yeah, after paying the rent and deposit, this is all that's left."

"Didn't we get half-price rent and free utilities?"

"Miss, did you get your head stuck in a door? We are the sub-landlords. When I paid the deposit, I paid the deposit for the entire suite. There are four people in the next room and three people in ours. It's true that the rent is halved, but after deducting the curry sauce, I still have to pay the rent for one room by myself."

"Not to mention, out of respect for Nanfeng, I even gave the curry sauce a 20% discount and waived her deposit and utility fees. Even a generous red envelope shouldn't be spent like this."

"Wait a minute..."

Meijia looked suspicious: "I can understand not charging her for water and electricity. Anyway, we are the sub-landlords, so the whole suite is essentially free of water and electricity. There's no need to bully this young girl."

As she spoke, she moved closer to Lu Ziqiao with an unfriendly expression: "But given your personality, how could you not take her deposit? And you even gave her a 20% discount on the rent? You wouldn't..."

Meijia covered her mouth, feigning surprise: "My God, Lu Ziqiao, you're so sinful! She's still a child!"

"What are you talking about? You know I never date minors," Lu Ziqiao protested vehemently, then added in a barely audible voice, "It's just that she's about the same age as you were when you were young..."

"What did you say?" Mika didn't hear her clearly at first.

Ziqiao crossed his legs: "I said she's just as stupid as you were when you were young! I've already suffered enough from being dragged down by one idiot, let alone another one."

"I'm a burden to you? Who do you think you are?" Mika laughed angrily, wanting to smash this shameless thing to death with the lollipop in her hand, but she still couldn't bear to get her lollipop dirty.

Lu Ziqiao said smugly, "Who am I? A fortune teller once said I have the destiny of a young master."

"Hey, Young Master Lü, I bet if you gave that blind fortune teller a little more money, he'd definitely say you have the destiny of a master."

"Who says fortune tellers are always blind?"

"Then why would he lie through his teeth?"

"You're the one lying, he's clearly mute."

"Hahahaha..." Mika laughed heartily.

……

"Hahahaha..." Nanfeng laughed heartily.

At that moment, Yifei was tapping the table and slowly singing: "You are my lover, a woman like a rose. With your thick, big lips..."

Zhanbo looked annoyed: "Sis, you tricked me."

Just as Wanyu left, Hu Yifei tapped the table. Zhanbo thought Wanyu had forgotten something, so he ran to open the door like a complete sycophant.

What a disappointment!

Yifei grinned mischievously, "Why are you so excited when I'm just banging on my table?"

Nanfeng teased, "You're not just banging on the table, you're knocking on someone's heart."

The two smiled at each other, gave each other a high five, and Zhanbo sat on the sofa hugging a pillow, looking aggrieved.

"Alright, your older sister is just concerned about your love life." Nanfeng sat down next to Zhanbo and put her arm around his shoulder. "From childhood to adulthood, when have you ever liked a girl and not acted like this?"

Zhanbo muttered, "Is it that obvious?"

He thought he had disguised himself quite well.

"That's not the point." Hu Yifei was so excited, as if she had drunk two kilograms of liquor, her pretty face flushed red. "The point is that this is the first time you've been able to get along so well with a girl you like."

"That sounds inexplicably tragic," Nanfeng muttered to himself, only to be glared at by Yifei.

"What I mean is, this is a great start, and maybe it will lead to a great outcome."

Zhanbo timidly refused: "No, I've never been in a relationship before."

Hu Yifei looked at Nanfeng.

Nanfeng said with certainty, "He's lying; he's tempted."

Yifei continued to encourage Zhanbo: "It's precisely because you've never been in a relationship before that you have the courage to take the first step. I'm here, I'll teach you."

Nanfeng touched her forehead, unable to bear looking at it.

Sure enough, Zhanbo looked at Yifei with a suspicious expression: "You mean, you'll teach me?"

"certainly."

[Zhanbo mentally counted on his fingers: The first time she taught me how to strike up a conversation with a girl, the girl opposite me mistook me for a pervert and started swearing at me.]

The second time, she used a different method to make me try it out; four girls mistook me for a thief and took me to the police station.

[The third time...the fourth time...the fifth time...]

Heavens above, have mercy on me!

"Then I definitely won't talk about it. Even if you beat me to death, I still won't talk about it." Zhanbo hugged the pillow in his hand even tighter, as if only in this way could he bring himself some sense of security.

"Lu Zhanbo, what do you mean by this!" Yifei naturally guessed the reason for Zhanbo's resistance. She was furious, but her tone was somewhat lacking in confidence.

"It's just that I failed five, six, seven, or eight times. You can't blame me for that. Dating is completely different from doing math problems."

"If I get a question wrong, I can solve it in no time if I learn the key concepts. But you never like the same girl. How am I supposed to learn from my mistakes?"

Nanfeng added, "He does want to like the same girl, but you always ruin it so he doesn't even have a second chance, do you?"

It has to be said that Zhanbo is really pitiful. He's not good at picking up girls to begin with, and he's stuck with a well-meaning older sister who always ends up making things worse.

When will Yifei finally realize that she is the biggest obstacle preventing Zhanbo from winning the heart of the beauty?

Hu Yifei stubbornly insisted, "Things are different now. I'm not the same person I used to be. These past few years, I've devoted myself to learning and finally mastered the Three Waves Mantra, a technique long lost in the martial arts world. All of this was for the sake of giving our family the opportunity to flourish today!"

As she spoke, she took a pair of unopened invisible earpieces from the cabinet and tossed them to Zhanbo: "The sooner the better. Ask her out for dinner tonight, and wear these invisible earpieces. I'll monitor you remotely. Don't worry, it'll be absolutely foolproof."

Zhanbo turned to Nanfeng and asked, "What's with this 'Three Waves' thing? Is it even reliable?"

Nanfeng patted his shoulder earnestly: "If this thing were reliable, how come it has been lost to the martial arts world for so long?"

Zhanbo: /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

"sister……"

Hu Yifei was displeased: "Chu Nanfeng! What exactly do you mean? You keep undermining me today."

"Sister Yifei, what I mean is that your Three Waves Mantra is outdated. The only ultimate guide to picking up girls in the world now is the legendary 'Lüshi Chunqiu'."

Hu Yifei looked disdainful, while Zhanbo seemed quite interested: "The *Lüshi Chunqiu*?"

"That's right. Legend has it that this book, Lüshi Chunqiu, is the latest uncrowned king of the dating world - Lü Xiaobu's summary of all his dating tips. It can be called a man's treasure, the best of the best."

"It is said that as long as you can learn some of the secrets of the 'Lüshi Chunqiu' from Lü Xiaobu, you will be invincible in the game of love."

Zhanbo asked hopefully, "Where can I find this treasure book?"

Nan Fengqian laughed and said, "Well... I don't know either."

The hope in Zhanbo's eyes visibly crumbled and withered away, and Hu Yifei finally found an opportunity to mock him: "So what you've said is nothing at all."

Hu Yifei patted Zhanbo's head smugly: "How about it? Your older sister is more reliable, isn't she?"

"You can't blame me for this. I've only been in the martial arts world for less than half a year, from joining to leaving." Nanfeng lay on the sofa, looking like a carefree fish who had nothing to do with the world.

"This Lu Xiaobu is a mysterious figure who is rarely seen. I even doubt if this name is his real name. Otherwise, given his legendary frequency of picking up girls, he would have been skinned alive by the girls who dumped him long ago."

"Besides, this is a supreme manual; it's not something you can obtain so easily. Do you think it's like the Three Waves Mantra, which claims to be long lost but is actually known by everyone?"

"You..." Hu Yifei was furious. "Zhanbo, you tell me yourself, do you believe me or him?"

"Whom should I believe..." Zhanbo looked Hu Yifei up and down, then quickly turned to Nanfeng. "Then, Brother Nanfeng, what do you think I should do now?"

"As long as you don't use your sister's three-wave mantra, you can do whatever you want."

Nanfeng pointed out Yifei's mindset: "The biggest problem with your sister's attempts to strike up conversations is that they are too simplistic and forceful. She is too competitive and impatient."

"She's so determined to use a swift and exhilarating victory to wash away the shame of her previous defeats, and so anxious that she keeps stepping on the gas so that you can revitalize the family as soon as possible."

"Even though your relationship with the girl hasn't reached that level yet, she can't wait for you to establish a relationship on the first day you meet, and then go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get your marriage certificate first thing the next morning, so that she can bring prosperity to the family."

Hu Yifei was very angry because lies don't hurt people, but the truth is the sharpest knife.

However, Hu Yifei, who is always proud, would never admit to failing in any aspect. The more someone points out her mistakes, the more stubborn she becomes, determined to prove that she is the victor and the right one.

Her eyes lit up, and an idea instantly formed in her mind: "Later, you'll come with me to remotely monitor Zhanbo. We'll have five-minute rounds and see who's more capable. How about it? You dare to compete?"

Nanfeng was truly speechless at Yifei's competitive spirit: "Seriously, isn't it a bit inappropriate to use something so important to get worked up about?"

Nanfeng had a bit of a headache. He didn't expect that his casual words would enlighten Hu Yifei and make her change her ways.

If Hu Yifei were so obedient, she wouldn't be Hu Yifei.

A strong will, a competitive spirit, and an unwavering spirit in the face of failure are not only qualities developed over many years by martial arts practitioners, but also innate personality traits and personal charm of Hu Yifei.

Without this stubborn streak, my grandfather wouldn't have taken on this last female disciple.

For someone like her, you have to go along with her and then guide her slowly when she fails, so that she can start to accept her own mistakes.

It's not that she's incapable of correcting her mistakes, but that these mistakes must be ones she experiences herself, not ones told to her by others.

Nanfeng understood these principles, but although he really wanted to help Hu Yifei correct her mistakes, he simply couldn't do it himself.

Someone like me, who doesn't know if I'll wake up the next morning after falling asleep tonight, doesn't have the time or patience to slowly guide her.

Let Teacher Zeng handle this slow, painstaking work, like grinding an iron pestle into a needle.

(End of this chapter)