Chapter 32: Do I also have a day for watching plays?

  Ling Fei got off the car to avoid suspicion and pushed it backwards while listening to Murong Shiyi's conversation from time to time.

  "Mom, I'm not going back. All these years, has that bastard taken care of you? Has he taken care of me? Now that something's happened, you know to call me back? After all these years, why are you still giving in to him?" Murong Shimei said coldly over the phone.

  Ling Fei's ears moved slightly as he thought to himself: "It seems that Po Mei's family is also not at peace."

  "I don't care what he does, even if he dies in front of me, I won't go back." Murong Shimei shouted into the phone and then slammed it down heavily.

  Adjusting his mood, he walked towards Ling Fei.

  "Sorry, I got a call from home. Are you in a hurry? If not, keep me company for a bit." Murong Shimei walked over to Ling Fei and said softly.

  "No rush, I don't have anything to rush about. I'll be boarding tomorrow anyway. My home is a mess, so it's better not to go to my place. Let's just hang out and eat outside instead. I'll treat you." Ling Fei hastily agreed with Mu Rong Su Mei.

  Murong Shimei smiled slightly, and a hint of melancholy flashed in her eyes, which was caught by Ling Fei. He also let out a slight sigh; "It seems my guess is correct, Shimei is indeed from the Murong family. Why are there so many coincidences in this world?"

  It's not that Ling Fei didn't have a good impression of Murong Shimei, but the feeling was very vague, and even Ling Fei himself couldn't figure out what he thought. However, the estrangement in his heart towards the Murong family could never be easily erased just because of Murong Shimei.

  "Where do you want to go? If we're not in a hurry, I'll put the car away and push it while accompanying you for a walk. It's quite embarrassing." Ling Fei said with some embarrassment.

  After all, men love face, and Ling Fei is no exception. Although his motto is low-key, he can't afford to lose face in front of a woman. Mu Rong's mobile phone alone is worth more than his bicycle, which greatly undermines Ling Fei's confidence. He secretly decides that he can't let himself be humiliated like this again.

  Murong Shimei glanced at Ling Fei's off-road bicycle and smiled, "What's the big deal? I haven't ridden a bike in the wind for a long time. Why don't you take me to the riverbank for a ride?"

  Ling Fei took a look at his own car, because it was an off-road vehicle, there was no back seat, so Murong Shimei could only sit on the front crossbar. This inevitably led to some physical friction, and Ling Fei had already begun to have some improper thoughts, this action undoubtedly hinted at something to himself.

  "Well, I'd better obey then," said Ling Fei, hastily pushing the rickshaw over and getting on it himself to steady it, making room for Murong Shimei to sit down.

  Murong Shimei swung her handbag over her shoulder and sat down on the crossbar, leaning against Ling Fei's chest. Ling Fei felt his heart almost skip a beat as the sweet scent wafted into his nostrils, and the gentle breeze blew a few strands of hair onto his face, tickling him. How could he know that his heart was also itching with desire?

  Murong Shimei's hands rested on the steering wheel, she tossed her hair and leaned into Ling Fei's arms, her voice as soft as a mosquito hummed: "Let's go."

  Ling Fei nodded eagerly, his body leaning forward to squeeze in, lest Mu Rong Shi Mei fall off halfway. One foot kicked the ground and the car moved forward a few inches. Ling Fei immediately started pedaling vigorously; "Hold on tight!"

  ……

  A temple street by the small river, couples strolling on the grassy riverbank, a tar road beside the grass, white stone bricks piled into a staircase. The tar road is close to the river, and the sunset spills onto the river, with a unique charm and extraordinary beauty.

  Ling Fei rode his bicycle with Murong Shimei on the asphalt road, and Murong Shimei would occasionally subconsciously twist her body, making Ling Fei's heart flutter.

  Just as Ling Fei was about to get distracted, Murong Shimei spoke in a soft voice: "Teacher Ling, stop for now, I'd like to take a walk."

  Ling Fei was taken aback, but still slowly squeezed the brake, letting Murong Shimei get off the car. Murong Shimei subtly rubbed her numb buttocks, and Ling Fei caught a glimpse of it with his peripheral vision, knowing that she was tired from sitting. His heart felt even more helpless because his bike had no back seat.

  "Look, Teacher Ling! Isn't it beautiful?" Murong Shimei jumped out of the carriage and ran to the riverbank, squatting down to stir the water with her hands. Suddenly, she pointed at the sunset reflected in the center of the river and exclaimed excitedly.

  "Yes, it's indeed beautiful, but beautiful things will always fade away quickly." Ling Fei whispered softly. He put the car aside and stood beside Murong Shimei, both of them quietly watching the sunset in silence.

  Ling Fei couldn't help but think of the first time he took her out to dinner and brought her to watch the fireworks, it was also like this, although the atmosphere wasn't particularly sweet, there was a kind of harmony.

  "It's just that we're not holding hands now..." Ling Fei thought with a hint of regret.

  Murong Shimei picked up a small stone from the grass and threw it fiercely into the river. The stone sank into the water, stirring up a faint ripple that gradually spread outwards, spreading...

  Ling Fei knew she must be heartbroken and couldn't help but squat down, gently wrapping his arms around her shoulders; "Cry, maybe it'll feel better if you cry it out."

  Murong Shimei bit her red lips tightly, staring at the sunset in the river, silently flowing out tears. So many years of resentment, dissatisfaction, and grievance seemed to be released all at once at this moment.

  Moments later, Murong Shimei was sobbing softly on Ling Fei's shoulder.

  Ling Fei patted Mu Rong Shi Mei's fragrant shoulders while thinking to himself, "Mu Rong Kun, the trouble you've caused..."

  After crying for a while, Murong Shimei lifted her head and looked at Ling Fei with a delicate rain-like gaze, that gentle temperament made Ling Fei feel heartache.

  "Don't worry, I'm here, no one can bully you..." Ling Fei softly made the second promise of his life, a promise to protect with his life.

  Murong Shimei shook her head and smiled at Ling Fei. In this cry and smile, Ling Fei couldn't help but look a little infatuated.

  She stood up, Mu Yong Shimei picked up another stone and threw it into the river with all her might. She put her hands to her mouth and shouted loudly: "Go die! I won't go back!"

  Ling Fei knew she needed to vent, so she picked up a stone and threw it into the river, shouting: "Liu Daqiang go die! Tomorrow I'll smash your family's glass!"

  Murong Shimei smiled slightly, pursed her lips, squatted down and picked up another stone, throwing it into the river; "Give up on that idea! I'm not your goods!"

  ……

  The two of them vented for more than two hours by the river before stopping. Ling Fei looked at the darkening sky and said, "Shi Mei, let's go, it's getting dark."

  Murong Shimei nodded slightly, her expression also returned to normal, but the tear stains on her face proved that she had cried.

  Ling Fei pushed the cart, Mu Rong Shu Mei sat sideways on it, and said happily: "Let's go! To your home!"

  "What? Are you really going?" Ling Fei, who was just about to ride his bike to the restaurant, almost fell over in shock. He hadn't expected Mu Rong Su Mei to still be thinking about going to his house.

  He swallowed hard; "It's a mess at home, maybe I shouldn't go." Ling Fei made his final struggle.

  Murong Shimei snorted: "What? Don't welcome me?"

  "No, no, you're welcome." Ling Fei hastily covered up.

  "It's all over. I don't know if the two guns at home are still fighting, but taking her back now is like adding fuel to the fire." Ling Fei was worried.

  But Ling Fei knew that struggling was useless, so he could only make the worst plan, took a deep breath; "Then let's go, it's indeed messy at home."

  "Is your home that messy? Is Xiao Ling still there? With a child at home, how can you not know to clean up?" Murong Shimei placed her hand on the car handle and suddenly remembered Lin Ling, complaining.

  "Uh... still there, that's right... uh..." Ling Fei stuttered. Waiting for the car to head home.

  ……

  At this moment, Ling Fei's heart was extremely nervous. With two children to support at home, he was now bringing back a woman as well. What would be considered good fortune in the eyes of other men made Ling Fei feel somewhat overwhelmed.

  It's said that three women can make a drama, and Ling Fei used to think nothing of it. However, when Mi Yue was brought back home by his arrogance, and Zheng Dong interfered by arranging for him to meet Sima Ke'er, Ling Fei had no choice but to reconsider this saying.

  Standing under the house, Ling Fei hesitated for half a day and finally lifted the car into the corridor with Murong Shimei's urging, carefully putting it aside, taking a deep breath, and nervously going upstairs with Murong Shimei.

  "Who would have thought that I, Laozi, also have a day of watching plays..." Ling Fei thought bitterly in his heart...