Chapter 178 The Ones Who Love Me Are a Sight for Sore Eyes
Watching her sashay away with her perky little bottom, Lin Zifeng touched his disheveled hair.
He couldn’t figure out why the little missy was so happy today, as if the opening concert was something big. Didn’t she sing enough on usual days?
Getting out of bed and quickly tidying up, Nangong Bing left hastily, just grabbing a quick breakfast before heading out early.
Seeing Hua Buqi playing with her phone at the dining table, Lin Zifeng had no desire to provoke her voluntarily.
He might as well eat his own breakfast.
Otherwise, she might come up with some cunning plan to set him up again.
But just because Lin Zifeng didn’t provoke her, didn’t mean she wouldn’t provoke Lin Zifeng.
"You beast, dress up a bit more handsomely later on when you take me to the airport," she demanded.
Lin Zifeng was fully focused on his breakfast when Hua Buqi couldn’t resist giving him a little jab.
"Why? Why do I need to dress up?"
"If I tell you to look handsome, you’d better look handsome. What’s with all the chatter? Don’t forget, you’re the bodyguard my cousin hired with money, so you don’t have the right to haggle with missy here," she said, tilting her head and whining in defense.
"Shouldn’t there be a reason, though? It’s just taking you to the airport, right? Why do I need to dress up so smartly? Aren’t you afraid that I’ll be seduced by someone?" Lin Zifeng chuckled heinously.
"Ew! Uncle, would you die if you didn’t gross people out? With your old-looking face, who would be interested in you? And don’t even get me started on your sleazy appearance," Hua Buqi said disdainfully, shooting Lin Zifeng a contemptuous glance.
"Uh... Hey, Huahua, I’m only twenty-four years old, okay! Where did you get the idea that I’m as old and disgusting as you say? That’s a personal attack, you know," he protested.
"Hmph! Don’t you dare call me Huahua, we’ve got nothing to do with each other. Huahua isn’t a name for you to use," Hua Buqi retorted unhappily, not liking this sleazy uncle calling her by her nickname. She wrinkled her cute, charming little nose and said, "Twenty-four and not old, huh? I just turned eighteen this year. Compared to me, aren’t you an old chap?"
Surprisingly, the young miss was arguing with Lin Zifeng, comparing her young age with his.
"I may be a bit older, but I look young. Haven’t you seen how people think I’m just eighteen when I’m out?" Lin Zifeng bragged shamelessly with a sly smile.
"Stop being gross, uncle. An uncle is an uncle, a fact that never changes," Huahua said unflinchingly, striking at the last defense in Lin Zifeng’s heart.
"You don’t know? Uncles are very popular on the internet now. Lots of girls are looking for an uncle," he claimed.
"Pfft, as if anyone would believe that. Who would like an uncle like you? That would be blindness," as she said this, she swung her feet on the couch, her fair and delicate feet touching each other, clearly dissatisfied with Lin Zifeng’s excuses.
"Ah, the one I love is taken, and the ones who love me are a sight for sore eyes. Such a hard life!" Lin Zifeng shook his head solemnly and then quietly retreated to his room under the fierce gaze of the young miss Hua Buqi.
"Wow, uncle, you are so talented! You can even come up with poetry like that?" Hua Buqi exclaimed in amazement.
Lin Zifeng tossed her a smug glance and then dashed into his room, sucking on a cigarette. He hurriedly changed into the Armani suit that Huahua had bought for him a while ago, just as she requested.
Gazing at Lin Zifeng’s gaunt figure, Hua Buqi’s eyes sparkled intensely.
She thought to herself, surprisingly, this beast is quite talented. But upon closer consideration, there seemed to be some deeper meaning in his doggerel poem?
After pondering on the couch for a long while without figuring it out, she decided not to waste any more brain cells on it.
She quickly ran barefoot into her room to dress up like a princess.
Lin Zifeng, in a sleek Armani suit, showcased his unbending chest.
It was as if the suit had been tailor-made for him, with his not too intimidating nor too frail physique, filling out the contours of the suit perfectly.
And Hua Buqi, after her meticulous dressing, looked almost like a princess—regal yet understated. The form-fitting dress for young women wrapped her bud-like chest just right. The delicate, gleaming high heels could even rival Snow White from the movies.
She checked herself out in the mirror over and over, almost half an hour passed before she excitedly ran to the couch where Lin Zifeng was watching the news and cooed, "Beast, how do I look today?"
Hua Buqi was in an exceptionally good mood today, not knowing how much money she was given for the trip to Macau. But on second thought, Hua Buqi had always seen money as mere numbers. It seemed that the organizer’s invitation this time was definitely special.
"If you wore your dress a little lower, I think you’d look even prettier,"
"Beast! Can’t you be a little less disgusting? Tomorrow I’m going to meet my idol, film a series with them, and then I’ll be on TV. When that happens, even if you ask for my autograph, I might be too lazy to bother with you,"
It looked like tomorrow’s concert was crucially important to Hua Buqi; she wouldn’t be this happy otherwise.
"Hey! Beast, you look pretty good in that suit. Is it the one I had Sister Meng order for you?"
Seeing Lin Zifeng sitting on the couch eating an apple and looking all serious, she was indeed impressed.
"Yeah, cool huh? I don’t look all that bad, do I?"
"Don’t flatter yourself too much, you’re at best a mere backdrop. Compared to me, you don’t have even half a shadow’s worth of presence. Hmph!"
When the girl was in a good mood, she could chat with Lin Zifeng for a bit. But if she were in a bad mood, Lin Zifeng would have quite a time on his hands.
"Is your agent, Assistant Meng, not coming today?"
"She’s already waiting for us at the airport. Are you ready yet?"
Hua Buqi continued to look in the mirror and replied with an indifferent smile.
"Hehe, always ready."
"Alright, let’s go then."
The girl ran ahead gleefully, bouncing like a rabbit, especially with her youthful but impressively developed chest bouncing with her movements, almost taking Lin Zifeng’s breath away with her sensuality.
About half an hour later, Lin Zifeng was driving Hua Buqi’s modern luxury sports car, speeding all the way to the airport. Initially, Lin Zifeng wanted to drive slower to enjoy the scenery, but the girl kept urging him to step on it, only stopping when she caused enough traffic congestion to get pedestrians cursing at them.
Speeding like a maniac in a luxury sports car through the streets of the Martial Arts World was not an easy thing, especially on the main roads of Zhonghai City, where sports cars were in no short supply. The car Lin Zifeng was driving was merely average by Zhonghai standards, but powered by the girl’s incessant prodding, Lin Zifeng pushed his driving skills to the limit, quickly leaving the other vehicles on the road far behind. There were even some other guys on the road driving their cars, but seeing Lin Zifeng’s reckless driving, they backed off, not daring to match his edge. Some drivers were even frightened to the point of wetting their pants at the sight of his daredevil driving.
Just imagine, a sports car hurtling through the city at 200 miles per hour—who would dare court death like that?