Chapter 211: Gorgeous Female Thief
Early the next morning.
Following the imperial edict Nangong Bing had given himself, Lin Zifeng didn’t delay for a moment and flew straight to Macau. Even if Nangong Bing hadn’t mentioned it, Lin Zifeng would have rushed there at the first opportunity, after all, Hua Buqi was destined to be his future little auntie-in-law. Even if stepping back ten thousand steps, their relationship was as thin as a film.
But Lin Zifeng feared that if he didn’t handle things well, something might happen between them. Lin Zifeng still hadn’t managed his own affairs, where would he find the time to provoke women, especially when Nangong Bing, his nominal wife, was still entrusted to others. Heaven knows if this girl could accept him.
About five hours later, Lin Zifeng finally set foot in the unfamiliar environment of Macau.
But just off the plane, he took a deep breath under the azure sky—originally planning to exhale a breath of turbid air and sigh at how wonderful life was—when suddenly a soft, fragrant body crashed into Lin Zifeng’s waist.
The pair of soft, fleshy objects made Lin Zifeng guess what they might be in the first second.
"I’m so sorry, sir, it wasn’t intentional."
A young woman clad in a light blue women’s suit and fashionable sunglasses, with a graceful figure, quickly apologized to Lin Zifeng in fluent English.
And very politely patted Lin Zifeng on the back, her charming and alluring demeanor truly mesmerizing.
Good grief, to encounter such a romantic encounter on his first day in Macau, one couldn’t describe how excited Lin Zifeng was at that moment.
"It’s okay, it’s okay." Lin Zifeng likewise replied in fluent English.
The woman looked momentarily stunned, then smiled and strode away, a small smile of triumph curling at the corners of her mouth, her neat bob swaying provocatively in the breeze—her enticing form could indeed make one’s heart race.
But shortly after Lin Zifeng walked away, the woman was in the women’s restroom at the airport looking through the wallet she had just stolen from Lin Zifeng’s pocket, only to find nothing but a Xiaolongren milk candy inside—how could that be?
The woman was even more surprised; her entire being dumbfounded. She had clearly stolen Lin Zifeng’s wallet from his pocket, how could there be nothing but a Xiaolongren milk candy in her pocket now?
With that thought, the woman’s pretty face rapidly changed color.
A clear, loud curse resonated from the women’s restroom, thundering out in frustration.
After leaving the airport, Lin Zifeng’s sunlit, cool face merely smiled slightly—he couldn’t think of a more ridiculous situation: being greeted by a beautiful thief upon landing? Absolutely hilarious, remembering the Xiaolongren milk candy he had slipped her, he guessed that the beautiful thief must be fuming by now.
By two o’clock in the afternoon, Lin Zifeng had taken a taxi and quickly found the apartment where Huahua stayed. When he first entered the apartment, Lin Zifeng thought Huahua would definitely have someone to receive him. However, upon reaching the door, there was complete silence, not treating him seriously at all. Most tragically, these so-called doormen and a bodyguard as fat as a pig looked at him disdainfully, cursing under their breaths, unwilling to let Lin Zifeng enter.
Finally, after a brief introduction, following the doorman and bodyguard’s directions, Lin Zifeng made a phone call to Meng Youjing, and not long after Fen Youjing came out to meet him.
Watching this career-driven woman, Lin Zifeng said, "I say, Manager Meng, quite the grand scene, huh?"
After following Meng Youjing into the elevator, Lin Zifeng started acting all dandy. With a "Double Happiness" cigarette, costing 7.5 yuan and locally known in Zhonghai as "small Zhonghua," dangling from his lips, he watched Meng Youjing, who had her arms crossed, with relish.
Meng Youjing gave him a sidelong glance and dryly chuckled, "What do you mean by that, Mr. Lin? I feel there’s something odd about it?"
"Hehe." Lin Zifeng chuckled twice and cleared his throat, "I’ve come all the way to Macau, what do you think it’s for?"
Clearly, there was an implication in Lin Zifeng’s statement, to which Meng Youjing calmly replied, "It’s just about the money. I’ll give it to you later."
Seeing his utterly rustic attire, Meng Youjing couldn’t imagine how he could possibly help Huahua.
Last time he had tricked Ye Wudao, he at least wore a pigskin branded suit; this time, his outfit was carelessly shabby with no taste at all, even wearing a yellowish casual attire. What made Meng Youjing speechless was that the minute this guy arrived in Macau, he had started asking for money directly. Did he think he would die without it? Always eyeing the cash.
"Money? Hehe, I’m afraid Assistant Meng, you might have misunderstood me!" Lin Zifeng leisurely smoked his cigarette, a sly smile on his face.
"What, do you have other demands?"
Meng Youjing frowned. She knew all too well about Lin Zifeng’s tricks, fearing that he might come up with some harsh demands soon.
"I’m just a bumpkin. I can’t really speak of any demands, but I’ve traveled all this way from Zhonghai to your Macau, so as the host, you should at least look after me, right? Moreover, when I landed at the airport, there wasn’t even a car to pick me up. Is that really acceptable to you?"
Lin Zifeng spoke the truth; after all, they had asked him to come, and the least they could do was follow proper etiquette. Yet, Lin had to wander around aimlessly looking at maps to find this place— even the local taxi drivers hadn’t heard of this godforsaken spot, which summed up just how tragic his journey had been.
Meng Youjing thought about it and, seeing Lin Zifeng’s dusty appearance, finally said, "This is indeed our oversight. We can make it up to you next time."
"Make it up to me? Are you kidding me? Do you think there’s going to be a next time? If there is, fine. Find someone else because I’m not doing this."
Saying that, Lin Zifeng headed straight for the elevator door. What kind of people were they, asking someone over to help without even providing a guide? And throughout the way, after making dozens of phone calls, damn, nobody picked up. If it had been the Lin Zifeng of the past, he would have walked out without a second word. If it weren’t for Nangong Bing, Lin might not have come back this time.
"Hmph! Petty man, it’s just no pick-up, does it warrant making such a sour face the moment we meet?" said Meng Youjing, her pretty face blushing slightly. But knowing she was at fault, she couldn’t bother to argue with Lin Zifeng.
Looking around this luxurious apartment where casually picking any item could be worth tens of thousands, Lin Zifeng was like a bumpkin entering the city for the first time.
Along the short hundred-meter corridor, he gawkily looked around, eyes wide, gasping in awe.
Purely a bumpkin’s demeanor.
When they reached the end of the corridor and the last luxury apartment room opened, they saw a young girl bouncing around on the sofa playing video games, a Taiwanese sausage stuffed in her mouth, mumbling unclearly, "Uncle, you’ve arrived, huh?"