Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 224 : Where There's a Will, There's a Way

Waking up, Xifeng looked at Bei Yaoyue sleeping soundly beside her and wanted nothing more than to strangle her in bed right now, then cruelly dismember her and destroy all evidence.

Whether it was due to losing her reason from drinking, Bei Yaoyue had no idea about restraint, completely forgetting about being gentle and tender. The force she used could truly be called ravaging—Xifeng almost didn't recover and nearly died on the spot.

But thinking was just thinking—Xifeng couldn't actually bear to hurt her, so she could only sit there fuming in silent anger.

Two people sharing a bed easily wake up due to the other's movements. When Xifeng sat up, Bei Yaoyue also leisurely awakened. She opened her eyes to look at Xifeng, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly, her fair cheeks wearing an ambiguous smile.

After a night's rest, Bei Yaoyue's eyes had regained their proper clarity.

"Xifeng." Bei Yaoyue parted her pink lips and smiled sweetly. "You were really... last night"

"Shut up!" Xifeng immediately cut off Bei Yaoyue's verbal humiliation, glaring at her with impressive momentum.

Although her momentum was strong, her overly delicate appearance and weak voice meant this glare actually had no intimidating power at all. Instead, it had the cute charm of a kitten bristling its fur, making people want to provoke her anger again just to be glared at a few more times.

Rolling out of bed in a bad mood, Xifeng was truly worried—so worried her hair had turned completely white.

She had finally caught a chance to counterattack, but in the end still failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice instead. When would she ever truly be able to hold her head high once?

After washing up, Xifeng headed straight to the kitchen, like a dutiful wife preparing a rich and nutritious breakfast for Bei Yaoyue.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

At the dining table, Xifeng asked Bei Yaoyue who was eating breakfast with her head down.

Although Xifeng didn't need to eat most of the time, leaving Bei Yaoyue to eat alone would make her feel bad, so when Bei Yaoyue ate, she usually sat at the dining table with her to chat or play on her phone.

"I'm fine now." Bei Yaoyue shook her head lightly. Young people's metabolism was quite strong—a night's sleep was enough for her to metabolize most of the alcohol.

"What exactly... did you go do, drinking so much?" Xifeng grumbled unhappily. "And you had to hide it from me."

The chopsticks in her hand stopped in mid-air. Bei Yaoyue was stunned for a moment, picked up a piece of fried egg, and said: "It really wasn't anything much. I had dinner with Dad and several company managers to discuss initial company matters.

"I didn't want to tell you because you would definitely want to come along if you knew. But first, you don't need to bother interacting with the company people—you just need to focus on the studio. Second... business entertainment really isn't a good thing. I want to keep you as far away from it as possible."

Xifeng fell silent. So it was workplace socializing. Bei Yaoyue must have been busy with company matters all day yesterday.

Honestly, Xifeng really disliked socializing, but unfortunately that was just how Chinese tradition worked—many major company decisions were often made at the dinner table.

When Xifeng was still a corporate slave, she had participated in plenty of business entertainment. She still remembered what her department manager had said to her:

"If you want to be a leader, the first requirement is being able to drink. When you're working on projects and others toast you, if you don't drink, you're not giving them face. Then you can just pack up and leave—there's no point discussing the project anymore.

"All these projects our company has landed didn't just fall from the sky—they were all earned by leaders drinking with their bodies on the line."

Although it sounded harsh, reality was just that absurd, especially in state-owned enterprises where this culture was even stronger. Xifeng had never seen any of her leaders who couldn't drink.

"I understand." Xifeng lowered her gaze, her voice somewhat dim. "I won't ask about company matters anymore."

Although Xifeng very much wanted to share Bei Yaoyue's burdens and contribute some of her own strength, Bei Yaoyue clearly didn't want her to worry about this. So after weighing things, she decided to listen to Bei Yaoyue.

After all, she really couldn't help much anyway.

"Focus on the studio instead." Bei Yaoyue smiled and ruffled the top of Xifeng's head. "In the studio, you're the game production director—there are plenty of things that need your attention."

The moment she saw that hand reaching over, Xifeng instinctively felt a hint of resistance and wanted to dodge, but that resistance was quickly drowned in the comfortable sensation brought by the head pat.

"Mm..." Xifeng responded with her eyes squinted, though whether she was answering Bei Yaoyue or just moaning from comfort was unclear.

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In the morning, while Xifeng was cleaning the living room, her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket. She took it out to look—it was a call from He Pingge.

Since the last time He Pingge had asked her that question and been gently refused, they hadn't spoken for some time. Xifeng was silent for a moment, arranged her facial expression and mood, then pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Coo Coo, good morning." Xifeng laughed lightly, speaking in a relaxed tone as usual, as if their previous unpleasantness hadn't affected her at all.

Xifeng was very open-minded—if they couldn't be lovers, they could still be good friends. She could completely pretend that little rift didn't exist.

"Xifei, good morning, I..." He Pingge seemed to hesitate. "I got into Crescent University of Technology."

Xifeng was stunned, then smiled with joy: "Really? Congratulations, congratulations! I knew you could do it. Hard work pays off. Perfect timing since Old Ji is at that school too—you'll have someone to look after you when you go."

This wasn't false sentiment but Xifeng genuinely feeling happy for He Pingge, because she knew He Pingge had worked so hard for so long just for this moment.

Hard work pays off...

Her eyes flickering, He Pingge couldn't help but laugh quietly. Although she understood Xifeng had no mocking intent, these words sounded particularly grating to her ears.

Where there's a will, there's a way. With determination like breaking boats and sinking cauldrons, even the hundred and two passes of Qin will belong to Chu.

Heaven does not disappoint the dedicated. With perseverance like lying on brushwood and tasting gall, even three thousand Yue soldiers can swallow Wu.

This was He Pingge's favorite motto in high school, but now it was the saying she hated most.