My System Forces Me to Live off Women

Chapter 445 - 314: Model Family (Part 2)

Xu Manning pitifully clung to Yu Huizhi’s hand in a familiar way, refusing to let go.

Li Qiyuan and Yu Huizhi, the elderly couple, had no reason to refuse, but the situation was too complex at the moment, and they dared not agree immediately.

"Yu... Auntie." Zhao Qingge felt a bit awkward calling her that, but soon her expression became natural again: "If I stay at your house, it won’t be too much trouble for you and Uncle, will it?"

Yu Huizhi didn’t answer, and Xu Manning grumbled unhappily, "Acting like a spring chicken, dreaming I’ll call you little Xiaoge and thinking you’re still young? You’ll be thirty-three after the New Year, and in traditional years that’s thirty-four, and soon you’ll be forty, yet you shamelessly try to call her Aunt like me?"

Zhao Qingge’s eyes turned icy, "Say that again?!"

Yu Huizhi pretended not to hear or see, "Qingge, it’s no trouble. The hotel environment is just so-so, and if you really want comfort, staying at home is better. Besides, we have empty rooms; you and Manning can each have a room, there’s enough space for everyone!"

After a pause, Yu Huizhi said seriously, "But let me be clear, you mustn’t quarrel. Once Fengfeng makes a decision on the seventh, let’s part on good terms."

Xu Manning responded with an acknowledgment, glanced at Li Peifeng who had remained silent all along, and said, "I’ll listen to Auntie."

"Keep an eye on him, and let me know when Tianxuan arrives." Wu Wenyue whispered to Miss Xu, then bid farewell to Yu Huizhi and Li Qiyuan, grabbed her bag, and left.

"Wenyue, drive safely."

"Give my regards to your parents from me and your Aunt."

"No problem, goodbye Auntie and Uncle."

The couple got up to see her off, and after Wu Wenyue waved goodbye and entered the elevator, they exchanged glances, thinking finally, one guest had left, but as soon as they sighed in relief, they remembered there were two still staying over and a fourth one, Huang Tianxuan, arriving soon...

"Bang!"

Li Qiyuan unceremoniously struck Li Peifeng on the head, commanding, "Go, tidy up the two guest rooms, and change the bed sheets."

Li Peifeng sighed mournfully, "As I thought, domestic violence is either zero or countless! Dad, if you keep hitting me like this, aren’t you afraid when you’re old I’ll make you eat coarse grains and wild vegetables?"

Li Qiyuan snorted coldly, "Your mom and I have pensions when we retire, we don’t need you!"

"Wasn’t it just three thousand from that transfer just now? How can you say such things?"

Li Qiyuan touched his nose, saying nothing.

Yu Huizhi urged, "Stop dawdling, go quickly!"

Strictly speaking, the old house of the Li family has four rooms available for people to live in, three bedrooms, one study, and an attic.

The old couple occupies one master bedroom, each girl gets a side bedroom, and although the attic is an art studio, it can be lived in; Li Peifeng quite likes staying there.

The study belongs to Li Qiyuan, he doesn’t plan to move, and although the attic is smaller, it feels safer and is quiet enough for writing.

Indeed, after tidying up the rooms for Zhao Qingge and Xu Manning, Li Peifeng took out his laptop and started writing in the attic.

Huang Tianxuan would only arrive around six in the evening; Yu Huizhi was busy chatting with the two girls, and Li Qiyuan had left to withdraw money from the bank. Since he was free, he might as well jot down a few more lines.

But when Li Qiyuan returned with the money, he interrupted Li Peifeng, who was just getting into his creative flow...

"Eighty thousand, another eighty thousand, you’re really something!"

Li Qiyuan threw a black plastic bag of money onto the bed with annoyance and sat down himself, "Is Huang Tianxuan on the way?"

"On the way." Li Peifeng replied casually, "Don’t worry, I’ll transfer this money to Mom soon."

"No need." Li Qiyuan sighed, "Your mom and I still have some savings, and we haven’t used all of the over two million you gave us. Keep your money and spend it on yourself."

Li Peifeng murmured acknowledgment, then turned to look seriously, "I’m writing. Do you need something?"

"Did you really meet Zhao Qingge’s parents as her boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"How did her parents react?"

"Pretty well, a bit resistant, but not much."

Li Peifeng responded while continuing to type on his keyboard. Li Qiyuan glanced over; it wasn’t aimless typing, but actual novel content!

"Why don’t you seem anxious at all?"

Li Qiyuan frowned, "Your love life is a mess, and you still have the mood to write a novel?"

Li Peifeng chuckled, "Guess what? My creative inspiration is actually off the charts right now, multitasking is no problem!"

Old Li felt an itch to hit him but instead took out the money from the black bag, dividing it into halves, four thousand in each red envelope, working while speaking, "Honestly, I’m a bit surprised. I didn’t expect that those girls would have such deep feelings for you, even after all the excessive things you’ve done; they still are willing to give you a chance and want to continue being with you... I can’t figure this out."

[Although the dream was short, it burned like a crimson flag. The brief, damp moonlit night merged with the short, wet rain-soaked night, vanishing in the blazing flames, just like fleeting emotions, stirring week after week of brilliance...]

The keyboard clicked away as Li Peifeng swiftly typed this paragraph into his writing software, not responding to Li Qiyuan’s words.

There are many reasons why the girls care so deeply for him and are exceptionally forgiving, but Li Peifeng believes the most important reason is those shared dream experiences, which created a peculiar bond and subtle link among the four girls.

"Have you decided in your heart who to choose in the end?"