Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 797: The Story of Ling and Heng (60)

“Little brother, my mother is already aged. It’s not easy for her to meet a young man who she really likes.” Qin Qiu looked at Feng Ling’s back and said gently, “Let’s have dinner together. It won’t take you much time. Let’s just find a place near this police station, OK?”

“Mrs. Feng hasn’t been out of home for many years. If she hadn’t accompanied her mother out, we wouldn’t have had the chance to meet her here.” Suddenly, a voice came from outside. “No matter how old you are, filial piety comes first.”

Qin Qiu turned around and saw a tall figure coming in. At first, she didn’t recognize who he was, but when she looked closely, she remembered a side-face photo she once saw on her eldest daughter’s cell phone. She looked at this man again before asking uncertainly, “Are you… Li …”

“Li Nanheng,” Nanheng glanced faintly at Mrs. Feng and said slowly and indifferently.

Mrs. Feng was surprised. “Mr. Li, why are you here?”

“I happened to pass by.” Nanheng didn’t explain much. He put a hand into his pants pocket and said lightly, “This little brother in front of you is one of my men.”

Mrs. Feng froze for a moment and then looked at this handsome man again. Her eyes fell on the boy who had come to him. After a few looks, she turned her eyes back to Nanheng’s face again.

When Feng’s family took Feng Mingzhu to visit the Li family, although Mrs. Feng didn’t go with them, she later learned that Li Nanheng did not agree to marry her eldest daughter, Feng Mingzhu.

The elders of the Li family and the Feng family weren’t very upset about his decision. This was just an oral agreement. The elders on both sides had always kept their promises. Neither party wanted to break their words. Now since Li Nanheng didn’t want this marriage, they would just give it up.

But to her surprise, after the elders of the Li family and the Feng family had a discussion, they proposed to let Li Nanheng marry her second daughter’s clothes a few years later. Then they wouldn’t break their promise and it would also be a perfect ending for her poor daughter who left before her first birthday. At least, she would leave some trace on earth.

This decision angered Mrs. Feng. Her dearest second daughter passed away before the age of one. She carefully kept all the clothes she had worn and built a cenotaph with those clothes in memory of her daughter. She just wanted to keep everything about the child in this world beside her and well preserve them.

But she didn’t expect that the elders of the two families were so ridiculous as to “marry off” her baby who died so many years ago.

For the past two years, Mrs. Feng had been very upset about this matter. On one hand, Li Nanheng refused to marry her eldest daughter. And on the other, he even dared to marry her second daughter who had been dead for years.

She had been wondering what kind of person this Li family’s only son was, but now when she saw him in person, she found that Li Nanheng was not a rebellious dandy as described by others, nor a spoiled kid who joked about her second daughter.

Instead, this handsome, cool man had a low-profile aura and was not the kind of unruly dandy she once thought.

In what kind of tone and mood did such a decent man say that he would rather marry her second daughter’s clothes than her eldest daughter?

Mrs. Feng stared at Li Nanheng for a long while, because her mother had been gazing at Feng Ling’s face and even wanted to go over to hold the boy’s hand. Mrs. Feng came back from her reverie, stopped her mother, and said politely, “It turns out that this little brother works for Mr. Li. So is he from XI Base?”

The Feng family had been on good terms with the Li family for many years and certainly knew what they were up to.

It was not surprising that Mrs. Feng knew the existence of XI Base.

Nanheng turned his eyes to Feng Ling behind him who apparently couldn’t wait to leave and he smiled, “This is Mrs. Feng, the one next to her should be her mother.”

With that, Nanheng lowered his eyes and said with a voice that only Feng Ling could hear, “What a coincidence. Your surname is Feng too.”

Feng Ling did not think it was a coincidence. Although it was in the United States where there weren’t many Chinese people and the surname Feng was rarely used, she didn’t even know who her parents were or what her real surname was, so this coincidence didn’t mean anything to her.

“Boss, I’ve brought their bag back to them. Let’s go.” Feng Ling couldn’t resist the excited and expectant eyes of the old woman, and for some reason, she felt sour in her heart, so she looked up at the man who was much taller than her. “I just did them a little favor. They don’t have to be so grateful.”

“Do you realize it’s troublesome now? Then why were you so eager to chase the robber just now?” Nanheng said as he patted her head.

Feng Ling: “…”

What was he talking about? She never poked her nose into other people’s business. It was just that she saw the old lady chasing the robber so anxiously and pitifully, so she instinctively stepped forward to help her. Otherwise, she wouldn’t bother to meddle in others’ business.

Mrs. Feng helped her mother to come forward and came to them. “Mr. Li, since we’re friends and this little brother is one of your men, then we really should express our gratitude to you. I think you haven’t had your dinner yet? Let’s have dinner together. It’s our treat.”

Nanheng’s hand was still in his trousers pocket and he looked at Feng Ling. “What do you want to eat?”

Feng Ling was about to say no when Mrs. Feng said, “And the last time the Feng family visited the Li family, I didn’t go with them, which is really a pity. I’m lucky to meet Mr. Li here today. Let’s have a meal together.”

Hearing that Mrs. Feng and Li Nanheng seemed to know each other, Feng Ling choked back the words of refusal. She turned to look at the two, but she felt that she had no reason to ask what their relationship was, and as soon as she turned around, she saw the old lady was still gazing at her eagerly, so she just kept silent.

As she turned around, her shoulders rubbed Nanheng’s, and she whispered: “Boss, it’s up to you.”

Li Nanheng slightly raised a brow and gave Mrs. Feng a glance.