After the man in the suit picked up Feng Xiaohe in his Volvo, he never took his eyes off her thighs, tightly wrapped in black stockings.
Feng Xiaohe was already twenty-two, but the man in the suit thought she had taken such good care of her skin that she looked like an eighteen-year-old girl.
“Careful! Watch the road!”
The man in the suit snapped his head up.
If Feng Xiaohe hadn’t warned him, he would’ve rear-ended the car in front.
But with a peerless beauty sitting in the passenger seat, what man could stay calm?
“Want to come over to my place later, Xiaohe?” the man in the suit asked. “I hear you can really hold your liquor, and that you know your way around red wine. I happen to have a bottle of ’93 Mouton.”
“Brother Chen, ’93 Mouton must be expensive, right?”
“Not really. When I get to share fine wine with a beauty like you, no price is too high.”
The man in the suit gave her a warm, generous smile.
But Feng Xiaohe kept her eyes fixed on the window. Of course she knew the man in the suit wasn’t really interested in the wine. He wasn’t the only man who had his eye on her gorgeous body.
But she wasn’t interested in Chen. When you got right down to it, he was just a spoiled rich kid. Without his family backing him, he was nothing.
“Xiao Na, have you finished your homework?”
“Not yet, Sis,” Xiao Na said from the back seat. “Mr. Wang gave us so many worksheets today.”
“I see…” Feng Xiaohe murmured. Then she turned to the man in the suit. “Brother Chen, you can see how much pressure kids are under these days. Xiao Na’s already in eighth grade, and in another year she’ll have her high school entrance exams…”
“Xiao Na can do her homework at my place,” the man in the suit said, refusing to give up. “It’s homework, after all. She can do it anywhere, right?”
“Xiao Na, would you like to go to Chen’s place and do your homework?”
Feng Xiaohe shot her little sister a glance.
Xiao Na immediately caught on and said:
“Sorry, Sis. I left two workbooks at home, and they’re due tomorrow.”
The man surnamed Chen sighed.
“Ah, what a shame. I’ll drive you home.”
Feng Xiaohe glanced at the slightly crestfallen man and said:
“Thanks for the ride, Brother Chen. I’ll come by to see you myself another day.”
Once you’ve made use of someone, you have to give them a little hope if you want them to keep working for you.
That had always been Feng Xiaohe’s way of doing things.
“It’s my great honor to chauffeur a beautiful woman like you, Xiaohe.”
Before long, they drove into the old part of town.
This was home to Feng Xiaohe and Feng Xiaona. The area was so desolate there was hardly anyone around. Its crumbling, run-down buildings looked like relics from the last century.
The nearby park was empty. It was winter now; even in autumn, all you’d find there were older women dancing in the square and old men out for a stroll.
A few of the buildings looked like they were already on the verge of being condemned.
Seeing how poor the old neighborhood was, the man in the suit was moved. He tried to persuade her with both reason and emotion:
“Xiaohe, be with me. I’ll give you a happy home. Don’t you want to leave this neighborhood? And even if you want to stay in a place this desolate, you have to think about your little sister, Xiao Na.”
But no matter how sweetly the man talked, Feng Xiaohe kept brushing him off with vague answers. She never gave him a straight reply.
Five minutes later, the navigation ended. The Feng sisters were home.
The car stopped in front of an old building that had stood for more than forty years. Naturally, it didn’t even have an elevator. Decay hung over every inch of it, and the exposed pipes running along the outside were covered in rust.
“Thanks so much, Brother Chen. See you another time.”
“See you. And I hope you’ll give what I said earlier some thought.”
“I will.” Feng Xiaohe patted her sister on the shoulder and urged her along. “Xiao Na, hurry up and say goodbye to Brother Chen.”
“Goodbye, Brother Chen.”
“That’s a good girl, Xiao Na. I’ll take you out for something tasty another day.”
Feng Xiaohe took her sister’s hand and headed home without looking back.
The weather was still bitterly cold, but Feng Xiaohe was still wearing her office outfit.
She hurried along, eager to get indoors and warm up.
“Is Sis going to marry Brother Chen someday?”
“You don’t need to call him Brother Chen now that he’s gone.” Feng Xiaohe kicked at the snow on the ground with her high heel, her movements sharp with irritation. “I’d never marry a sex-crazed sugarcane man like him. He was just a driver who gave us a ride home. You don’t need to show him so much respect.”
“Sis…”
“Xiao Na, don’t worry. I’ll work hard to earn money.” Feng Xiaohe stroked Feng Xiaona’s hair. “No matter what, we have to respect ourselves and take care of ourselves.”
But Feng Xiaohe didn’t mean a word of it.
As she watched the Volvo disappear into the distance, Feng Xiaohe wore a cold smile.
Anyone who wanted to marry her had better drive a luxury car worth at least tens of millions of yuan, and the wine had better be Romanée-Conti. If a man didn’t own several publicly listed companies and still dared to dream of marrying her, he was living in a fantasy.
As for men like the one just now, they were only good for taking advantage of now and then.
With so many men interested in her, she wasn’t about to go blind and fall for some loser driving a Volvo, was she?
When she got married someday, she had to make sure her little sister could finally have a happy life.
Back home, the less-than-fifty-square-meter apartment was full of old-fashioned furniture. Feng Xiaohe opened the wardrobe. There wasn’t a single piece of winter clothing inside.
When their mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness, Feng Xiaohe had sold every last thing of value to pay for her treatment. That included her clothes, of course.
At the same time, she still had to look after her sister’s schooling.
There was nothing left…
In the end, she still had to say goodbye to their mother.
Of the family of four they used to be, only the two sisters remained, relying on each other.
“Xiao Na, you have to study hard. You can’t end up with nothing to show for yourself like your sister.”
“You’re not a failure, Sis.”
“Silly girl.”
Thankfully, Feng Xiaona ranked in the top ten in her grade. Getting into a key high school was practically a sure thing.
After high school came college.
After college, she could either continue her studies or find a job. But Feng Xiaohe planned to send her sister abroad, so she could see more of the world.
She wanted her sister to have the right to choose her own fate, instead of being forced, like her, to become a gold digger and a baton passed around by successful men.
The phone in her pocket vibrated.
Feng Xiaohe took it out and checked the group chat on QQ. Disappointment filled her beautiful eyes.
Ai: Sorry, bros, I got kidnapped by a yandere beauty, so I can’t update today.
Xiao Ai’s Fiancée: One of these days, I’m locking Xiao Ai in the basement and turning him into a typing machine.
Sri Lanka: Going to pay respects at the bishop’s grave.
Fenghe: Xiao Ai skips updates all the time. No wonder he’s not popular. An author like him deserves to flop for the rest of his life!
assassin: Lewd pic 1, lewd pic 2, lewd pic 3.
Ai: Stop roasting me, stop roasting me. I’m broken.
“Sis, what’s wrong?”
Xiao Na seemed to notice that her sister was upset, and couldn’t help worrying.
“It’s nothing, Xiao Na. It’s not work.”
Feng Xiaohe put her phone away.
If that author wasn’t updating today, she might as well spend the extra time helping her sister study.
