The cigarette in Feng Mian’s hand nearly burned his fingers. He swallowed hard. "It can’t be this serious!"
Bo Xichen said nothing, his long fingers tapping away at the keyboard...
Feng Mian watched him emptily for a long mont before whispering, "Just say the word if you need ."
Bo Xichen spoke softly, "Do you want Fengxi to rember you, or not? If you don’t have those kinds of intentions, then erase her past thoughts and mories."
Feng Mian felt as if he’d been punched in the gut. A Fengxi who doesn’t like ... He found the idea repulsive.
But, wouldn’t it be good if Fengxi didn’t like him? They used to be the best of partners, bickering just like he did with Gu Anxi. It was pure camaraderie, like brothers.
He wanted to say sothing, but his throat felt tight.
What could he say? Nothing would be right. It was just as Bo Xichen said: if he didn’t have those intentions, then it was better not to let a new Fengxi rember. That would be bad for everyone.
Feng Mian left and later went out drinking with Zhou Yunchen that night.
Feng Mian got incredibly drunk, so much so that Zhou Yunchen couldn’t handle him. He ended up calling a couple of burly guys from the bar to carry Feng Mian ho.
By the ti Zhou Yunchen managed to get away, it was already midnight. Shen Congwen ca to pick him up.
Zhou Yunchen sat beside her, eyes slightly closed. "Feng Mian is really in a miserable state."
Shen Congwen saw he was so drunk he’d forgotten to fasten his seatbelt. She sighed softly and leaned over to buckle him in. "You’re completely wasted."
Zhou Yunchen’s hand cheekily pinched her face. "I thought I had it bad enough, but I didn’t expect Feng Mian to be even worse off than ."
Shen Congwen slapped his hand away. "Keep your hands to yourself."
After being with him for so long, she’d discovered this man was becoming increasingly shaless.
Zhou Yunchen still smiled, then said in a low voice, "I’ve finally gotten my wish after so much effort, and it looks like Feng Mian will spend his entire life pining for an AI."
That guy, he says he and Fengxi are like brothers, but Fengxi is a girl, you know.
Thinking about this, Zhou Yunchen burst into uproarious laughter.
Shen Congwen was utterly speechless, enduring it as she drove. This continued until the car stopped downstairs at her apartnt building. Zhou Yunchen held her back, not letting her get out of the car. One hand gently touched her hair. "It’s grown quite long. When are we getting married? Just registering is fine too."
He had been pestering her for a long ti and thought Shen Congwen would continue to drag it out. Who knew she would actually hum in agreent?
Zhou Yunchen jolted. "You agreed?"
After saying that, he started getting handsy again, as passionate as could be. Shen Congwen struggled to fend him off. "You’re being so wild."
Zhou Yunchen held her face. "I’m happy today!"
Shen Congwen thought, I should have just left him at the bar.
「 」
While things were lively on their end, it was very quiet on Feng Mian’s side. He returned to his luxury apartnt, sat on the sofa, and casually played his phone ssages.
Almost all of them were from his parents and various other relatives—
"Feng Mian, when are you coming ho?"
"Feng Mian, I’ve found a nice girl for you to et."
"You’re not young anymore, you can’t be too picky. The last one was quite good~"
Feng Mian listened sowhat numbly, then quietly turned them off. He sat alone in the dim light.
He was Beicheng’s top lawyer. His lawsuits started at a hundred million, he had assets worth tens of billions, and if he felt like it, he could throw a party and spend several million. Countless girls wanted to marry him.
He was also quite the playboy and had many girlfriends who ca and went, but he had never truly invested his feelings in any of them.
But now, an AI who had said she liked him was gone. Even if a new one was created, she wouldn’t like him anymore. Just thinking about it was agonizing.
He knew that loving an AI, if it were for a lifeti, would be very lonely. It was because you couldn’t see or touch them; you could only interact through intelligent communication.
And he was the only male heir of the Feng family.
Feng Mian had always felt that choosing Fengxi was impossible; he had never even considered it. But now, he wasn’t so sure...
Bo Xichen had said that if he didn’t have those intentions, then Fengxi shouldn’t be given those mory points.
He sprawled on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. After a mont, he took off his watch and activated the Phoenix System, but all he got was a blue screen, and then another blue screen...
The anguish in his heart suddenly surged to its peak.
Perhaps it was on impulse, but he dialed Bo Xichen’s number.
On the other end, Bo Xichen was still awake late at night, still building Fengxi.
Feng Mian spoke in a hoarse voice, "Fengxi... that part of Fengxi’s mory points... let complete them."
Bo Xichen’s voice was gentle. "Are you sure?"
Feng Mian closed his eyes. "I’m sure."
If, in the future, he didn’t want to marry and have children, he would just live with Fengxi. If, by so chance, he did marry and have children, he would secretly keep Fengxi...
As he was saying this, Gu Anxi, who was beside Bo Xichen, happened to wake up. Hearing Feng Mian’s words, she mumbled, ’Does he want Fengxi to be his mistress?’
Bo Xichen held her with one arm while saying to Feng Mian, "Restoring Fengxi to how she was before could take several years. It’s not like she can beco the way we want just by giving her the mory points."
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