"Can you tell in detail what happened after you t up with Weiwei?" Pei Dengke asked in a pleading tone.
Xiao Feng let out a cold snort. His brain spun at high speed, and he quickly made up a story that didn't have any obvious holes.
In this story, Xiao Feng didn't talk too much about Wang Tingwei, instead putting all the emphasis on his own emotional journey.
By the ti he finished, the image of a victim who had been ruthlessly deceived and deeply hurt had already taken full shape in Pei Dengke's mind.
A mont later, Pei Dengke asked, "If that's the case, then Brother Xiao, why did you still give the photos?"
"A real man keeps his word!" Xiao Feng said righteously. "Even though she deceived , anything I promised, I will do. Otherwise, wouldn't I be no different from a petty scumbag?"
Pei Dengke was instantly full of admiration. "Brother Xiao, you're upright and aboveboard, your word is as good as gold. I really respect you!"
"Alright, you've got the photos, I'm off!" Xiao Feng waved impatiently and turned to leave.
"No, no, no!" Pei Dengke hurriedly stopped him. "Brother Xiao, don't be angry. Our phones and everything have all been handed in. When the assessnt's over, I'll give you twenty thousand yuan…
No!
I'll give you fifty thousand."
Xiao Feng frowned. "We agreed on twenty, so it's twenty. Besides, it's not like you owe money. What's it supposed to an if you give it to ?"
"Weiwei might have run into so special situation and couldn't get the money to you in ti. As her…" At this point, Pei Dengke seed a bit stuck, then forced himself to continue, "Anyway, it's the sa if I give you the money!"
Xiao Feng said firmly, "I definitely won't take the money. Whoever owes it, pays it.
Even if you give the money to Wang Tingwei and let her pass it to , that's fine.
In any case, the twenty thousand has to co out of her hands before I'll take it!"
After he finished, Xiao Feng sighed inwardly.
Not taking money that's already at his fingertips really didn't match his usual style, but in order to firmly establish this "upright and honest" persona in this guy's heart, he could only grit his teeth and give it up.
anwhile, Pei Dengke's admiration for Xiao Feng grew even deeper. He said earnestly, "Brother Xiao, I'm not just buttering you up. I grew up in the hutongs of Beijing, but I've barely seen anyone as generous and straightforward as you.
If you don't mind, let's be friends. I, Pei Dengke, will recognize you as my big brother!"
Xiao Feng laughed heartily and patted him twice on the shoulder. "Good, good brother!"
"…" Pei Dengke sucked in a breath of cold air. The shoulder that hadn't hurt just now started aching again.
Right at that mont, Xiao Feng suddenly seed to rember sothing. "Oh right, your sister-in-law also asked to give you a few test questions. She said it's ten thousand a question, but now that we're brothers, it'd be tacky to talk about money."
"No way!" Pei Dengke refused firmly. "How could I let my big brother take a loss? You have to take the money. I don't care how much it is per question anymore, I'll just give you a million in total. Big Brother, take it and spend it!"
Xiao Feng was thrilled inside, but on the surface he still put on an unwilling face and said decisively, "How could I take my brother's money? If you keep talking like that, I'm going to get upset!"
"Even if you're upset, I'm still saying it!" Pei Dengke seed fired up now, his tone serious. "If Big Brother doesn't accept it, that ans you look down on and don't want to be friends with ."
"Forget it, forget it, we'll talk after the assessnt." Xiao Feng changed the subject. "Let's talk about the test questions first. Let make… uh no, let think…
First question, when was the first ti you two t?"
"Oh… I get it now!" Pei Dengke's face lit up with sudden understanding. "Weiwei wants to test how attentive I am to her."
Xiao Feng's mouth twitched twice, and he went along with it. "Probably."
Pei Dengke was even more convinced that was the case. He imdiately pulled himself together and asked, "Brother Xiao, what was the first question again?"
"The ti and place of your first eting."
"The fifteenth day of the seventh month on last year's lunar calendar, at my grandpa's birthday banquet. At the ti, Weiwei was wearing a pleated skirt…"
Xiao Feng pretended to take out the issued paper and pen and scribble it down, while inwardly quipping that this birthday was really sothing.
But very soon, he wasn't in the mood to joke.
He heard Pei Dengke say, "Weiwei was representing the Tang Family to offer birthday congratulations to my grandpa. She was really beautiful that day. To put it in more artsy terms, the mont she appeared, everyone else just felt… diocre."
Xiao Feng silently highlighted the key points in his mind: "Kyoto, Tang Family."
Then he cut off Pei Dengke's endless monologue.
Because Pei Dengke could clearly recount every detail like what Weiwei was wearing, what earrings she had on, whether she wore eye shadow—all of it.
If he wrote all that down, he'd probably end up with several thousand characters, and he wasn't here to practice his prose.
"Second question, what's the most romantic thing you've done with her?" Xiao Feng continued.
Pei Dengke looked troubled. "There are too many. For example, when we were in the hot air balloon…"
"Stop right there!" Xiao Feng cut him off. "Just tell the one thing you think is the most romantic. Rember, the most romantic. Don't go off-topic, and keep it as short as possible. I'm planning on keeping this hand and wrist intact."
"Big Brother, your hand's getting tired?" With good sense, Pei Dengke snatched the paper and pen away. "Don't worry about it, I'll write it myself."
He finished speaking and started writing in sweeping strokes across the paper.
Ten minutes later, Xiao Feng's face was as dark as water. He wanted nothing more than to give Pei Dengke a slap on the forehead.
Because this guy wrote like he was drafting a novel, describing the weather at the ti, the surrounding scenery, and so on, all in words.
The result was two full sheets of long, flowing text with not a single line getting to the damn point.
"Forget it, forget it, let's stop writing. Just say it out loud." Xiao Feng closed the notebook and stopped Pei Dengke from continuing his literary creation.
Pei Dengke clearly had doubts. "Brother Xiao, you know the saying, 'the palest ink is better than the best mory.' Can you really rember it?"
"Trust , I can!" Xiao Feng replied with absolute certainty.
"Alright then. The most romantic thing that happened between and Weiwei would have to be that ti at the lavender manor…"
And so, under the guise of test questions, plus so probing here and there, Xiao Feng more or less pieced together the story between Pei Dengke and Wang Tingwei.
Sumd up, it went like this:
At his grandpa's banquet, Pei Dengke accidentally t Wang Tingwei, who had co on behalf of the Tang Family to offer birthday congratulations, and fell in love with her at first sight, then launched a full-on pursuit.
Things like sending 999 roses were nothing. Young Master Pei made his move with luxury cars and villas. Adding everything up, the money he'd thrown at Wang Tingwei was close to fifty million.
Unlike Miao Yueqian, who simply refused to give any clear stance, Wang Tingwei had always kept a push-and-pull, ambiguous attitude toward Pei Dengke—making him feel like he was always just one step away from success, but that one step never got crossed.
Hearing this, Xiao Feng ntally slapped a label of "Master of Tea Art" on Wang Tingwei.
Co on, if you're not into it, then don't accept the gifts.
Accepting every present without refusing, yet never willing to give a clear answer—if that's not a scummy girl, what is?
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