My Hubby Can’t Stop Pampering Me
Chapter 1424 - 1417: Following (3)

Chapter 1424: Chapter 1417: Following (3)

The nearby area is full of high-end residential communities, and each homeowner has their own parking space. The back street where she parked was very quiet, only the main street ahead was brightly lit. Besides her car on the back street, there was only one black car behind hers, but its lights were off, as if no one was there.

Perhaps she was overthinking, but if Manager Li dared to continue his pursuits, she wouldn’t mind using some tactics. From now on, she would snatch all of Manager Li’s orders, and compete for his clients, after all, it’s either him or her—whoever made her life difficult.

However, today Feifei seemed to have something on her mind too. After reconciling with Sixing, Sixing went back to work and she continued filming. But news from Xue Jizong kept coming, as if he couldn’t wait to use money. After she finished filming, she immediately flew to Yan City and met with Xue Jizong under her agent’s arrangement.

Before meeting him in person, Feifei was actually skeptical about the authenticity of Xue Jizong. After all, photos could be borrowed, and videos could be faked. However, once she met him, there was no doubt—this was her father.

Even though six years had passed, Xue Jizong had aged quite a bit. Yet, he didn’t seem to be in bad shape. Although his clothes were not as good as before, and wrinkles had formed on his face, his vitality was still present, and he looked healthy.

Of course, before they even sat down, he enthusiastically embraced her: "Feifei, you’ve grown up, and become beautiful."

Though everything seemed like the old days, something felt off.

But as soon as they sat down, Xue Jizong said, "Feifei, you are successful now, and dad has gotten old, lost his job, and don’t even have a house. From now on, you’ll have to support me."

He lost his job and his house—wasn’t that his own fault? Who told him to gamble and mortgage everything, of course, he wouldn’t have money to live.

Usually sharp-tongued, Feifei softened her approach towards her father, or perhaps, she still harbored a little hope: "How much?"

Xue Jizong pondered for a moment: "Forget the amount I mentioned last time. Living in Yan City, I need a house, not too big, a three-bedroom two-living room apartment would suffice, and you can come back to live here too. As for living expenses, ten to twenty thousand a month should be enough; I’m not asking for much."

Ten to twenty thousand, plus an apartment! A three-bedroom apartment in Yan City is extremely expensive—unless it’s in the far outskirts, it costs at least eight million! Not to mention his pension, does he eat gold every day? An old man asking for ten to twenty thousand a month for living expenses, and he says it’s not much. To think that she, during those five years under an extremely unfair 90/10 artist contract, had earned a total of just over two million—even that was through incessant filming. That money, after daily expenses, half of it went to her mother, the rest stayed with her. And he just demanded a ten million apartment right away!

Feifei was scornful inside, yet still smiling on the face: "Any other requests?"

Xue Jizong thought for a moment, then added: "Yan City is so big, it’s inconvenient without a car. I’m old now, squeezing into the subway or bus could lead to accidents, which is more troublesome. If you have a car, give me one too. I know it’s tough to obtain a license plate, I can rent one. You can continue to use it whenever you want."

Feifei didn’t say a word, just gazed at his tie—it looked as if a woman had tied it for him.