The King of Urban Mercenaries
Chapter 521 - 521 521 Qi Paopao's Frustration of Iron Not Turning into Steel

521: Chapter 521: Qi Paopao’s Frustration of Iron Not Turning into Steel 521: Chapter 521: Qi Paopao’s Frustration of Iron Not Turning into Steel “Miss, do we know each other?”

In response to Lin Fei’s words, Qi Wenjie fiercely raised her foot, intending to kick Lin Fei, but he successfully blocked and counteracted with a hold on her foot.

“After all these years, why can’t you change this habit of resorting to violence when you lose the argument?”

“Let go!”

“Let go so you can continue to kick me?”

“If you don’t let go, I’ll scream harassment!”

Slap!

As soon as Qi Wenjie finished speaking, Lin Fei yanked her entire body in front of him and smacked her pert, plump buttocks with a slap.

“Lin Fei, how dare you hit me?!”

Clearly, Qi Wenjie hadn’t expected Lin Fei to really dare to hit her in such a public place.

After being smacked on the buttocks by Lin Fei, she was somewhat in disbelief.

“You were about to cry harassment, so I had to make a substantial move.” Lin Fei, remembering the countless times in high school when Qi Wenjie ruined his first love’s romantic atmosphere, was in a good mood.

If only he had a cigarette in his pocket, he’d probably light one up and leisurely take a few puffs.

Contentedly, Lin Fei watched as Qi Wenjie, affected by his bold move, was clearly not in a leisurely mood.

“Lin Fei, I’m giving you two choices now.

First, obediently stick out your butt and let me kick it and be done.

Second, I’ll go back and tell Youyou, and say that you—”

She cut herself off mid-sentence as she mentioned her close friend and considered the romantic ties between Lin Fei and her friend, unwittingly falling silent.

The silence was also shared by Lin Fei, who, after so many years, was unexpectedly hearing the mention of his high school sweetheart.

“How have you been these years?” After a long silence, Lin Fei, recovering his composure, was the first to speak.

Hearing Lin Fei speak first, Qi Wenjie, who had been the first to go silent, stared at him with slightly resentful eyes and bit her red lips tightly.

“Good, why wouldn’t it be!

Without you, this disaster, how could we not be well!”

“That’s good then.”

Although he detected the implicit resentment and frustration in Qi Wenjie’s words, and realized she was probably speaking in anger, Lin Fei didn’t pursue it further.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but that he couldn’t.

More precisely, Lin Fei no longer had the right to delve deeper at this moment.

“I—” The resentment and frustration she felt only met Lin Fei’s indifferent and plain reply.

Qi Wenjie had a choking sensation, as if the words were stuck in her throat, unable to be expressed.

After a long time, Qi Wenjie took several deep breaths, suppressed the myriad of thoughts in her heart, and with the same tone and question, asked Lin Fei, “How have you been these years?”

“Not bad.

I joined the military for a few years after leaving school.

After retiring from the military, I went abroad for a few years.

Life abroad lost its appeal, so I came back.”

Unwilling to share his dangerous experiences and possibly provoke an extreme reaction from Qi Wenjie, Lin Fei summarized his past years in just a few words.

Seemingly resentful and saddened, Qi Wenjie, after hearing Lin Fei’s account, forced a smile at him, “So you have been abroad, it seems you are doing quite well.

Originally, when I heard from some of our class that you were setting up a stall on the footbridge, I laughed at Youyou for having no taste.

Now it seems like Youyou does have a good eye.”

“I did set up a stall on the footbridge when I first returned to the country,” Lin Fei admitted without any intention of concealing his past from Qi Wenjie, one of the few high school classmates he could confide in.

“Are you sure you’re not joking with me?!”

Unlike Lin Fei’s openness, Qi Wenjie’s expression turned icy when she heard Lin Fei admit that he had set up a stall on the footbridge.

“You know, I’m really not one for jokes.”

“Then, the thing Lu Ping said about you being a security guard, is that true too?!” Qi Wenjie’s expression grew colder upon hearing Lin Fei indirectly confirm the fact that he had set up his stall, and a hint of anger stirred in her eyes.

“Lu Ping?” Lin Fei, not recalling Lu Ping immediately, after some thought, finally remembered encountering him at Crown Hotel while helping Su Qinglan.

Catching sight of Lin Fei’s slightly anxious look waiting for his reply, and recalling that he himself was the Deputy Head of the Security Department at Mu Group, he casually responded to Qi Wenjie, “If he said it, then it must be true.

After all, the nature of the job is more or less the same.”

To Lin Fei, who never took his jobs too seriously, the difference between a security guard and a deputy head of a security department was negligible, the only difference being whether one had a secretary or not.

However, Qi Wenjie clearly did not take it the same way.

Bang!

Bang!

Ignoring her bare feet, Qi Wenjie angrily stamped her foot and scolded Lin Fei, her voice full of frustration, “A security guard?

How could you be content with being a security guard?

Where has your high school arrogance gone?!

How can you resign yourself to this?!”

Caught off guard by Qi Wenjie’s sudden scolding, a somewhat bemused Lin Fei glanced over and saw her bare feet, and couldn’t help but kindly remind her, “Er—I think instead of standing here barefoot scolding me, you might want to go back and put on your shoes.

Also, your creditor has arrived.”

Lin Fei’s aforementioned ‘creditor’ was, of course, the owner of the black Volkswagen that Qi Wenjie’s red Hyundai had rear-ended.

A man in his thirties, sporting a beer belly.

In fact, this man had wanted to discuss the rear-ending incident with Qi Wenjie for a while.

However, due to the astonishing sight of Qi Wenjie running barefoot earlier, he had been rather intimidated.

It wasn’t until the traffic police arrived.

With the police there, the man cautiously approached Qi Wenjie.

“Stay right there, or you are dead!”

Warned by Lin Fei, Qi Wenjie turned to see the traffic police and the man with the beer belly.

She walked over to the police, and within a few words, she settled the compensation matter, briskly handing over a few hundred dollars before returning to Lin Fei’s side.

“Get in the car with me; we need to have a good talk.”

Her words left no room for refusal as Qi Wenjie walked ahead towards her red Hyundai.

Watching Qi Wenjie’s graceful, barefoot figure, Lin Fei, who had picked up her rose-colored high heels, shook his head in resignation, “Walking barefoot, even that’s become a fashion statement now.”

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