Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 645 - 638: It’s a Pity the Bride Isn’t Me

Chapter 645: Chapter 638: It’s a Pity the Bride Isn’t Me

Chapter 638: It’s a Pity I’m Not the Bride

"Qingqing."

Lin Zifeng finally called out.

Lin Chuqing, who was unlocking the door, trembled slightly at the tips of her fingers. The familiar voice by her ear almost made her think it was an illusion.

It wasn’t until Lin Zifeng called her twice that she came to her senses.

She hurriedly called out to the source of the voice, "Brother."

"Bro, when did you get here?" The young girl quickly turned around and walked toward Lin Zifeng.

"Slow down, be careful." Lin Zifeng hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

Her face was flushed, and her eyes were moist; Lin Zifeng’s presence meant more to her than anything else.

"Bro, when did you get here?"

"Just arrived a little while ago," Lin Zifeng said with a smile.

"You’re lying, you must have been here a long time, right? I’m sorry, Bro, Chuqing didn’t know you came. I came back so late. If I had known, I would have come back earlier."

"It’s okay, it’s okay, I really just got here. Next time, can I give you a heads-up before I come?" Lin Zifeng teased, scraping her little nose and causing the girl to giggle.

"Oh right, girl, I brought you a lot of tasty things today. You’re not planning to make your bro stand outside all afternoon, are you?" Seeing her flushed eyes slightly mist over, he knew she must be moved.

After all, only those who have lived without love from a young age would understand.

"Oh! I’m sorry, Bro, Chuqing was so happy that I almost forgot. Please come inside, Bro. It’s so hot today; you must be overheated. Come in, and I’ll turn on an electric fan for you."

The anxious Xixi hurriedly led Lin Zifeng into the room. After setting down the flower basket, she started to look for the electric fan under the bed.

The fan was wrapped in a piece of black cloth, indicating that she hadn’t been willing to use it.

It seemed she had indeed been living frugally these days.

"Don’t you get hot sleeping at night usually?" Lin Zifeng asked.

"Hehe, a calm heart is naturally cool," Chuqing replied with earnest laughter.

With pale fingers fumbling, she plugged in the power and directed as much airflow as possible toward Lin Zifeng.

This only made Lin Zifeng’s nose feel even more sour.

"Qingqing, I want to ask you something, and you have to answer honestly," he said.

"Bro, what is it?" Lin Chuqing, adjusting the fan, nodded, her brow sweaty.

Lin Zifeng thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Bro wants to get your eyes treated, so you can go back to living a normal life. Would you like that?"

This time, Lin Zifeng did not insist; he just asked.

Last time, he had indeed insisted on treating her eyes, but the stubborn Lin Chuqing flatly refused.

"No! Bro, I will earn the money myself to treat my eyes. I don’t want you to spend this money on me. I would feel very uncomfortable with that."

"Why though?" Lin Zifeng couldn’t understand. He was both amused and frustrated—why would such a silly girl not cherish the opportunity to get her eyes treated and instead insist on earning the money herself?

"Bro, I’m already very satisfied that you acknowledge me as your sister, bu-but for my eyes, I want to heal them with my own efforts. I don’t want to owe you any more favors. I’m afraid, I’m afraid I won’t be able to repay it."

"Heh heh, silly girl, did I ever say I wanted you to repay me?"

"That would make me feel even more sorry for you, Bro. Please, just let Chuqing be. I want to heal my own eyes with my effort. It’s been so many years; I’m already accustomed to this feeling of darkness."

"You’re so silly!"

Lin Zifeng had run out of things to say and simply laughed and scolded her.

"Hehe, brother, are you still hot?"

"Not hot anymore." Lin Zifeng helplessly shook his head, already speechless at the little girl’s antics.

"Come on, Qingqing, I brought you lots of tasty food today. You haven’t had lunch yet, right?"

At that moment, Lin Zifeng almost forgot about the groceries he had just gone out to buy.

"Brother, when did you go buy them?"

Lin Chuqing lifted her head proudly; even though she could not see, her heart could feel it all.

The mist once again enveloped her dewy eyes.

"Come on, eat up while it’s hot or it won’t taste as good." Lin Zifeng smiled, fondly rubbing her head.

Only then did the two begin their lavish lunch. After eating, Lin Zifeng quickly made a call to Black Hawk, entrusting the Martial Arts Society with Lin Chuqing’s safety going forward. Only then could he rest assured and allow his sister to live on her own.

After all, Lin Chuqing’s temperament was too stubborn, and he really did not want to go against her wishes. Doing so would not only be unhelpful for her but would likely create a sense of ’uselessness’ in her heart.

In the afternoon, Lin Chuqing did not go out to sell flowers but spent time chatting with Lin Zifeng at home about what she had heard and seen over the years.

What shocked Lin Zifeng was that the little girl, instead of complaining about her tough years, talked optimistically about the interesting things she had heard during that time.

In the evening, at Lin Zifeng’s strong insistence, he had to take his sister out for a stroll around the bustling metropolis, for a great city always has pleasant places to offer.

Lin Zifeng rode the little bicycle Lin Chuqing usually used to sell flowers, with Lin Chuqing excitedly throwing her arms wide and cheering from behind him.

This scene looked almost like two lovers from a movie, savoring the last of their youthful indiscretions.

"Brother, do you want to listen to a song?"

Lin Chuqing’s face, rosy and tender from excitement, was now even more radiant.

"Can you sing?"

Lin Zifeng turned around and asked with a smile.

"Mhm." The little girl nodded vigorously with a sweet smile.

"Then sing for me, I’ll listen." Lin Zifeng said with a chuckle.

"Brother, what would you like to hear? Chuqing can sing anything for you."

"Are you able to sing the songs I want to hear?"

"Yes! As long as you don’t pick foreign songs, Qingqing knows them all."

"That impressive? You’re not kidding your brother, are you?" Lin Zifeng teased.

"No, I’m serious. These years, since I can’t see, I’ve fallen in love with listening to songs. When I’m feeling down, I choose a few of my favorite songs to listen to, and after listening for a while, I’ve learned how to sing them myself."

"Then sing a couple for me to listen to."

"Okay, okay, brother, what do you want to hear?" Lin Chuqing squinted her eyes, shaped like crescent moons, seemingly eager to sing for him.

"Whatever you want, sing what you’re best at. I’m all ears."

"Then I’ll sing my best song, ’It’s a Pity the Bride Isn’t Me.’ How about that?" Lin Chuqing asked.

"The Bride Isn’t Me? How did you come to think of that song?" Lin Zifeng was a bit downcast. That song seemed to be from a singer who once struggled in the north. Having suffered from a broken heart, that singer had created this song, which had become wildly popular across the country. Its subtle sense of sorrow had truly captivated many a wounded heart.