Xiao Feng strolled through the nighttime streets of Jiangcheng with his hands in his pockets.
Under the streetlights, his silhouette appeared particularly solitary, looking out of place amidst the surrounding clamor.
He had refused Han Lengyue's offer to take him back to the bar, because during the day he suddenly remembered something...
"The old man said he bought me a villa, seems to be around here," Xiao Feng muttered to himself.
This happened several years ago when Xiao Feng was overseas, so he didn't pay much attention at the time, only vaguely remembering such a thing. If he hadn't passed by here today on the way to the underground boxing arena, he probably still wouldn't have remembered.
After recalling this matter, Xiao Feng decided to check out the villa, after all, given the skyrocketing house prices nowadays, a villa is not cheap, and leaving it empty doesn't seem right.
With his extraordinary memory, Xiao Feng recalled the address the old man had given him: Brocade Manor Villa No. 8.
Half an hour later, Xiao Feng stood stunned outside Villa No. 8.
Through the iron gate, he could clearly see the villa was brightly lit, and the yard was also very clean, not like it had been uninhabited for years.
However, Xiao Feng didn't think too much, simply assuming that the old man had found someone to house-sit for him, and reached out to press the doorbell beside the iron gate.
"Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!"
After three rings, nobody came out of the villa, and Xiao Feng started to become a bit displeased. Wasn't this house-sitter being a bit irresponsible?
He rang the doorbell again, but after waiting quite a while, still no one came out.
Xiao Feng reached out and pushed the door, discovering it was unlocked. As he walked in, he looked around at the flowers and plants in the small yard, nodding in satisfaction now and then.
He walked up the steps and opened the door leading into the villa, stepping inside to find a spacious living room before him.
Xiao Feng plopped himself down on the sofa, looking at the oil paintings on the wall, and laughed, "The old man has good taste, this décor is quite classy."
As he was speaking, footsteps came from the direction of the staircase. Following the sound, Xiao Feng saw a pink cat-head slipper appear in his view.
At the sight of this slipper, Xiao Feng couldn't help but exclaim, "What the heck!"
Previously, he assumed it was an old man house-sitting, but now it was clearly not the case—what kind of old man would wear such girlish slippers?
Soon, Xiao Feng was certain that it wasn't an old man living in the villa: the half-exposed slender white leg was the best evidence.
In the next moment, a woman wearing a bathrobe, drying her hair with a towel, walked downstairs.
Xiao Feng was stunned. The woman's face was fair, with a cascade of jet-black hair flowing over her shoulders like a waterfall, her eyebrows arched, her nose high and straight, and those petal-like pink lips—they were beyond what the word "stunning" could describe.
And when the woman saw Xiao Feng sitting on the sofa, her hair-drying motion paused, and after a moment her eyes widened, "You little thief, daring to steal from my house? You must not know who I, Song Keren, am!"
As she spoke, Song Keren took two steps forward and delivered a flying kick.
Xiao Feng was shocked, never expecting Song Keren would move to attack without hesitation. However, since she was wearing a bathrobe, her underwear was exposed as she moved.
"Black, with lace trim," Xiao Feng muttered dumbfoundedly.
"Shameless!" Song Keren's face turned red with anger, and the force of her kick immediately increased.
Yet unexpectedly, Xiao Feng grabbed her ankle and chuckled, "Not bad skills, have you trained? Who are you calling a thief? I'm the owner of this villa; you must be the house-sitter the old man found, right? Don't worry, even if I'm back, I won't kick you out. In such a big house, what's one more person?"
In his heart, he thought it would be a splendid thing to live under the same roof with such a breathtaking beauty!
Thinking of this, Xiao Feng almost wanted to fly overseas immediately to find the old man and give him a big hug and kiss.
To gift a villa is one thing, but to also include such a top-class beauty—what a generous act!
"..." Song Keren, both anxious and angry, was bewildered about what this guy was saying. She was clearly the owner of this house; how did she become a house-sitter?
"Let go of me!" Song Keren cried out, trying to pull back her kicked-out foot, yet despite repeated effort, she couldn't break free.
Xiao Feng laughed, "I'm telling you the truth; if you don't believe me, I'll call the old man and let him tell you."
Saying that, without waiting for Song Keren's reaction, he took out his phone and dialed the old man overseas. It was nighttime domestically, so it should be morning there.
Even though the call went through, Xiao Feng didn't let go, still holding onto Song Keren's ankle.
Once connected, Xiao Feng immediately said, "Old man, didn't you say you bought a villa for me at Brocade Manor? I'm at Villa No. 8 now. Quickly give a heads-up to the house-sitter beauty here."
There was silence at the other end of the line for several seconds before a voice that struck Xiao Feng like a thunderbolt came through, "I was just joking around; you actually believed it."
Oh sh*t!
"Good, very good, just excellent!" Xiao Feng, extremely aggravated, burst out laughing instead, "I'll remember this grudge, you just wait!"
After speaking, he hung up the phone.
The atmosphere in the living room became instantly awkward. After a moment of stupor, Xiao Feng finally snapped back to reality and sheepishly released Song Keren's foot, "A misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"
However, Song Keren had never endured such an affront. This guy not only barged into her house but then wouldn't let go of her foot—this was insane!
Thinking of this, Song Keren quickly dashed to the wall beside the oil painting in the living room, pulled out a handgun from the wall cavity behind the oil painting, disengaged the safety, and aimed it at Xiao Feng with both hands: "Don't move!"
Xiao Feng tensed up immediately. Dodging sniper bullets had been possible because of the distance and reaction time, but at such close range, even if confident he wouldn't be hit in a vital spot, he wouldn't want to take a bullet.
"Don't shoot!" Xiao Feng raised his hands in surrender straightforwardly, "Um…I might have gotten things wrong, but as the saying goes, if we meet by chance, it's meant to be. How about we become friends?"
"You don't know how many years you'd be sentenced for breaking and entering, do you?" Song Keren said coldly, the safety now off.
"Uh…" Xiao Feng was at a loss for words. Although he was a victim of the old man's prank, Song Keren had still been affected.
Thinking it over, Xiao Feng thought it wiser to leave first, but as he considered how to exit, his eyes fixed upon Song Keren's lower body…
Her long, white, beautiful legs were hidden within her bathrobe, peeking through the gaps. But Xiao Feng's focus was not those, it was Song Keren's stance.
It was a posture ready for action.
In other words, she didn't intend to let him go.