163. You Might Have Misunderstood

Meng Mingfeng felt immense envy, yet dared not get too close.

I was afraid of disturbing the car owner.

"Does this car owner own a house here?"

As he was lost in thought, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Immediately, Meng Mingfeng frantically took it out and then hurriedly hung up.

Looking up, the Cullinan in front of me had fallen silent.

The car door opened, and a tall figure stepped out.

"Oh, it's you?"

Meng Mingfeng stared blankly at the familiar figure that appeared before him, his mind buzzing as he recalled, "It's... it's Brother Zhang! So it was you."

He hurriedly reached for his cigarette, looking somewhat flustered.

I never expected to run into his sister's classmate again, especially in such a setting.

Driving Cullinan BB, he's definitely someone who can afford to spend 15 million on renovations.

"I'll do it." Zhang Yang casually took out a cigarette, looked at Meng Mingfeng who was all smiles, and handed him a cigarette.

Meng Mingfeng hurriedly accepted it, feeling flattered.

"Brother Zhang, this Cullinan truly matches your style."

"You really know how to talk." Zhang Yang chuckled, thinking to himself that Meng Mingfeng, as expected of a self-made small business owner, had a good eye for talent. "However, the timing of our meeting seems a bit too coincidental, doesn't it?"

"I was just delivering materials to a client's house, I didn't mean to disturb you, Brother Zhang..." Meng Mingfeng was about to explain.

The side door of the Cullinan opened.

Lin Jingmin gently tidied her long hair and skirt before getting out of the car, her eyes still carrying an indescribable, alluring charm.

She stood with her arms crossed, giving Meng Mingfeng a quick glance.

"Ah, this, this..." Meng Mingfeng stared at Lin Jingmin's flushed cheeks and stammered, "It's, it's Xiaomin."

"Mr. Meng, please call me by my name." Lin Jingmin stood next to Zhang Yang and said in a calm tone.

Meng Mingfeng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and was instantly disheartened.

"You get in the car first," Zhang Yang glanced at Lin Jingmin and gestured.

Lin Jingmin nodded obediently and got back into the Cullinan.

Zhang Yang stepped forward, patted Meng Mingfeng on the shoulder, and said, "I have something to do, so I'll be going now. See you another day."

Meng Mingfeng snapped out of his daze, nodding mechanically, unsure of what to say.

Zhang Yang didn't take it seriously and turned around to get into the car.

A short while later, the Cullinan slowly drove away from where it stood and disappeared into the distance.

Meng Mingfeng stood there, staring blankly at the departing car, his fists clenched tightly, then suddenly relaxed weakly.

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As Zhang Yang drove, he glanced in the rearview mirror at Meng Mingfeng stood motionless like a statue.

"Why did you get off the bus so easily? Didn't you know how to save face for others?"

He glanced at Lin Jingmin in the passenger seat and asked, amused.

"If I don't get out of the car, it'll make me look guilty," Lin Jingmin said softly, observing Zhang Yang's expression. "I'm not afraid of him finding out."

Zhang Yang smiled but said nothing.

It seems like this designer, Kobayashi, is saying this to himself.

"Hey... I'm hungry, let's go eat first?" Lin Jingmin suddenly said to Zhang Yang.

"You're already tired of all this?" Zhang Yang asked, somewhat surprised.

"You think everyone is you, never getting tired?" Lin Jingmin blushed and retorted playfully.

Zhang Yang smiled upon hearing this and casually slapped Lin Jingmin's leg.

"I thought you had just finished eating."

"Nonsense." Lin Jingmin spat lightly.

In the evening, Zhang Yang found a Chaozhou hot pot restaurant nearby. The two sat by the window, enjoying hot pot while chatting.

"By the way, you also have businesses in Magic City?" Lin Jingmin asked with some curiosity.

"Yes, there is." Zhang Yang was blanching some tender yellow beef and dipping it in satay sauce.

"Is it as big as the ones here in Yinghai...?" Lin Jingmin asked tentatively, her eyes blinking.

"Bigger? Much bigger." Zhang Yang laughed. "What, you want to find out more about me?"

As he spoke, he looked up at Lin Jingmin, who was resting her chin on her hand, her eyes fixed intently on him. On a whim, he reached out and pinched the designer's cheek.

"No, I was just asking." Lin Jingmin obediently let Zhang Yang pinch her face. "Ouch... be gentle. Do you want to see if my face is the original? I haven't had any work done on my face."

"I've finished making it." Zhang Yang smiled and withdrew his hand. "By the way, is your place convenient tonight? I'm too lazy to go home or go to a hotel."

Lin Jingmin looked up blankly, then suddenly blurted out a sentence.

"Did I take in my homeless crush?"

Zhang Yang was stunned.

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The two returned home in the middle of the night.

In the middle of the night, downstairs in Lin Jingmin's apartment complex, Lin Jingmin got out of the car and looked up at the lights of her own house for a long time.

"My parents go to bed early, so let's be quiet later."

"I know, you seem a little nervous?" Zhang Yang looked at Lin Jingmin.

This designer, Kobayashi, looks a bit cautious, much like a teenager who does something wrong for the first time due to rebellion during their school years.

"No way!" Lin Jingmin clung to Zhang Yang's arm, her voice slightly pleading. "My parents never open my bedroom door in the morning, so... just be quiet."

"I understand." Zhang Yang also felt a sense of excitement.

Honestly, the feeling of secretly doing something naughty behind someone's parents' back is way more interesting than just having a proper hotel room date.

A moment later, the two quietly walked into the stairwell and took the elevator.

At her doorstep, Lin Jingmin gave a soft sigh, listened intently to the door for a while, then took out her key and quietly opened the door.

The house was pitch black, with only one room's door letting in light.

"Come in," Lin Jingmin said, pulling Zhang Yang along in a low voice.

Zhang Yang nodded and went inside.

Although the lights were off, the house looked spacious, and with the help of the night lights outside, you could vaguely see the stylish decor inside.

"Come into my room." Lin Jingmin tiptoed over to turn on the room light, then turned back and waved to Zhang Yang.

A moment later, the door closed.

Lin Jingmin leaned against the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

"You're acting like a thief even in your own home," Zhang Yang said with amusement, glancing around the room as he did so.

Yes, girls' rooms always seem to have something in common.

Lin Jingmin's room was decorated in a warm and stylish manner, just like her, exuding an intellectual beauty.

As soon as I turned around, a hot face with slightly closed eyes came close to me.

"Kiss me," Lin Jingmin murmured, tilting her head back.

Zhang Yang was taken aback. Just a moment ago, he was saying that Lin Jingmin was being very cautious, so how come she's suddenly become so unrestrained as soon as she entered the room?

But to be fair, at this moment, in this situation, listening to the faint voices from the next room, he did indeed feel a thrill that was almost like having an affair.

I can't wait any longer.

Zhang Yang immediately forgot everything else, hugged the designer Xiao Lin, and threw himself into it.

Late at night, early morning.

The room next door.

Lin's mother got up to use the bathroom during the night. In the room behind her, Old Lin was snoring loudly.

"I'm not even fifty years old, and my hearing is already failing me?"

Lin's mother muttered to herself, vaguely sensing that she heard crying coming from her daughter's room.

She cried in a very suppressed and miserable way.

She was wearing slippers when she approached the door, trying to listen carefully, which inevitably made the sound of her slippers dangling as she walked.

Instantly, all the sounds in the room ceased, leaving only Old Lin's continuous snoring.

"My ears are probably really not working properly anymore."

Lin's mother shook her head, feeling a sense of crisis about her age for the first time.

Early the next morning.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes, feeling refreshed.

Designer Kobayashi was still wrapped around her chest; she was so soft and limp that she felt like she had no bones when you hugged her.

"You must be awake." Zhang Yang smiled as he looked at Lin Jingmin, whose eyelashes trembled a few times.

Lin Jingmin couldn't hold back her laughter; even with her eyes closed, she couldn't suppress the smile.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you." She opened her eyes and snuggled gently into Zhang Yang's arms.

"Your heart doesn't beat that fast when you're asleep." Zhang Yang casually removed his hand and shifted to a more comfortable sleeping position. "Your parents seem to be up. What time do they leave for work?"

Just one door away, Zhang Yang could clearly hear footsteps in the living room and the sound of the range hood in the kitchen.

"Almost there, almost there. I estimate about twenty more minutes," Lin Jingmin whispered, pressing her ear to Zhang Yang's chest to listen to his strong, powerful heartbeat.

"Okay." Zhang Yang glanced at the time, then at the morning light streaming through the window, and let out a soft sigh of relief.

I actually have some things to do today, like picking up my car.

By the way, give his dad, Zhang Zhaohai, a big surprise.

Oh, and he also brought back that Vacheron Constantin with him this time; watches and cars are different.

If a car becomes used, its value will decrease.

However, some watches are passed down through the ages. For example, Patek Philippe's classic advertising slogan is. "No one can truly own Patek Philippe; they are merely its guardians for future generations."

His first watch, Vacheron Constantin worth 700,000 yuan, wasn't worn for long, so giving it to his father was a perfect gift.

By then, Dad will be in Yinghai, driving Maybach, wearing Vacheron Constantin worth 700,000 yuan, owning a restaurant, and having tens of millions of yuan in cash. Oh, and there's also that villa that cost 15 million yuan to renovate in the future.

Even if his son no longer intervenes.

My parents could live a life of luxury in Yinghai, the envy of everyone.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

The commotion outside subsided with the sound of a door closing, and then everything returned to calm.

"My parents went out," Lin Jingmin said quietly, blinking her eyes.

"Then I have to get up." Zhang Yang got up, drew back the curtains, and his perfect figure was on full display in the morning light.

Behind her, Lin Jingmin huddled under the blanket, secretly gazing at the invincible body with its clearly defined lines, her face burning with embarrassment.

A moment later, the door opened.

Lin Jingmin carefully found a new toothbrush and a new water cup, and then ran to the kitchen to see what her parents had made that morning.

"I only cooked porridge, I'll go out and buy you some more."

After washing up, Lin Jingmin busied herself putting on her shoes, preparing to go out to buy breakfast for Zhang Yang.

"Don't bother, just eat whatever's available," Zhang Yang said with a smile, wondering if he was acting like he was some kind of otherworldly being.

"Please sit down, it's alright, I'm just downstairs." Lin Jingmin tiptoed up to hug her. "Wait for me a moment, I'll be right back."

Since she said that, Zhang Yang had no choice but to sit down.

A moment later, the door closed, and Lin Jingmin went out.

After all, we are in someone else's home, so we should still show proper manners and etiquette.

Zhang Yang didn't wander around aimlessly; he just stood on the balcony in the living room for a while and looked at the scenery downstairs.

Lin Jingmin's neighborhood is in a pretty good location. There's a community park not far in front of it, and from this angle, it looks lush and vibrant.

Because it was the height of summer, many elderly people were already up early in the morning doing their morning exercises and taking walks. Along the roadside, you could also see breakfast stalls surrounded by office workers.

Standing in the residential area, surrounded by the warmth and everyday life, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

Behind me, I heard the sound of a door opening.

"So fast?" Zhang Yang muttered, turning to go back to the living room. "What did you buy?"

He glanced at the open door and went to greet them.

Then, the door opened.

Outside the door stood a middle-aged woman who looked hurried.

Upon seeing Zhang Yang, her expression instantly turned to astonishment.

Their eyes met, and the surroundings fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

"You, you, you..." The middle-aged woman held up her finger, her words slurred.

Zhang Yang was in a real bind.

It's obvious without even thinking that this must be Lin Jingmin's mother; she must have had to turn back midway because of some reason.

"Are you Auntie? I'm Lin Jingmin's friend." Zhang Yang had no choice but to introduce himself.

He appeared relaxed and showed no signs of nervousness.

"Xiaomin's friend?" Lin's mother was still in a state of shock.

Hearing those words, I slowly came to my senses, and then my mind suddenly cleared.

The cause and effect instantly connected in my mind.

"This girl! She's incredibly audacious!" At this moment, she understood perfectly well that Lin Jingmin must have secretly brought a boy home last night to spend the night. Knowing her daughter as she did, she would never have even considered such a thing.

She wanted to vent her anger and give this boy a hard time.

But... looking at this tall, handsome guy with thin lips and a straight nose, who seemed like a dragon among men, I don't know why, but I just couldn't get angry at all.

"You silly child, sit down. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" She immediately softened her tone.

"Auntie, um... Xiaomin, she went downstairs to buy it." Zhang Yang had no choice but to explain.

Just then, there was another noise coming from the door behind them.

"I bought it, let's eat it while it's hot." Lin Jingmin smiled and closed the door behind her, then her expression froze. "Mom! Why are you back?!"

"Hmph! I'll settle the score with you later." Lin's mother glared at Lin Jingmin, then smiled at Zhang Yang. "No rush, sit down and eat slowly. Auntie just came back to get something."

She went into the room, retrieved her things, and returned to the living room.

"Mom, aren't you in a hurry to go to work?" Lin Jingmin asked, seeing her dear mother's slow pace, knowing she was dawdling.

"What's the rush? The office isn't busy this morning anyway," Lin's mother said, glancing at Lin Jingmin.

"Alright then," Lin Jingmin muttered, unable to persuade her mother otherwise.

Zhang Yang hurriedly ate his breakfast, feeling that he might not be able to stay any longer.

In no time, I quickly finished my breakfast.

"Well... I've finished breakfast, Auntie. I have something to do, so I'll head out now," Zhang Yang said, putting down his chopsticks.

"Are you leaving already? Would you like to stay a little longer?" Seeing this, Lin's mother, who had been secretly observing Zhang Yang, quickly and politely tried to persuade him to stay.

"No, no, maybe next time. I'll come visit again next time," Zhang Yang said.

"Then... then I'll see you off." Lin Jingmin quickly got up after seeing this.

A moment later, the two left, while Lin's mother sat at home, gathering her emotions and waiting for their return.

"That girl, when she gets back later, we'll have to teach her a lesson."

After a while, the door opened, and Lin Jingmin opened it quietly, like a child who had done something wrong.

"What are you waiting for? Come, sit here with me, and have a good talk with your mother. Tell her what happened." Lin's mother pretended to be serious.

"Tell me how you managed to keep your boyfriend a secret from your parents, and even brought him home to spend the night."

Although she appeared calm, Lin Jingmin, as her daughter, knew her mother all too well. She knew that her mother wasn't actually angry; she was just waiting for an explanation.

"Mom, you might... you might have misunderstood something," Lin Jingmin stammered, unsure how to begin.

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? Misunderstanding that you and that person are innocent, that you just let someone stay overnight?" Lin's mother laughed in exasperation, thinking that this girl was incredibly stubborn.

"He... he's not my boyfriend," Lin Jingmin whispered.

"What!" Lin's mother stood up abruptly, her voice rising sharply, "What do you mean?"