Chapter Fourteen
Just as Lin Feng finished counting the money, the sound of banging from the bed suddenly stopped. The guest lay on the bed, turning their flushed face to the side, a look of happiness written all over it.
“Hurry up.”
Lin Feng put the money into the bag and rested his head on the armrest of the sofa. The guest was still lost in a blissful dream, rolling over onto their back, mumbling in their sleep. From the content of the sleep talking, Lin Feng could guess what kind of beautiful dream they were having.
“Baby, you’re so tight… Baby, your tongue… good… good… umm… umm…”
Lin Feng took out the prepared earplugs and stuffed them into his ears.
The guest took out a mobile phone, expressionless. Instead of using various social media that could expose her identity, she was playing a game.
After a while, the guest finally settled down on the bed. He twitched occasionally like a fish on the verge of death.
At that moment, Lin Feng pulled the earplugs out of his ears and heard the guest say:
“It’s okay, I won’t let you and your daughter suffer anymore… I’ll treat her like my own daughter, even if she doesn’t acknowledge me as her dad… as long as you’re not burdened.”
Much worse than the sweet nothings I’ve said.
While playing on the phone, Lin Feng scoffed inwardly.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the night was deep, and the lights only poked through the endless dark curtain, limited by city regulations on nighttime brightness. But the Pearl Tower, as a landmark, was not subject to these restrictions; it seemed lonely under the night sky.
Listening to the guest’s “persuasion” to “be good” segment, Lin Feng inexplicably recalled a memory from a vague past, when a guest had also tried to “persuade” her. She had relished the guest’s attempts, knowing that such playfulness could bring in real cash in sympathy.
That guest had pulled out particularly large sums of money, as if he had also revealed his genuine feelings. That time was quite profitable. It was also on that occasion that she almost exposed her home address—she was too greedy.
Thinking of the terrible situation brought on by that greed, Lin Feng patted the bulging bag of money—this was already enough.
Lin Feng took out a friend card from the bag, also grabbing some paper and a pen, writing in Xiujuan’s handwriting. The first part conveyed that she was special, exceptional, kind, and sincere; she was unique, a great person, and it moved her deeply.
The second part conveyed that she was too deeply entangled, apologizing and expressing that she didn’t want to drag the other person down, suggesting that they should keep their distance in the future, stating she would try to live a normal life (which meant she could enjoy some free time again).
After finishing, Lin Feng placed the paper on the nightstand, took back the friend card, ran her fingers through her hair, which had dried and turned silver again. She felt the bag, where there was still half a bottle of dye; after she dyed her hair, she walked out of the bar door, feeling an uneasy sensation.
It felt as though she was being watched, which made her skin crawl.
Lin Feng did not dismiss this feeling. Although since the demon king Ji Ma had left, her extraordinary powers had faded and many weak witches had lost their strength, she still retained a bit of extraordinary ability and trusted her instincts.
She opened her bag and rummaged through it until she grasped her amulet. Now Lin Feng was grateful she had chosen a small backpack; it was just big enough to hold what she needed.
She walked alone out of the hotel in the middle of the night, leaving the bright golden door behind, and as she reached the roadside, a somewhat familiar voice came from behind: “Lin Feng.”
Lin Feng instinctively turned her head. The smile she usually wore vanished immediately upon seeing the visitor: a middle-aged man with purple bags under his eyes, reeking of smoke, donned in leather shoes.
Lin Feng took a step back and asked, “Who are you?”
“Forgot me already?”
The middle-aged man gave a grim smile: “You said you were sick and scammed me out of a million.”
As he spoke, he moved closer to Lin Feng.
Now Lin Feng remembered—he was the guest she had just been reminiscing about, a small business owner who had made some money.
Lin Feng was quite familiar with these small business owners. Once they made money, their ego inflated, making them crave respect and flattery from others. Upon coming back to reality, once they looked around and saw no cheers or applause, it was a different story altogether.
Lin Feng and her coworkers did not mind putting on a show for these men in terms of cash flow.
“That’s just a pure loss,” Lin Feng had already calculated, advising him not to send money on holidays like Valentine’s Day, nor on numbers like 13 or 14 that signify love. “Don’t come any closer! One more step and I’ll call the police!”
He took a few quick steps: “Go ahead and report me!”
Lin Feng suddenly pulled out a baton from her backpack, swinging it with a flick; she firmly held the one-meter-long metal baton, raising it on her shoulder, looking like a hero:
“If you touch me again! I’ll call for help!”
Behind her was a road, and in less than a minute, a car slowly pulled up beside the road, rolling down its window to observe the situation, ready to help.
Lin Feng threatened, “Back off!”
The middle-aged man regained some rationality, stepping back, saying, “Pay me back.”
“I don’t have any money,” Lin Feng replied. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t return it; I have a child to raise.”
“Lin Ji, right?” The middle-aged man glared at Lin Feng, dressed in ragged clothes, as if saying, “Even a kid you don’t want to raise.”
Lin Feng felt a chill in her heart; her home address had indeed been exposed.
Not far away, a security guard approached, glancing at the two and then pointing at the unarmed middle-aged man from a distance, shouting, “Hey! What are you doing over there?”
The middle-aged man took a step back and said, “If possible, my previous words still count.”
Lin Feng’s big eyes swept up and down the middle-aged man under the streetlight, her face unable to hide the disgust and disdain: “Just you?”
Although it was just two words, the contempt in her tone was sharp.
“You!” The middle-aged man’s face flushed as red as a liver.
The security guard came over to ask what happened. The middle-aged man pointed at Lin Feng, accusing her of being a prostitute. Lin Feng didn’t refute but simply put the baton back in her bag.
Then, the security guard threatened to take him to the police station. Infuriated and distressed, the middle-aged man had an argument with Lin Feng as she disgustedly furrowed her brow, ultimately driving him away.
After apologizing to the security guard, Lin Feng went to the bank to withdraw money using the friend card, personally returned the card, and placed it under the paper.
On the way back in a taxi, she pondered. According to current laws, this former guest couldn’t harm her, but Lin Feng still did not let her guard down.
Because by legal standards, she couldn’t completely eliminate the threat posed by the guest.
She returned home in the early morning, and the next day she briefed Lin Ji on the situation. Successfully, she arranged for them to carpool to school together, then told Lin Ji that they would sleep together at night from now on.
Lin Ji was very happy, laughing joyfully.
Thinking that at this very moment, there might be an angry man outside watching her made Lin Feng feel a pang of guilt, and she said:
“Lin Ji, you must be alert when meeting unfamiliar men; I have some enemies who might target you.”
Lin Ji nodded, “Okay, Mom.”
“Don’t call me Mom.”
Lin Feng casually replied, “Alright, when we get home tonight, check your phone to see what clothes you want, and just let me know; anything under ten thousand is fine.”
Lin Ji happily exclaimed, “Yay, Mom!”
