Chapter 134: I'll agree to everything you say (Special bonus chapter for Feng Li's girlfriend)

Guan Erchen spent a long time stuttering "y-y-you" without managing to utter a complete sentence. I initially thought she had been angered to the point of speechlessness, but to my surprise, she suddenly struck out with a movement that was steady, precise, and ruthless. Luo Ange was forced to retaliate while simultaneously trying to protect me, which made things rather difficult for him.

She chuckled heartily and said, "You little brat, back when I was making my way in the world, you were still nursing at your mother's breast."

Luo Ange pleaded for mercy, "Alright, alright, can't you show me a little respect in front of my wife? Would it kill you?"

She acted like a spoiled child, tossing out a pout: "I can show you respect, provided the two of you take me out for a meal. I refuse to stay here and deal with a bunch of senile old men."

Once we got into the car, she patted me on the shoulder and said, "Lanshan, my dear, I believe you still haven't addressed me properly."

I felt a bit awkward and shy before finally speaking up: "Little Aunt."

She responded with a sweet, bright tone: "Oh, what a good girl."

Luo Ange rolled his eyes and muttered, "My Little Aunt is a complete lunatic when she gets going. In reality, she's about the same age as I am. My grandparents had her late in life, and they treasured her like she was the sun, moon, and stars combined."

I offered a sincere compliment: "No wonder Little Aunt doesn't have a single wrinkle on her face."

She was overjoyed at this, cupping her cheeks with her hands: "Really? Really? Are there really no wrinkles?"

I nodded in confirmation, prompting Young Master Luo to add a sharp parting shot: "An old witch naturally wouldn't have any wrinkles."

"You little punk."

The two of them began bickering back and forth. Sitting right beside them, listening to a chaotic mix of Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Russian, and Arabic flying through the air, my head felt as though it was about to split open from the sheer noise.

We went to eat Japanese cuisine. Guan Erchen’s capacity for alcohol was explosively high, and we found ourselves kindred spirits immediately—so much so that we felt like kicking Luo Ange aside and sitting together to discuss heroes over warming wine until dawn broke.

She told me that she ran an inn in Lijiang. The moment she mentioned the inn's name, something clicked in my memory. I took a sip of wine, slapped the table, and laughed: "You're telling me your inn is called *Shattered Dawn*? What an incredible coincidence! Several years ago, when I traveled to Lijiang, I stayed at that exact inn. I remember being on the top floor. There was a torrential rainstorm one night, the power went out, and I actually ended up saving a man's life."

A hand wrapped around my waist, and a certain someone's jealous voice sounded right beside my ear: "What man?"

I pushed him away and continued drinking with Guan Erchen, who also seemed thoroughly intrigued. She urged me: "Oh? Do tell."

Feeling a bit fuzzy from the alcohol, I gathered my thoughts and spoke slowly: "It must have been about five years ago. I went to Lijiang and Dali, and stayed at *Shattered Dawn*. In the middle of the night, a violent storm broke out and the power failed. The attendant mentioned that a man had collapsed on the fifth floor and asked if there was a doctor present."

She interrupted me: "Were you a doctor?"

I shook my head: "I wasn't, but my grandmother was, and I had learned some basic emergency first-aid techniques from her."

Her eyes lit up like bright stars: "And then?"

I pushed away Luo Ange's mischievous hands and smiled: "Then I went down there and used the first-aid methods my grandmother taught me to revive the man."

She giggled softly: "What did that man look like? After he woke up, did he offer to pledge his entire life to you in gratitude?"

I spat playfully three times: "It was pitch black, so I didn't get a good look at him at all."

Luo Ange leaned in close with a cheeky grin, whispering a secret code to me: "Don't worry, I'm having a midnight feast tonight."

We lingered over the meal past midnight. Guan Erchen was slightly tipsy, but I was completely drunk. My memories gradually blurred, and all I could recall was Zhou Yang coming to pick up Guan Erchen, followed by Luo Ange holding me in his arms and telling me we were going home.

Once we got into the car, this scoundrel started roaming all over my body with his hands. Being thoroughly drunk, I had zero strength left. After struggling a few feeble times and realizing I was no match for him, I simply resigned myself to his mercy.

The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity. He finally pulled back, though only to ask me: "Little thing, do you still dare to say you were in the wrong?"

Looking pitiful, I tugged at his button: "I don't dare anymore... I was just afraid that you didn't want me anymore, weren't I? Luo Ange, you don't understand—you are the light in the heavens, while I am nothing at all. I have so little sense of security... Luo Ange, will you ever stop wanting me one day?"

With unsteady breaths, he bit down on my collarbone, then bit me again here and there, setting fires everywhere. Combined with the lingering effects of the alcohol and the emotional turbulence, I clutched at him, completely unaware of how agonizingly seductive my appearance was to him: "Luo Ange, take good care of me tonight when we get back, okay?"

He answered with a muffled nod: "Alright."

"Will you marry me when I graduate?"

"Alright."

"Will you have children with me after I graduate?"

"Alright, whatever you wish."

Upon returning to the hospital, I fell asleep immediately, though I vaguely heard two people speaking in English. The tone started out quite peaceful, but as they continued, it seemed to escalate into an argument.

Thinking I was merely dreaming, I rolled over and went back to sleep until I suddenly felt a parched thirst.

Someone fed me water, and after finishing it, I announced that I was hungry, prompting someone to feed me food.

I bolted upright and hugged Luo Ange, suddenly recalling a sentence I had seen somewhere: What is a lover? A lover is someone who pours water for you when you are thirsty, cooks for you when you are hungry, tucks you into bed when you are cold, brings you medicine when you are sick, and delivers an umbrella when it rains.

Luo Ange sat by my side the entire time, watching me eat. From time to time, he fed me water, patted my back, wiped my mouth, and reminded me not to choke.

When I tried to feed him a bite, he shook his head: "I'm not eating that. I want to eat you instead."

He said it with a completely straight face, while my heart pounded with alarm. His body hadn't fully recovered yet; I clearly remembered the fair-haired, blue-eyed foreign doctor making a very subtle warning about avoiding strenuous physical activity.

After finishing the meal, I pushed my hands out: "Luo Ange, we need to talk."

He cleaned up the mess of empty cups and plates, sat cross-legged in front of me, his peach-blossom eyes shimmering with a brilliant, pearl-like luster: "What do you want to talk about?"

"From now on, we should maintain an appropriate distance. Let's not see each other every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. That's the only way to keep our romance fresh."

He let out a hum and flicked my ear: "And then?"

I said gently, "I don't want people saying I'm not good enough for you, nor do I want them claiming I'm only after your money. I want to rely on my own efforts to close the gap between us. I want a day when I can stand proudly beside you instead of hiding under your protection. But I promise you, I'll be very, very good from now on. I won't make you angry, and I won't listen to what other people say—I will only believe that you love me. Tell me, is that alright?"

His eyes shone brightly as he gazed at me. After a few silent seconds, he gently pulled me into a hug: "You fool, why didn't you tell me these things earlier?"

My nose began to sting with unshed tears: "Because back then, I couldn't be sure whether you truly loved me. I discovered that the bronze walls and iron bastards I had worked so hard to build up inside my heart—even if they could withstand the swords and blades of the outside world—were completely defenseless against you. Actually, when Xia Qi had her accident, I tried calling you, but they told me you were in a conference. Xibao's matter was so important; how could I have been so selfish? When my father beat me and cursed me as shameless and disgraceful, I wasn't hurt at all—after all, I was already used to it. But when he claimed that you were merely toying with my feelings, I was heartbroken. Afterward, I asked myself: did you perhaps never love me at all?"

He held me tightly as we lay back down: "You silly girl, do you know the answer now?"

I nodded: "Luo Ange, no matter what happens in the future, we must always be completely honest with each other, okay? You have no idea how terrified I am of losing you ever again."

He gently patted my back: "Alright, I promise."

I discovered that speaking one's mind is actually much better than hiding and keeping secrets. At worst, clearing the air leads to a major argument, which is still infinitely better than mutual suspicion. So many romantic relationships that start out with a burning, desperate passion end up dying slow deaths in a swamp of doubt.

I bravely admitted that I loved him, bravely opening my heart for him to see. I trusted that he could feel my devotion, and I believed that he would walk this entire path of life by my side.

The next morning, while Luo Ange lay in bed receiving an intravenous drip, I curled up on the sofa reading a book. My phone chimed with a text message—business had arrived.

Rubbing my hands together in anticipation, I opened my email using Luo Ange's laptop, sat down on the balcony recliner, and began earning money.

Ever since entering university, I had made a considerable sum through translation work. Sometimes, when things got busy, I would pull all-nighters; other times, I would proofread a single translation manuscript several times over to ensure not a single flaw remained. Because of this, my reputation in the translation industry was fairly solid, and I never lacked for clients.

During my recent period of injury, I had hung out a "Closed for Business" sign, meaning I hadn't taken on any work for over two months.

Right in the middle of a translation, I received a call from Guan Erchen inviting me out for tea. When I told her I was busy, she simply invited herself over, navigated the hospital corridors with the ease of a regular, and threw herself lazily onto the balcony lounger to enjoy the scenery.

Perhaps because I remained buried in my translation and ignored her for too long, she started searching for anything to talk about: "Yi Lanshan, that punk has more money than he knows what to do with. Why are you working yourself to the bone like this?"

I smiled helplessly and explained the situation to her. She shot me a look of disdain: "How utterly pretentious! Aren't you just asking for unnecessary suffering?"

Coming from a privileged background where everyone she associated with matched her social status, a young lady like her naturally couldn't understand the faint, lingering trace of self-doubt hidden deep inside the heart of a girl from an ordinary, humble family.

By afternoon, I finally finished the second review of the manuscript. Guan Erchen, long since bored out of her mind, coaxed me into going to the pedestrian street for a manicure.

I didn't want to go, but she possessed that uncanny ability to make your mouth say no while your feet followed right behind her anyway, as if under some sort of spell.

Luo Ange happened to be due for a medical checkup. Knowing his Little Aunt's temperament all too well, he simply instructed me to be careful and stay safe.

After finishing our manicures, we went for dinner at Juze Xuan, a well-known restaurant near the pedestrian street. As the streetlights flickered on, Guan Erchen led me darting into a pulsing, neon-lit bar like a seasoned regular.

The hazy, shifting lights, the swaying silhouettes of people, and the deafening music were accompanied by the muffled roars and screams of the crowd. On stage, two sultry women were performing a pole dance, twisting their bodies like water snakes.

Subconsciously, I detested places like this—especially given the two terrifying incidents I had previously encountered in bars. I couldn't possibly expect to be lucky enough to run into Zheng Nanfang every single time.

Guan Erchen seemed wild and unrestrained, so I asked Ah Yun, who had been tailing us the entire time, to keep a close eye on her.

However, the music inside was far too loud for Guan Erchen to hear me. In a state of high excitement, she grabbed Ah Yun and demanded that he go buy her a specific brand of women's cigarettes.

Ah Yun looked at me with a troubled expression. Guan Erchen immediately began making a fuss, acting as though she might throw herself onto the floor and throw a tantrum, so I waved my hand to tell Ah Yun to go buy them.

A handsome young man who appeared to recognize Guan Erchen politely guided us through the densely packed crowd to a table laden with a colorful assortment of cocktails.

She whispered a few words into the young man's ear. He nodded and left, returning shortly afterward with a psychedelic, rainbow-hued cocktail, which he placed carefully before me.

Guan Erchen grabbed me by the shoulders and shouted over the noise: "That punk keeps you on too tight a leash. Today, your Little Aunt is taking you out to broaden your horizons. Drink up."

Our table was relatively close to the stage—prime real estate in the bar—and I could clearly see the glittering navel ring on the stomach of the pole dancer.

I didn't touch the drink. Guan Erchen narrowed her phoenix eyes and glared at me: "What? Are you even going to disobey your Little Aunt now? Do you really think I'm going to sell you off?"