Chapter Fifteen: Is This Woman Born in the Year of the Dog?

Chapter Fifteen: Is This Woman Part Dog?

Qi Yufei was annoyed. “Doesn’t your room have a bathroom? Why do you insist on using the one on this floor?”

With a bang, Long Fei slammed the bathroom door shut. Qi Yufei paused, realizing he had a point. She was about to say something else, but inside the bathroom, Long Fei had already begun making a purposeful sound of running water. Qi Yufei’s face flushed even deeper, and not daring to linger, she muttered “little rascal” under her breath and hurried upstairs to her room.

Meanwhile, Long Fei, as he relieved himself, found himself puzzled by another question. Why did the sound she makes when urinating differ so much from his own? Sweat beaded on his forehead—Long Fei truly was an inquisitive young man, curious about everything!

For Qi Yufei, everything returned to normal after that night. The two awkward incidents from yesterday seemed to never have happened. When facing Long Fei, she resumed her graceful, polite, and friendly demeanor.

Ye Qian, however, was quite different. The first thing she did upon waking was to pick a fight with Long Fei. He had only gotten up a minute before her, but she complained that he’d woken up too early and disturbed her rest, leaving Long Fei both amused and exasperated. Clearly, women weren’t creatures of reason. If she wanted trouble, she could find fault with anything—even pick stones out of eggs, not just bones.

Qi Yufei’s breakfast was impressively lavish: freshly fried dough sticks, warm soy milk, golden fried eggs, soft pastries, and fragrant porridge. Long Fei was astonished by her patience—not many could muster such care, and each dish looked meticulously prepared, with color, aroma, and taste all perfectly balanced.

Long Fei ate with gusto, showering praise on the meal. Ye Qian, however, seemed accustomed to it. Seeing Qi Yufei’s gentle smile and her lack of reaction to Long Fei’s compliments, Ye Qian launched another attack.

“Country bumpkin, haven’t you read the Analects? You must have heard elders mention it: ‘Don’t speak while eating, don’t talk while sleeping.’ Don’t you get it? All morning, it’s just your voice. How can anyone eat in peace?”

Long Fei wanted to cry—he’d only praised the food a couple of times, but it was really Ye Qian who’d been talking non-stop. Wasn’t this turning things upside down? Wasn’t this just slapping a hat on him out of nowhere? Absolutely outrageous!

Still, Long Fei didn’t argue with Ye Qian—not just because Qi Yufei had given him a subtle look, but because he knew there would be no outcome. Others might reach some consensus after a debate, but with Ye Qian? That wasn’t debate, it was quarreling. This little witch wasn’t the type to reason—if she insisted eggs were laid by roosters, there’d be nothing you could do about it!

Knowing when to yield is wisdom. As long as it wasn’t a matter of principle, Long Fei couldn’t be bothered to argue with Ye Qian.

His strategy proved wise—by keeping silent, Ye Qian was temporarily powerless, though she kept glaring and provoking him. But Long Fei knew that had no real effect; no matter how sharp her gaze, could it really kill? Maybe he could, but Ye Qian certainly couldn’t.

Qi Yufei, seeing her daughter unable to do anything to Long Fei, couldn’t help but smile. It was like the old saying: a mad dog biting a hedgehog, nowhere to sink its teeth. She chuckled inwardly, but then immediately cursed herself for comparing her daughter to a mad dog.

After breakfast, Ye Qian excitedly returned upstairs. When she came down again, Long Fei was taken aback. She wore a red T-shirt, a black skirt, black stockings, and sneakers. Though her chest remained flat, she radiated youthful vibrancy. The devilish motif on her T-shirt gave Long Fei a powerful visual impact.

She really did look like a little witch, Long Fei muttered to himself.

Ye Qian’s hair was naturally shiny and black, now tied high into a ponytail, swinging as she moved energetically ahead. Paired with her slender legs and pert backside, it stirred something in Long Fei’s heart.

He decided that if he ever had the chance, he would help her—otherwise, he’d always feel a lingering regret.

The bodyguard had already driven Ye Qian’s ride from the garage—a red Ferrari sports car. Its sleek leather lines, cockpit just big enough for two, featured special glass that could retract automatically: cover up in the rain, retract for a convertible when sunny. Perfect for cruising.

Red car, red T-shirt—all highlighted Ye Qian’s passionate, wild nature. Of course, if she had a pair of bursting breasts, it would have been even more explosive.

Qi Yufei followed them out and sternly warned Long Fei not to allow Ye Qian to race. Long Fei immediately nodded in agreement. Qi Yufei then asked him to drive instead, and Long Fei nodded again. Only then did Qi Yufei relax; she knew Ye Qian loved speeding—if she drove, she wouldn’t treat the car like a car, but like a plane.

Ye Qian, who had already settled in the driver’s seat, switched places with Long Fei at her mother’s insistence. She planned to have Long Fei let her drive once they were out, believing he had no reason to refuse—or else he lacked the proper bodyguard awareness.

But Long Fei truly lacked that awareness. No matter how Ye Qian threatened or coaxed, he firmly kept control of the car.

Ye Qian wouldn’t give up so easily; she reached out to grab the steering wheel, startling Long Fei. Was she crazy? He shoved her aside, slammed on the brakes, and stopped by the roadside, ignoring the angry complaints from the cars behind. He stared seriously at Ye Qian. “I warn you—stop acting crazy. You can risk your life, and I can go along with you, but you can’t make others risk theirs with you. Do you know how many people die in car accidents every day? Do you know why accidents happen? Do you know where the next accident will occur?”

Long Fei had been subjected to her oppression for over a day, yet had always kept a smile and calm demeanor, which annoyed Ye Qian but she was slowly getting used to it. Now, suddenly, he gave her such a stern lecture, his attitude harsher than Ye Wentian’s, his actions rough—his push landed squarely on her chest. Long Fei showed no remorse; before she could act up, he’d already taken the initiative. She felt both aggrieved and angry, but in this moment, she was actually a little afraid of Long Fei—at least in this situation.

Seeing Ye Qian silent, Long Fei breathed a sigh of relief. “Ha, little witch—so what? I’ve got her dumbfounded. But her chest really has no meat—why is there no sensation at all?”

He really had gotten ahead of her; had he not, Ye Qian would surely have acted up and he’d be at her mercy. He’d touched her chest first, even if not on purpose, so if she told Qi Yufei, wouldn’t the latter really see him as a rogue?

Sweat began to bead on Long Fei’s back; the implications here were not to be taken lightly.

As they resumed driving, Ye Qian remained dazed and didn’t make trouble. The atmosphere was a bit tense and oppressive, but at least the little witch quieted down, for which Long Fei was grateful.

But now Long Fei had another problem: as the driver, he was familiar with Shanghai’s routes, but didn’t know where Ye Qian wanted to go. Was it really to climb Xishan? That was likely an excuse.

As expected, upon asking, he learned their destination—the Shanghai F1 International Circuit.

“You really want to race?” Long Fei was excited; it had been years since he’d raced, and perhaps he could show off his skills. He wondered if these kids would go as wild as those foreigners did—the last time, dozens of gold-haired beauties vied to sleep with him. Domestic girls were typically more reserved, but these post-90s kids liked unconventional games—would they play along?

Long Fei’s weakness for daydreaming surfaced again.

“So, are you scared?” Ye Qian hadn’t noticed his excitement.

“Me, scared? Please!” Long Fei scoffed.

“Well then, show me what you’ve got. My friends are looking for someone to race today—I was going to take them on myself, but since you’re so talented, you can race them instead.”

“I bet you can’t beat them yourself, so you’re asking me,” Long Fei said, exposing her intent.

Ye Qian blushed. “I planned to have you race them, honestly. You think you’re so good, so I want someone to put you in your place. If you’re scared, I won’t make you.”

“Then allow me to regretfully inform you: your plan is doomed to fail. Fine, you want to see me embarrassed? I’ll give you the chance. But let’s agree—if I win, you can’t keep picking on me for no reason. My new motto is: better to fight with scoundrels than argue with women; women are tigers!” Long Fei spoke seriously, though inwardly he was delighted.

“And if you lose?” Ye Qian’s friends were all racing experts, and she’d even invited Wu Zhaoming, who had just been crowned the underground king of racers in Hong Kong. She was sure victory was hers—how could she lose?

“If I lose, I’ll do whatever you want,” Long Fei declared.

“Good! If you lose, you must leave our house!” Ye Qian said triumphantly.

Long Fei nodded in agreement, but then asked in frustration, “Do you really dislike me that much? Why are you so desperate to get rid of me?”

“That’s right—I do dislike you, hmph!” Seeing Long Fei’s upset expression, Ye Qian was delighted, her words almost sung, and then she actually began humming a song. She wasn’t much better than Long Fei at singing, but she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

“By the way, I know medicine—do you believe me?” Long Fei’s eyes glinted as he smiled.

Ye Qian glanced at him, perhaps realizing she wasn’t cut out to be a singer. Having vented her happiness, she stopped performing and said coolly, “What does that have to do with me?”

“It has everything to do with you—I know a way to accelerate or enhance female development.” Long Fei’s expression was sly, his smile wicked.

Ye Qian hadn’t caught his meaning. “What do you mean?”

Long Fei chuckled. “I mean, I know a way to make your chest bigger.”

“Long Fei, you beast! I’m going to kill you!” Ye Qian lunged at him.

For heaven’s sake, he was telling the truth—if she didn’t believe him, so be it. Was this woman part dog? Why did she bite? Mother, help!