CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: THE EXPLANATION YOU WANT

Old Feng’s situation is quite special; his wife unfortunately passed away in a car accident over ten years ago.

That night, he was drinking with clients while his wife couldn’t stop worrying, and decided to drive with her big belly to pick him up, then...

Since then, Old Feng has lived alone, and his personality has become somewhat dullen.

Except for occasionally opening up to a few brothers, most of the time he wears a forced smile.

Soon, a sumptuous meal was placed on the dining table, with everyone sitting around it.

"Your sister-in-law started cooking from eight in the morning for this spread, dig in and try it."

"Yes, indeed, Nuannuan, here’s this big drumstick for you."

The couple warmly welcomed. Peng’s wife smilingly picked up a large drumstick and put it in Nuannuan’s bowl.

Nuannuan turned her little face up, politely responding, "Thank you, Auntie."

"No thanks required, Nuannuan is so well-behaved!"

People began to eat, and the atmosphere at the table was joyful as they chatted about family matters.

"By the way, Qi Yun, a new English teacher joined our school. He’s 28 this year and single, seems quite a match for you. How about I introduce him to you?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun hurriedly waved his hand, "Sister-in-law, I don’t have the mind to consider this now. Let me take care of Nuannuan first."

"Oh, don’t be quick to refuse. This might work out. You’re bringing up Nuannuan alone, wouldn’t it be nice to have someone supporting you?"

Qi Yun smiled helplessly, "Let’s talk about it later; it’s not the time yet."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Peng’s wife wanted to persuade him further but was stopped by Peng with a look.

Often, men and women have different perspectives when considering issues. A man needs a bulging wallet and a straight back to have the qualification to pursue beauty.

Otherwise, even if he has it temporarily, someday it would turn into an illusory dream.

After a few drinks, the three men lamented the difficulties of recent years, feeling rather emotional.

It seemed the course of life was not developing in the direction everyone expected.

Especially Old Feng; as he spoke, his eyes were somewhat reddened.

Just then, Qi Yun’s phone suddenly rang, and he took it out to see it was Manager Li from the property, already guessing what it was about.

"Hello, brother, Happy New Year, are you at home now?" The voice on the other end was quite courteous.

"Happy New Year to you too, Manager Li, I’m not at home now, what’s up?"

Manager Li pondered his wording and continued, "It’s like this, the tenant upstairs from you..."

Qi Yun raised his teacup and took a sip, listened quietly, and then calmly said, "You tell them, whatever it is, wait till I get back to discuss."

"Alright, I’ll convey your message to them, I won’t disturb you further."

After hanging up, Peng curiously asked, "What’s going on?"

Qi Yun smiled lightly and recounted what had happened last night.

Upon hearing it, Peng’s wife immediately expressed her support, "Qi Yun, you did right. Those inconsiderate people should experience not having peace too."

Old Feng also put down his chopsticks and said, "Later, I’ll accompany you, I’d like to see just how tough they are."

Qi Yun laughed and shook his head, "No need, I have ways to deal with them."

Seeing him say so, Old Feng and Peng didn’t speak further, having been wandering in society for many years, not appreciating a few ruffians.

The meal lasted till six in the afternoon when Qi Yun took his daughter to bid farewell.

As they were leaving, Old Feng and Peng respectively gave Nuannuan a red envelope.

It was New Year’s Eve, so there were few cars on the street. Qi Yun hugged his daughter, waiting in the cold wind for over half an hour before finally catching a Didi ride.

Returning home, Qi Yun first put his already asleep daughter to bed, then turned off the floor-shaking device that had been working all day.

Shortly after sitting down, a rapid knocking sounded at the door.

Qi Yun opened the door with a cold smile; standing outside were indeed those three beefcakes from upstairs.

The muscle man from last night had eyes glaring like brass bells, with the flesh on his face trembling slightly.

He leaned in, grabbing the door frame, and viciously said, "You’ve got guts using a floor-shaker against us. Give an explanation today, or I’ll show you!"

Qi Yun reached out, knocked off the hand clinging to his door.

Then he folded his arms, casting a cold gaze over the three at the door, sneering, "Explanation? Didn’t I warn you last night? You were banging and clanging upstairs in the middle of the night; did you give me an explanation?"

The muscle man found himself embarrassed and enraged by Qi Yun’s retort, loudly shouting, "Stop wasting my time, you affected our rest with the floor-shaker, this can’t end here."

Another muscle man standing behind him, half holding a lotus finger, chimed in, "Exactly, you’ve gone too far! We’re neighbors, how can you act like this?"

"Right! Don’t you have any fault? You must give us an explanation, or this won’t end today!"

The muscle man from last night seemed normal enough; as for the two behind him, they spoke in an effeminate tone.

Creating a stark contrast with their burly muscles.

Qi Yun retreated a couple of steps disdainfully, his gaze full of contempt, "What explanation do you want? You can disturb others, but others can’t disturb you?"

"Also, I warn you, speak if you want, don’t lay hands on me, or I’ll call the police!"

The man half holding the lotus finger shrilled, "Hmph, don’t change the subject, how we spend our evenings is our freedom, why use the floor-shaker against us?"

At this moment, the loud conversation attracted Zhao Qing across the hallway to open her door and look in.

Through the crack, she saw the tense scene and frowned slightly.

She glanced up and down at the muscle men, her eyes revealing a hint of caution, then turned to Qi Yun, casting an inquisitive look.

Qi Yun gently shook his head at her, signaling not to worry.

Then he looked towards the muscle man from last night, scoffing, "Are you sure you want an explanation?"

"Indeed! If you can’t satisfy us today, forget about celebrating the New Year." The muscle man responded assertively.

Qi Yun listened to the man’s words and, instead of anger, laughed, filled with mockery.

"Alright, since it’s what you want."

With that, he turned back into the house and returned shortly with his phone.

"Open your WeChat, I’ll send you a picture."

The muscle man was confused but did as he said.

After they added each other as friends, Qi Yun sent him a picture.

Then his lips curled into a smile, eyes fixed on the muscle man’s changing facial expression.

The next second, as the muscle man saw the picture, the color drained from his face, turning ghostly pale.

He stepped forward suddenly, grabbed Qi Yun by the collar, and shouted fiercely, "Where did you get this photo?"

The other two with an effeminate tone leaned in curiously, and upon seeing it, their eyes widened, faces full of terror.

"No! How is it possible!"