My System Forces Me to Live off Women

Chapter 466 - 322: Old Zhao Returns to Beijing (Part 2)

Still being stubborn? Are you trying to play hard to get with me?

Li Peifeng wanted to speak but then nodded slightly: "Understood."

Zhao Qingge pressed her lips together and hesitated, saying: "But if you really decide to formally be with me that day, I will also try to fulfill the duties of a... partner, rather than still treating you with the attitude of a student. I want to make this clear to you."

The duties of a partner?

Li Peifeng felt a slight stir in his heart and tentatively asked: "So then, can I be with you?"

Zhao Qingge didn’t answer, only squeezed the hand she was holding with Li Peifeng and then gently closed her eyes.

Alright, I’ll taste the saltiness first.

Li Peifeng turned sideways, propping his left elbow on the armrest box as he leaned forward.

This was the first time Zhao Qingge was so proactive and passionate, catching Li Peifeng a bit off guard.

They kissed for a long time, until they both felt a bit warm from the blowing heater. Only then did they slowly part, but Li Peifeng still held her hand, speaking with a complex tone: "If that day I still haven’t decided what choice to make, what do you say we should do?"

"You must make a choice!"

Zhao Qingge’s expression changed slightly, and she blurted out her words, breaking free from Li Peifeng’s hand, causing the car’s interior to seemingly drop two degrees in temperature.

Li Peifeng wasn’t surprised and continued to probe: "And if I choose not to be with you in the end, but instead choose one or two of the others, would you really accept it as calmly as you said just now?"

"I can accept it!!"

Zhao Qingge suddenly raised her voice, startling Li Peifeng even though he was mentally prepared.

"Do you have anything else to say? If not, hurry up and get out of the car, I want to leave!"

Zhao Qingge’s face was frighteningly stern, and even her tone carried a certain harshness, making the car’s interior drop a further two degrees.

Li Peifeng reluctantly placed his hand on the inner door handle, ready to leave, but worried that driving in her current mood might lead to problems, so he didn’t open the door.

After thinking for a moment, Li Peifeng hesitated and said: "You just said you’re not sure if your feelings for me are even love, so since you’re unsure, wouldn’t I be wasting your time if I were with you?"

"I..."

Zhao Qingge was momentarily at a loss for words, then suddenly clenched her teeth and pressed her lips together, unwilling to speak.

"Ahem, so, are you unsure, or just not willing to openly express your feelings?"

Li Peifeng hesitated: "If you could be more definite, perhaps I could be more certain too. Otherwise, if you think like this, I really don’t know what choice to make."

He wanted to corner her, forcing Zhao Qingge to be more open, rather than remaining insincere. If she could truly acknowledge their feelings as real, then perhaps...

In any case, after a sleepless night and thorough contemplation during painting, Li Peifeng believed that if he had to choose one out of four girls, beyond external appearances, he had to consider more. For instance, a soul he could communicate with, someone with similar likes and dislikes, vision, and perspective. With this in mind, among the women around him, Zhao Qingge was the most compatible with him.

Moreover, the disparity in their identities and ages was apparent. Zhao Qingge had already given up so much and mustered the courage to come to him, even introducing him to her parents. If he were to fail her, Li Peifeng felt it would be too inhumane.

But Li Peifeng wanted a definitive answer from Zhao Qingge, a reason compelling enough for him not to choose others. After waiting for about two minutes, he received a text from Xu Manning asking ’why haven’t you come upstairs’, yet still didn’t get an answer from Zhao Qingge.

This question might be beyond the scope for primary school student Zhao Duoduo!

"Think it over carefully."

Li Peifeng felt slightly disappointed and wanted to open the car door, but he heard a ’click’ as the car door was locked.

Undoubtedly, it was Zhao Qingge in the driver’s seat who pressed the master switch. Her left index finger had just been removed from the button, and as Li Peifeng looked at her, she quickly put her left hand down and looked forward as if nothing had happened.

"... So, can you clarify?"

Zhao Qingge silently held the steering wheel. After a moment, Li Peifeng asked again, making Zhao Duoduo very angry, responding harshly: "If you don’t choose me, you’ll be delayed in graduation!"

"I’ve already applied for early graduation..."

"Then you’ll still be delayed! Delayed graduation it is!"

Zhao Qingge gripped the steering wheel tightly, her fingers turning white, lips trembling with anger: "Anyway, I’m definitely going to delay your graduation!"

Having failed with enticement, she resorted to intimidation.

Li Peifeng coughed slightly, deciding to forgive Professor Zhao’s rudeness, seeing as delaying graduation was a unique romantic gesture she offered her beloved senior student.

"But this isn’t the answer I want. I want to know if you really love me or not."

Li Peifeng laid it all out: "Is it love, or not love? There are only these two choices. Before I make my choice, you should pick one!"

"Not in love!"

Li Peifeng’s eyes widened, raising his tone: "Are you sure?"

Zhao Qingge was impatient: "I don’t know!"

Li Peifeng affirmed: "As long as you say it, I’ll know who to choose that day on the 7th."

Zhao Qingge’s expression softened slightly but she was still somewhat unwilling: "Aren’t you good at guessing what people think? How do you not know what I’m thinking?"

"You still have to say it out loud, so I can be more certain!"

"..."

Li Peifeng pondered for a moment: "How about this, you don’t have to say it out loud, just write the answer on my palm... look."

After he finished speaking, Li Peifeng extended his hand to Zhao Qingge.

Just writing without speaking?

Zhao Qingge frowned slightly, seemingly reluctantly accepting it. She looked at the hand in front of her, slowly ’took’ it, placed it in her own hand, extended her right index finger, and was about to write, but when she was still quite a distance away, she withdrew and turned to look seriously at Li Peifeng: "If I write, you’ll know who to choose?"