Chapter 6
The Green Tea Wins
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The girl’s name was Yao Jin.
She was a film student.
Because she attended the same university as Felix’s cousin, the cousin paid her to pretend to be Felix’s ex-girlfriend and break us up.
Revenge for Felix ruining her relationship and making her fall into the pond at Grandpa’s birthday banquet.
Unexpectedly, she was moved by my loyalty.
She also disliked Felix’s green-tea energy and switched sides.
“So Chen Fei really is your ex?” I asked.
Yao Jin nodded.
“He used my money. Then I caught him cheating. My savings were almost gone, so I came out to act for money.”
“Dogs never change eating shit,” I cursed. “His face is thicker than city walls.”
“Exactly!”
I looked at my phone.
Felix and Chen Fei had been in the bathroom for twenty minutes.
“I need to check. I’m afraid they’ll fight.”
Chen Fei was trash.
I feared Felix would suffer.
Yao Jin followed closely.
Just as we reached the men’s bathroom, there was a loud bang inside.
I panicked.
Ignoring that it was the men’s room, I reached for the door.
Felix opened it.
The moment he saw me, he raised his hand to cover his face.
His eyes reddened in one second.
I was frightened.
“What happened?”
“Wife, don’t look. I’m not pretty anymore.”
I pulled his hand away.
There was a tiny white scratch on his face.
“How did this happen?”
Felix looked at me with tears in his eyes.
He stepped forward and placed his big head on my shoulder like a dog begging for comfort.
His voice was deeply wronged.
“Wife, he bullied me.”
Anger surged through me.
I shot Chen Fei, sitting on the floor, a nearly physical glare.
“Are you insane? If you’re sick, go to the hospital.”
Chen Fei jumped up, screaming and lifting his shirt.
“Le Yuyin, open your eyes.”
“He unilaterally beat me. How did I bully him?”
“The wound on his face was caused by himself!”
Before I could see Chen Fei’s abdomen, Felix covered his own wound with trembling fingers.
“Wife, my face hurts.”
“Will I be disfigured?”
Disfigured?
Absolutely not.
I immediately dragged Felix to the hospital.
Behind us came Chen Fei’s useless shouting.
“Le Yuyin! Are you blind?”
“I’m the one hurt worst!”
“Felix Cheng, you shameless green-tea bastard!”
At the hospital, the emergency doctor looked at the now almost invisible scratch on Felix’s face.
He looked at me silently.
“If you came any later, it would have healed by itself.”
I lost massive face.
I dragged Felix back to the car.
“Wife,” Felix whined in my arms like a big dog who had lost a fight.
“It hurts.”
“He hit so hard.”
“Was he trying to ruin my face so you wouldn’t like me anymore and he could steal my wall?”
“How can he be so vicious?”
I patted his back with difficulty.
“It’s okay. He can’t steal it. I welded the wall shut with thick iron sheets.”
“And no matter what you become, I’ll like you. I won’t leave you.”
“Really, wife?”
“Really.”
Only after countless guarantees did Felix relax.
That night, to prove his injury was serious, Felix repeatedly came close.
“Wife, my face hurts. Look, am I really going to be disfigured?”
I was trying to meet my writing deadline and nodded without looking.
“No, no. How could you be disfigured? You’re the most handsome.”
“Really?”
“Yes, yes.”
“But wife, I really feel the wound hurting.”
“It’s fine.”
Finally, Felix seemed unable to bear it.
He closed my laptop and pulled me onto his lap.
“Wife, you don’t even look at me now.”
“Do you not love me anymore?”
I refused that accusation.
“How would I not love you?”
“Then why have you been writing since we came back?”
He lifted his eyes carefully.
“Do you still have feelings for Chen Fei?”
I quickly covered his mouth.
“If I don’t update, readers will scold me.”
Then I kissed him.
“Also, don’t mention that dirty thing again.”
At my evaluation of Chen Fei, Felix became happy from the heart.
No dizziness.
No nausea.
No whining.
He even stopped caring about disfigurement.
“Wife, hug.”
“No. My draft. I’ll be scolded.”
Felix carried me to the bedroom in three steps and threw me onto the bed.
He pulled off his tie and pressed down.
“No.”
Sometime in the night, half asleep, I heard my phone sound.
Felix picked it up.
“Who is it?” I murmured.
He turned and held me.
His voice was strangely dull.
“No one.”
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