Lin Feng did not refute Luo Keke. He was contemplating Zhang Wenhan's intention in walking a wolf around the villa entrance.
Could it be that this guy was still not giving up and wanted to raise a wolf to bite Xiao Qi to death?
Lin Feng guessed silently.
As Lin Feng had thought, the reason Zhang Wenhan raised a wolf was to get revenge on Xiao Qi.
Since the bully died, he had been thinking about raising something that could defeat Xiao Qi.
Later, he heard from someone that wolves' intelligence and ferocity could completely overpower any feline, except for tigers and leopards.
Returning to the villa, Uncle Liu placed the packed meals on the coffee table and began to help Lin Feng make the bed.
"Miss, are you really planning for me to live next door to you?"
Lin Feng could not fathom Liu Mengyao's thoughts. He had not been in this house for long and had never been to the second floor of Liu Mengyao's villa.
"Yes, you must move!"
Liu Mengyao's attitude was forceful. The more Lin Feng appeared reluctant, the more she didn't want to satisfy his wishes.
"Alright then."
Lin Feng could not disobey Liu Mengyao's instructions and followed Uncle Liu to move the bedding to the second floor of the villa.
This was Lin Feng's first time going upstairs.
The second floor was surprisingly spacious, and the walls were all pink, giving it a cozy, girlish feel.
Liu Mengyao's room was the largest on the second floor. Although the room next door seemed a bit small, it was much better than a hotel room.
The room was luxuriously decorated, with an en-suite bathroom and essential home appliances.
"Uncle Liu, I can handle it myself. It's getting late, you should drive back soon."
Lin Feng said, taking the bedding from Uncle Liu and tossing it onto the large bed.
Uncle Liu did not speak, and silently went downstairs.
Lin Feng spread out the bedding and tidied up the room a bit. To his surprise, he found two lacy items on the chair by the window, along with a black stocking with words on it.
Lin Feng picked them up and examined them. The size was not Luo Keke's; it should be Liu Mengyao's.
Especially the stocking that had been worn, it was similar to the one Liu Mengyao was wearing, so it must have been taken off by her.
"Things that cost thousands of yuan are indeed different. This fabric feels amazing!"
Lin Feng touched the stocking's texture, and the lives of the wealthy were truly beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"Lin Feng, what are you doing?"
A cold voice came from behind him.
"Wow! Little Lin, you're toast!"
Luo Keke rushed in, bouncing and jumping. Just now, she suddenly remembered that Liu Mengyao had left her discarded clothes in here last time.
So, she hurried over to see if Lin Feng had discovered them.
As a result, the moment she entered, she saw Lin Feng caught red-handed by Liu Mengyao.
Liu Mengyao stood behind Lin Feng, her pretty face flushed with a mix of shame and anger.
"Miss, do you believe me if I say this is a misunderstanding?"
Lin Feng turned around, looking at Liu Mengyao, who was on the verge of an explosion, and forced a smile.
Liu Mengyao looked at the smile on Lin Feng's face, then at the stocking and bra in his hand. In her embarrassment and rage, she snatched the items from him.
"Don't touch my things from now on!"
Liu Mengyao bit her lip, warning him in exasperation, and turned to leave.
Luo Keke watched Lin Feng being scolded and giggled, "Little Lin, you're toast, aren't you? If you like Sister Yao Yao's worn stockings, you should have just asked me, and I would have given you a couple. Why are you doing this sneakily?"
Lin Feng didn't want to explain. Explaining such a matter would be useless.
However, Luo Keke's constant schadenfreude was quite annoying.
"Keke, actually, I don't like Mengyao's stockings. I like yours. How about you give me a couple of yours?"
Lin Feng deliberately teased Luo Keke.
Luo Keke was slightly stunned, her pretty face instantly turning crimson. She had thought of many of Lin Feng's reactions, but she never expected Lin Feng to want her stockings!
"I, I don't wear these things. If you want them, you can't have them!"
After a long silence, Luo Keke finally blurted out.
And then, Luo Keke quickly ran out.
"Why so shy? Aren't you quite bold?"
Lin Feng smiled. His mood, which had been quite heavy, felt much better after teasing Luo Keke.
After Luo Keke ran out of Lin Feng's room, she went to Liu Mengyao's room.
The moment she entered, she saw Liu Mengyao throwing the stockings and bra into the trash can. Liu Mengyao sat on the edge of the bed, silent, her pretty face so cold that one dared not approach her.
"Sister Yao Yao, are you really angry with Little Lin?"
"It's not Little Lin's fault. You were the one who insisted on taking off your clothes in the next room last time."
Luo Keke stepped forward to comfort and explain.
"Keke, whose side are you on? Why are you speaking up for him?"
Liu Mengyao glared at Luo Keke with teary eyes.
She was in a bad mood, not because Lin Feng had played with her intimate apparel.
It was because she thought of Lin Feng's ambiguous relationship with Su Qingya, and the fact that he had talked back to her and hadn't apologized, which made her very unhappy.
"Sister Yao Yao, I won't speak for him anymore. Don't be angry. If Little Lin angers you, you still have me to accompany you!"
Luo Keke sensed Liu Mengyao's emotional instability and hugged her sympathetically.
Liu Mengyao leaned into Luo Keke's arms, her eyes feeling sore, with an urge to cry.
She had never suffered such great grievances in her life, but Lin Feng was truly infuriating her.
Lin Feng was well aware that Liu Mengyao was still angry.
He lay on the bed and carefully thought about what had happened during this period.
The reason he was willing to work for Liu Mengyao was to find clues about his senior sister.
But so far, no valuable clues had emerged.
Instead, he found his senior sister's hairpin at Su Qingya's place. What was the connection between all this?
Lin Feng couldn't figure it out. Perhaps only Su Qingya herself knew what was going on.
It seemed he still needed to develop a relationship with Su Qingya and not focus all his attention on Liu Mengyao.
Yes, what he did today was not wrong. Although he had talked back to Liu Mengyao and angered her, it was all for the best!
After coming to this realization, Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the bed and began to cultivate.
The next morning, Liu Mengyao and Luo Keke were having breakfast downstairs.
"Miss, hasn't Little Lin woken up yet? Should I call him down for breakfast?"
Wang Ma asked, seeing that Lin Feng was not at the breakfast table.
"No need, Wang Ma. He's not hungry. Don't bother with him!"
Liu Mengyao's brows were furrowed, and she was still in a foul mood.
In her opinion, Lin Feng was always the most eager to eat breakfast every morning, but today he didn't show up.
This must be him deliberately avoiding her!
Lin Feng's evasive behavior showed no sign of him wanting to apologize to her, clearly indicating that he didn't want to reconcile!
"Miss Keke, what's wrong with Little Lin? Is he sick?"
Wang Ma, sensing a rift between Liu Mengyao and Lin Feng, asked Luo Keke.
"Wang Ma, Little Lin is not sick. He's toast!"
Luo Keke replied casually.
"Toast? What does 'toast' mean?"
Wang Ma became more confused the more she heard.
"Wang Ma, toast means dead. Little Lin is dead!"