Chapter 1233 - 1233: Preserving Hobbies

The underground building was brightly lit, filled with a gathering of rich kids, all furious at this moment.

"This woman is simply shameless! To use the words of a prime minister, I've never seen someone so brazen!"

"Pah! She's not even human, doesn't have the slightest bit of conscience, does she deserve to be called a person?"

"She's got a heart as black as hell!"

The reason for the outrage among these kids was, of course, the story Xiao Feng told.

The story was simple—just swapping names around and moving the context to ancient times, retelling the tale involving Wang Tingwei, Tang Mingbo, and Pei Dengke.

This unanimous cursing phenomenon was well within Xiao Feng's expectations.

After all, most of the people here had similar family backgrounds to Pei Dengke, making it easy for them to empathize.

At this moment, Qiu Junxian, who had already guessed the target of Xiao Feng's insinuations, couldn't help but glance at Pei Dengke, sleeping soundly on a bed not far away, occasionally smacking his lips, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

As for Wang Tingwei, she sat on the bed's edge with her back to everyone, expression unreadable.

"Miss Meng, what do you think of my story just now?" Xiao Feng asked with a smile.

Meng Ke'Er smiled faintly, "I agree with Mr. Xiao's opinion; with regards to this story, the heroine is incredibly wicked and cruel, it's downright insane."

In fact, she wasn't devoid of words to argue, but she had already detached herself from the initial situation and naturally wouldn't oppose Xiao Feng, or most of the rich kids present, any further.

Upon hearing this, Wang Tingwei clenched her fists tightly, a fiery anger raging in her eyes...

Qiu Junxian quickly changed the subject, saying, "Everyone, just enjoy yourselves. It's Xiao's first time here, I'll give him a good tour."

The rich kids responded one after another, agreeing, then moved to the large buffet area.

Someone walked to the wall and tapped on it twice.

Before long, the originally flat wall suddenly protruded.

Tall young women, with an average height over 1.8 meters, matching their looks to their height, filed out from a hidden door, automatically lining up for the rich kids to choose from.

Seeing this scene while going upstairs with Qiu Junxian, Xiao Feng laughed, "Brother Qiu, your place indeed has hidden mysteries."

"Hahaha, brother Xiao praises too much," Qiu Junxian replied humbly, "Everyone who comes here is my friend, I naturally want every one of them to feel happy."

Xiao Feng's eyes moved, stopping at the "bedroom area," looking at some "decorations" hanging on the wall, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I doubt that's all there is."

"Oh? Brother Xiao, I don't understand that comment, is there anything more important than happiness?"

"It's happiness now, but who knows if it'll be heartbreak later," Xiao Feng shook his head with a sigh, looking contemplative.

Listening to the laughter from below, he found it amusing, wondering if these people really had no brains or were just pretending not to know about the surveillance on the wall.

Or perhaps, they knew but could only pretend not to.

However, none of that had anything to do with him anyway.

"Brother Xiao, please enter!"

Upon reaching the second floor, Qiu Junxian casually pushed open a room door and walked in.

Xiao Feng stepped in, and soon couldn't help but pause.

Right opposite the door, a photo frame was hanging on the wall, containing a young man's photograph.

If you just looked at the size and content of the picture, changed the colors to black and white, it would be a standard portrait for the deceased...

Qiu Junxian pointed to the photo, introducing, "This is my childhood friend, his greatest hobby is playing table tennis."

Xiao Feng glanced around the furnishings, finding that the not-so-small room only had a table tennis table.

He thought for a moment and said, "Brother Qiu, you're truly sentimental, memorializing a friend this way, surely your childhood friend, if they knew in the afterlife..."

Qiu Junxian's face suddenly changed. He didn't mind when Xiao Feng praised him for being sentimental.

But the words "memorializing" and "if they knew in the afterlife" made him realize the other person might have misunderstood something.

"Sorry, but I'll interrupt," Qiu Junxian quickly said, "Brother Xiao misunderstood, my childhood friend is alive and well, he hasn't passed away."

"..." Xiao Feng.

If he's not deceased, why the hell are you doing this?

Isn't this cursing someone to die early?

Reflecting on this, Xiao Feng looked again at the photo's height on the wall, noticing that with an offering table below, it would be just right.

"Brother Qiu, may I ask, how often do you communicate with this childhood friend?" Xiao Feng couldn't help but ask.

"He went abroad, we don't communicate much except exchanging greetings during festivals and holidays." Qiu Junxian replied casually, "However, the friendship from growing up together won't fade just because there's no contact."

Xiao Feng's mouth twitched twice, suspecting the childhood friend went abroad to avoid being 'cursed to death'.

After a few casual chats, Qiu Junxian walked out of the room, pointing at a sign above the doorframe and said, "Brother Xiao, do you remember.

Earlier, my girlfriend Ke'Er mentioned that every esteemed guest leaves their hobby at this spot.

I hope brother Xiao can also leave your hobby here today."

Xiao Feng looked up at the sign above the doorframe, seeing the words "Table Tennis" written in large characters.

Continuing forward, one sign after another came into view.

Billiards, Mahjong, Dou Di Zhu, Zheng Zha Hua, etc., almost all the entertainment activities playable inside a house were included.

He casually opened several room doors, without exception; each room, upon entering, had a photo hanging on the wall.

Upon reaching the third floor, Qiu Junxian led Xiao Feng to a door without a sign on the top of the doorframe, stopped and smiled, "You are the fifty-ninth esteemed guest here, I hope you will leave your hobby here."

Saying this, he pushed open the room door...

Looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar face hanging on the wall, Xiao Feng took a deep breath.

Calm down, calm down, impulsiveness is the devil!

Qiu Junxian smiled, "I wonder what brother Xiao's hobby is?

Oh right, to maintain uniqueness, please don't repeat any previous guest's hobby."

"I enjoy playing golf."

"Um... Could you choose a hobby requiring slightly less space?"

"I enjoy playing soccer."

"Um... is there something smaller?"

"I enjoy playing basketball."

"Smaller?"

"..." Xiao Feng.

Are you hell-bent on cursing me?

Feeling frustrated, Xiao Feng coughed twice and asked, "Brother Qiu, did you come up with the idea of 'keeping the guest hobby room' yourself?"

"No, Ke'Er thought it up," Qiu Junxian said proudly, "Maybe brother Xiao thinks this idea wastes space.

But this room retains not only your hobby but also our friendship.

It also signifies that you always have a place here."

"..." Xiao Feng.

Are you sure that 'a place' doesn't mean a grave plot?