Chapter 1234 - 1234: A Conversation Worth a Thousand Books

To be honest, Xiao Feng is truly confused right now.

He quietly pondered in his heart, but the more he thought about it, the more things felt off...

First of all, there's Meng Ke'Er. Although the communication with her has been limited, her speech and behavior undoubtedly signal her quick wit and intelligence.

A person like her coming up with the idea of a "hobby room" for Qiu Junxian feels way too much like a trap.

Moreover, just now, when Meng Ke'Er was mentioned, Qiu Junxian's proud expression...

"Qiu, let's put the matter of hobbies aside for the moment. Allow me to think it over properly. How about we change the subject?"

"Certainly no problem, Xiao. We can talk about whatever you like." Qiu Junxian readily agreed.

Xiao Feng paused for a moment, then smiled: "Then, let's talk about love..."

Picking a simple topic, Xiao Feng patiently guided Qiu Junxian to reveal his love story with Meng Ke'Er.

"Actually, I'm very thankful to Ke'Er. It's because of her that I've experienced the kind of love that most people long for but never possess..." Qiu Junxian reflected, saying:

"I remember it was the spring two years ago, the sun was shining brightly, and the wind in the park was gentle.

In the woods where shadows danced, Ke'Er was sitting by the lake, holding a paintbrush, sketching on her canvas.

I was watching her from not too far away. Her earnest profile was so captivating, I couldn't help but get lost in watching her..."

Ten minutes passed, and Xiao Feng frowned.

Part of it was irritation at Qiu Junxian's long-winded storytelling, and the other part was 70-80% certainty that Meng Ke'Er, by Qiu's side, was of the same ilk as Wang Tingwei.

Laughable that the man had previously cast a sympathetic eye at Pei Dengke, unaware that he himself was caught in the scheme.

Just then, footsteps were heard at the stairs.

Meng Ke'Er appeared, cheerfully saying: "Did Young Master and Mr. Xiao have a pleasant chat?"

As she finished speaking, Qiu Junxian was seen gazing tenderly at her.

"Young Master, you..." Meng Ke'Er was momentarily stunned.

"Ke'Er, don't call me Young Master anymore." Qiu Junxian stepped forward, took Meng Ke'Er's hand and placed it on his chest, eyes moist with tears, said: "I didn't realize before, but just now, Xiao asked, and I spoke.

That's when I realized, Ke'Er, you've helped me so much indeed!

You can say without you, there is no me today; you've shaped me.

Although I've said it more than once, this time, I hope you understand my determination.

For the rest of my life, Ke'Er, it's only you!"

Xiao Feng's lips twitched, feeling utterly speechless at this heartful confession.

The guy could speak with such emotion and move himself—this too is an ability.

Can't learn it, can't learn it!

Meng Ke'Er was bewildered: "Young Master, Mr. Xiao is still right here."

Qiu Junxian turned to look at Xiao Feng, laughed: "No worries, Xiao is not an outsider."

After speaking, he turned back and said solemnly: "From now on, call me Junxian, don't say Young Master anymore!"

"Young..."

"Hmm?"

"Jun—Junxian."

Qiu Junxian laughed heartily: "Now that's more like it!"

Not knowing what was going on at all, Meng Ke'Er changed the subject: "Mr. Xiao, have you thought of a hobby?"

"No." Xiao Feng shook his head: "Everything I can think of, has already been covered, so I'll need more time to consider."

"No rush, Xiao can take his time. We brothers have a long future ahead." Qiu Junxian smiled wryly: "Xiao, listening to your words is better than reading for ten years, this saying I've only seen in books before.

But today, through this conversation, I truly understand how right it is!

Maybe Xiao hasn't realized, but a careless word from you can wake people up and benefit them greatly."

"Hehe." Xiao Feng chuckled dryly: "Honestly, I didn't realize it myself."

The three of them went down to the first floor together and sat in the large buffet area.

Qiu Junxian poured two glasses of wine, starting another round of probing talk, while Meng Ke'Er assisted from the side.

After chatting for almost forty minutes, Xiao Feng decided to take his leave, helping Pei Dengke back with Wang Tingwei.

Once in the car, Xiao Feng glanced at the rearview mirror, noticing Wang Tingwei holding Pei Dengke to prevent him from leaning on her.

He couldn't help but laugh: "Do you want to turn around and go back for a good vent?"

Wang Tingwei didn't respond, and suddenly said: "Meng Ke'Er with Qiu Junxian is similar to me."

"Hmm?"

Wang Tingwei gritted her teeth: "I'm not talking about behavior, but background.

Her speech, facial expressions, even the tone during special occasions all seem so familiar to me.

This means she must have undergone the same training as I did!"

Xiao Feng turned his head, asked in a serious tone: "Are you sure?"

"Eighty percent sure!"

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Wang Tingwei snorted coldly: "What's the point, would you dare kidnap Meng Ke'Er directly?"

"Stop the car!" Xiao Feng suddenly shouted.

The driver was startled but complied anyway.

Seeing Xiao Feng had undone his seatbelt, Wang Tingwei stared wide-eyed: "You—you're not thinking..."

Xiao Feng ignored her, opened the car door, got out, took two steps, returned to the window, and said to Wang Tingwei: "You get out too."

Although Wang Tingwei knowing Pei Dengke's special identity doesn't likely intend harm to him, Xiao Feng didn't want to take the risk.

After all, a cornered dog will jump over a wall; if Wang Tingwei thinks it's all or nothing, she might as well drag Pei Dengke down with her.

Or simply control Pei Dengke as a bargaining chip for survival, a troublesome possibility either way.

Wang Tingwei paused, nodded, and got out of the car.

"You're going back to seize Meng Ke'Er?"

"What do you think?"

…

In Paradise Dungeon, the bustling atmosphere continued.

The wealthy youths, faces flushed with alcohol, began to behave unrestrainedly, eliciting laughter from the ladies beside them.

Not far away, Qiu Junxian swayed his wine glass, gazing at the red liquid within, thoughtfully said: "Ke'Er, do you think Xiao Bajia's words are trustworthy?"

"Can't not believe, but also can't believe entirely." Meng Ke'Er's face was serious: "Whether true or false, the key is we still can't pinpoint the value he presents with the information we've gathered."

"If push comes to shove, we may have no choice but to take the risk and gamble, especially since Wei Lan has stepped in. If we don't move fast, it might all end in vain."

"Young Master, I think..."

"Ke'Er, have you forgotten how I just spoke to you?"

Meng Ke'Er's eyes flashed with urgency, but she nonetheless opened her mouth again: "Junxian, I think you can mention this to the family, and see what the elders think.

This way, even if Xiao Bajia's importance doesn't meet expectations, the blame can't fall on you."

"Hmm, that's indeed an idea." Qiu Junxian slowly nodded then furrowed his brow: "But if we do that, the plan to surprise the family will be ruined."