Chapter 1030: The Story of Ling and Heng (293)
On the way back, Li Nanheng did not say anything, letting her rest silently with her eyes closed. When he took her home, he watched her enter her home and slam the door, but he did not try to come in.
After closing the door, Feng Ling locked the door from inside and then buckled a concealed lock in the door. After making sure that even if he had the key, he couldn’t open the last concealed lock inside, she turned around and went into the bedroom.
She took out a thermometer and took her body temperature. Although she had taken medicine during the day, her body temperature was still more than 38 degrees Celsius. No wonder she felt unwell.
She took a shower, dried her hair, and looked out inadvertently.
The lights in the apartment next door were off.
Feng Ling retracted her gaze and turned to boil some water to drink.
Whatever. It had nothing to do with her.
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Early the next morning, after she got up, she really didn’t have the energy to go for a morning jog, nor did she want to get anything to eat. She was sitting on the sofa with her eyes closed for an hour until it was almost time to go to work. She stood up and was about to go out when with a beep, someone sent her a text message.
She picked up the phone and saw the message from Li Nanheng: [Eat less bread, salad, and jam while sick. I bought you Chinese breakfast porridge. ]
She opened the door and went out, only to see that there was a plastic bag with several round boxes neatly packed put on the small shelf outside the door.
Suddenly, she remembered that when she was still in the XI base, Xiao Xu once said that Boss Li was a supercilious guy who took very few things and people seriously. If he treated anyone with care and patience, he must love that person very much.
Feng Ling glanced at those things, did not take it, and closed the door again. Then she picked up her coat, put on her shoes, and pushed the door out. Without even looking at the plastic bag, she went to work.
She arrived at the club 40 minutes earlier than the usual time. The head coach asked her if she had eaten breakfast. After learning that she hadn’t eaten yet, he went to buy her hot milk and some breakfast biscuits.
At ten o’clock, Feng Ling was sitting behind her desk eating breakfast biscuits. The door of the office was pushed open and her new assistant Li Nanheng came to report on time.
He only glanced at what she was eating and asked calmly, “What time is the class?”
Feng Ling took a look at him.
She didn’t expect that he was really planning to work here.
She glanced at the time, picked up another biscuit, and said nonchalantly, “Immediately.”
She had a business-like tone, and Li Nanheng also had a business-like attitude. When he was about to change clothes, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the breakfast biscuits on her table, which he saw on the head coach’s desk. His eyes darkened and he turned away.
For the ten days after Li Nanheng was “taken in” by the boss of the martial arts club, Chen Beiqing was tortured hard by Li Nanheng every time he came to class.
In particular, the flowers that Chen Beiqing sent Feng Ling couldn’t even get into the club. The staff in the martial arts club, except for Feng Ling and the head coach, all said in unison that the weather had been cold recently and they got rhinitis, so they couldn’t stand the smell of flowers or pollen, especially roses.
For the ten days, Feng Ling could see a warm portion of breakfast outside the door every morning, but she just walked by deadpan and didn’t eat a bite, but she could still see the breakfast outside the door on time every morning.
To avoid being forced into the man’s car again, she drove to and from work every day. Li Nanheng just followed her behind in his car but never protested.
He always kept an arm’s length from her as if the two were really just colleagues, but they didn’t say hello to each other when they got out of the elevator. She went back to her home and he watched outside, but didn’t come in or talk.
However, the louder she slammed the door at his face, the harder Chen Beiqing was tortured the next day.
On two occasions, he collapsed to the ground and couldn’t get up. When everyone thought that he was going to be crippled by the new coach, he was found having no injury at all when he went to the hospital for examination.
But the postures that Coach Li made him practice were obviously extremely exhausting. They looked simple but were actually very difficult to finish!
After ten days, when Chen Beiqing heard a crisp sound from his arm again, he turned pale with pain and tried to withdraw his hand, but Li Nanheng looked at him coldly. “Are you so fragile? Your balance power is really poor. I’m afraid that even if you practice for another ten years, you will still be a waste.”
Chen Beiqing was feeling so painful that he sweated profusely. He resisted the pain, looked at Coach Li who had twisted his arm to the limit, and smiled at him. “Do you think I really don’t know you’re picking on me? Let’s just play fair. Don’t make Coach Ling despise you!”
Li Nanheng looked at him indifferently, smiled and said in a voice that only Chen Beiqing could hear, “I haven’t shown you what I’m really capable of. If I do, I’m afraid you’ll be dead meat.”
Chen Beiqing smiled and the sweat was still dripping from his forehead. “It just happens that we like the same woman. I accept fair competition.”
Li Nanheng smiled coldly, and at the moment when Chen Beiqing said “fair competition,” he suddenly kicked his knee hard. Chen Beiqing grunted and fell to the ground, but Li Nanheng stared at him coldly and his voice was chilly. “You wanna compete fairly with me? I’m afraid you’re still too young, brat.”
Chen Beiqin was really in pain.
He gritted his teeth to stand up, look at Li Nanheng, and sneered. “If you like a woman, just confess your love to her, but all you do is to play these dirty tricks. Even I look down on you, let alone her. I guess you have been rejected by her countless times, right…”
However, being kicked again, Chen Beiqing stumbled and fell to the ground again.