Chapter 40: The Grand Gift Package – She Walks Toward Me (New Book, Please Follow)

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

In the dining room on the first floor of the manor villa, Liu Yifei sipped her soy milk and nudged Zhang Li with her foot.

Ever since they met in the corridor and came down together, she had felt Zhang Li’s gaze was strange.

Thinking of the dream she had last night, she couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.

But Zhang Li couldn’t possibly know about her dream.

With that in mind, Liu Yifei shot Zhang Li another glare.

“Heh,” Zhang Li’s lips curved playfully as he looked into Liu Yifei’s eyes and said, “Yifei, I dreamed about you last night.”

“What?” Liu Yifei’s heart skipped a beat.

Zhang Li was so in sync with her that they even had the same kind of dream?

No wonder this ability included some kind of mental connection.

But that wasn’t the point.

“Oh, so you really have improper thoughts about me,” Liu Yifei accused, playing the villain first. “Having those kinds of dreams, scheming against me.”

“Those kinds of dreams? Scheming?” Zhang Li feigned confusion. “Yifei, what are you talking about? I just dreamed of giving you a massage because you looked tired and exhausted, then I woke up. Classic aftereffects of too much massage.”

“I’m telling you this because I want you to care more about your little brother. What are you thinking about right now?”

Liu Yifei: !

So she had misunderstood?

Her earlobes gradually flushed red.

“You don’t seriously think I was having a sexy dream, do you?” Zhang Li’s expression shifted to realization, then puzzled. “Would a normal person randomly think about that stuff?”

“Xixi, maybe it’s because you’ve had those dreams yourself, so…”

“No!” Liu Yifei suddenly stood up.

Recalling the strange feeling upon waking this morning, she blushed and denied vehemently, “I don’t have those kinds of dreams, stop imagining things.”

“It’s because you kissed me last night that I’ve been thinking about you like that,” Zhang Li raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to tease her.

But a voice interrupted from the side, “Who kissed whom?”

Liu Yifei turned her head and saw Liu Xiaoli, suddenly feeling even hotter all over.

“I’m full, I’m going back upstairs for a nap.”

Liu Yifei fled upstairs like escaping a fire.

Zhang Li watched her disappear at the staircase, then got up to help Liu Xiaoli carry plates.

“Ali, what did Xixi mean by ‘kiss’ just now?” Liu Xiaoli sat down in the main seat.

Zhang Li, completely unaware of the huge favor he had enjoyed from Liu Yifei the night before, calmly replied, “Mom, after I finished giving Xixi a massage last night, she insisted on kissing me. I ran to my room, but she chased me, so in the end I kissed her back a little, and then she blamed me.”

To Liu Xiaoli, the matter of being kissed by Liu Yifei was trivial.

Because when he was ten, he was a cute, handsome boy who was popular with older women.

In America, many wealthy wives liked to kiss him, which made Liu Yifei sulky.

Later, it was publicly declared that only she could kiss him, even in front of Liu Xiaoli, like kissing a Barbie doll.

Habits are a frightening thing, so Liu Xiaoli didn’t mind Liu Yifei kissing him; after all, he was growing more handsome and kissable.

“Blaming you back?” Liu Xiaoli didn’t care much about the kiss and sighed, “That’s all my fault for spoiling her.”

Zhang Li immediately comforted her with sweet words.

After breakfast, Liu Xiaoli handed him a key: “You got your driver’s license earlier this year. This is your coming-of-age gift from Mom—a car.”

Zhang Li: “...”

Looking at the key, the car must be a Porsche.

No wonder men like being spoiled by rich women.

Luckily, this was his “mom,” so it was the same.

“Thanks, Mom, but I’m going back to Hengdian today. The car will stay here for now. I’ll have Uncle Li drive me to school later,” Zhang Li accepted the key.

After chatting with Liu Xiaoli for a while longer, Zhang Li headed to the door and got into the car waiting outside.

Once the car drove away, Liu Xiaoli returned to the villa and went upstairs to find Liu Yifei.

“Knock! Knock! Knock!”

Liu Xiaoli knocked on Liu Yifei’s bedroom door.

“Come in,” Liu Yifei’s voice was a bit formal.

Liu Xiaoli rubbed her temples and pushed the door open.

“Mom?” Liu Yifei looked puzzled.

“What, don’t want me to come?” Liu Xiaoli teased.

“No way,” Liu Yifei immediately acted coquettish, “I thought Ali was coming to apologize to me.”

“Apologize?” Liu Xiaoli smiled, “Because he didn’t kiss you, but kissed you instead?”

Liu Yifei’s fair cheeks flushed crimson in an instant. “He told you that?”

“Of course, Ali wouldn’t keep it from me.” Liu Xiaoli reached out and tapped Liu Yifei’s forehead. “You’re old enough now; you need to pay attention to boundaries.”

Liu Yifei felt wronged.

She was the one who had been kissed, yet only she was told to mind boundaries.

“Mom, why are you taking his side?”

“If you bully Ali, do you think I’d side with you?” Liu Xiaoli disapproved. “If he bullied you, I’d help you too. Both sides are my flesh and blood.”

Liu Yifei pretended to be angry: “He’s stealing Mom from me; I’m going to beat him up.”

“Well, no chance today. He’s already gone back to school,” Liu Xiaoli replied.

Liu Yifei: ???

That bastard left without saying goodbye.

She would give him the silent treatment for at least a day—if not seven or even half a month!

Meanwhile, Zhang Li took a car back to the Beijing Film Academy to request leave at the academic office.

The process went smoothly; Beijing Film Academy was much more lenient than the Shanghai Theatre Academy or Central Academy of Drama.

With Tangren’s endorsement and the fact that “The Legend of the Immortal Three” was indeed a quality drama, the academy was happy to grant leave.

“You’re the student who sang the original song at last night’s freshman welcome party, right?” the director in charge sized him up.

“Yes, Director,” Zhang Li replied politely.

“That song was good,” the director smiled. “You’ve gone viral online.”

Gone viral?

Zhang Li left the academic office puzzled and went straight to the school gate to take a taxi to the airport.

In the waiting lounge, he opened his phone to check the news.

Before Weibo, the most popular social network was Kaixin001.

Like Renren, Hi, Together, and Ant, it was a Facebook clone.

On the homepage, he quickly found a post titled “Beijing Film Academy Freshman’s Stunning Original Song.”

Opening the post, he saw a video someone had recorded on their phone, capturing his entire performance from stage entrance to exit with decent resolution. The comments below had already reached over ten thousand, no wonder the director said he was popular.

[Just finished listening, smoked a whole pack, this newcomer is amazing. Looking forward to a studio version.]

[Does anyone know which drama this freshman was talking about?]

[Great video quality. More than the song, I like this guy’s looks and figure. Truly a Beijing Film Academy student.]

[I think I recognize him. During the entrance exam earlier this year, the media called him “The Most Handsome Candidate.” I was amazed then.]

[Handsome, good voice, original talent—I want to know everything about him.]

[The song’s great, but I love his humor more. Kind of like American stand-up comedy, pretty funny.]

[He looks familiar—isn’t he Yang Kang from the recent “Legend of the Condor Heroes”?]

[...]

Most comments were praise.

“Didn’t expect to get a bit of fame,” Zhang Li said, putting away his phone without making a big deal of it.

He’d wait until “Legend of the Condor Heroes” aired on TV before seriously promoting himself.

After half an hour, Zhang Li completed check-in and boarded the plane to Hangzhou.

Once in first class, he prepared to take out his laptop to “originally” write some scripts.

Before he started, a commotion broke out nearby.

Such things were rare in first class; he turned his head in confusion, his eyes widening immediately.

“Holy crap!”

“A sparkling, shining gift package!”