NOVEL NEXT Chapter 319: Life Really Needs Adjustment
"Cough, cough, let's just forget it... we've lost our feelings."
Old Tian was just being polite.
"Damn, no feelings, yet you still took my cat."
Qi Hao got angry.
"Sigh, it's been ten years already!"
Old Tian met Qi Hao in 1999, became Qi Hao's assistant around the Spring Festival of 2000, and shortly thereafter became Qi Hao's manager.
Exactly ten years.
"You're secretly thrilled. You're not even considering how I've blown up over these ten years. If I hadn't, you'd have to suffer with me."
Qi Hao chuckled.
Among the newcomers who debuted those years, only a few remain in the entertainment industry.
Even fewer have become famous.
Faces that were once familiar slowly became blurred, often not recalled.
Only occasionally, in dreams of the past, he's still playing bit parts, surrounded by those who once harbored dreams, rushing towards the entrance of Beijing Film Factory to confront one disappointing tomorrow after another.
Among them, occasionally appeared those he had already forgotten.
"No way, with your image and that drive, it's impossible for you not to succeed."
Old Tian was very certain.
The main reason they clicked so well was their inexplicable confidence.
No matter how many times he was rejected, Qi Hao firmly believed he could become a big star, and Old Tian had not much less confidence than him.
"That's what they call great minds think alike!"
Qi Hao and Old Tian clinked glasses; even though they weren't living together anymore, they were undoubtedly the best of friends.
And also business partners.
Qi Hao entrusted most of his business dealings to Old Tian.
Don't bother asking which is more important, Old Tian or An Feng; that kind of boring question.
Qi Hao wouldn't answer.
"Did you ever think you'd marry An Feng back then?"
Old Tian could drink a bit, and he didn't need to drive himself, as the company had provided him with a dedicated driver.
"You damn... digging a hole for me!"
Qi Hao was speechless; such tactics certainly wouldn't work with him.
Back then, when was it exactly, '04 or '02, regardless of how you look at it, it was perverted.
An Feng couldn't help but laugh on the side.
She quite envied Qi Hao for having a friend like Old Tian.
She did have friends, but none were as close.
"Haha, just joking."
Old Tian was returning the favor to Qi Hao, intending to marry a girl he grew up with, while Qi Hao called this perverted.
But how much better could Qi Hao be?
"Don't listen to his nonsense; I'm actually quite righteous."
Qi Hao emphasized seriously.
After dinner, Old Tian left, and the sky gradually darkened.
Qi Hao drank a little.
Compared to his big capacity, this small amount was nothing notable.
But he felt tipsy.
Because this was his home, the home he shared with An Feng.
The home had a beloved person.
In future times, he would often live here with An Feng.
Passing day after day, night after night.
"Drink some water..."
Seeing Qi Hao sitting there chuckling, An Feng brought him some water.
An Feng shared the same warm feeling.
No fear or anxiety about the future at all.
Qi Hao gave her the greatest sense of security.
Security is merely a feeling, not derived from excessive dowry.
"Did you have someone come to pick you up?"
Even if Qi Hao wasn't drunk, he wouldn't drive An Feng home.
He's consistently cautious in what he does.
Sometimes even overly cautious.
No matter how troublesome, he avoids seeking convenience in risky situations.
In '06, Wu Jing got detained for DUI.
His DUI was dramatic: you've seen DUI arrests on the road, but have you seen one while just moving a car?
He knew he couldn't drive at the time.
So he called for a driver and waited by the car.
But before the driver arrived, a hotel staff member asked Wu Jing to move his car because its position obstructed hotel traffic, preventing cars from leaving the parking lot.
Wu Jing originally wanted to decline, asking the staff to wait until his driver arrived, but couldn't resist their persuasion and moved the car 5 meters.
Unexpectedly, those 5 meters constituted DUI.
Certainly he wasn't innocent; whether it's five meters or five centimeters, as long as the car moves, it's DUI.
Qi Hao took this as a warning.
He resolutely avoided touching the steering wheel when there's alcohol in his system.
"I'm not going back today; I'll call my mom later."
No need to go back since there's nothing to do.
Right now it's rush hour.
Don't expect to be home in less than three or four hours.
She helped decorate a lot in this courtyard.
She could sleep in her little study.
Very cozy.
"Aren't you afraid I'll turn wild here?"
Qi Hao was speechless, previously concerned about hotel safety, so there'd never been any indecency.
But now they're home.
Not only safe, but everything is easily manageable.
"Are you planning to turn wild now? Should I take a shower then..."
An Feng wasn't afraid at all.
"Uh, next time, feeling worn out from moving today."
Qi Hao felt humiliated,
Girl, please respect this rascal profession. I say such things to see you blush, lower your head in shyness, not to see you eager-eyed wanting to try.
"Uh... is it because you're too tired hence not possible?"
An Feng was curious about such matters.
She'd heard that drinking leads to chaos but also heard it actually doesn't work.
Now there's a subject for observation.
"No! You want to give it a go!"
Qi Hao gritting his teeth.
"Better not, my mom advised me to be reserved, sigh, says things easily obtained won't be cherished."
An Feng was sure Qi Hao wasn't that impatient.
"Your mom's absolutely right!"
After a short rest, Qi Hao began setting up the new home.
Many daily items were still not placed.
Going by his habits, the decorating company wouldn't help.
He needed to see what else required procurement.
Buy bit by bit, bring them back, arrange according to future plans, turning the originally deserted courtyard into a home.
This feeling was quite intriguing.
"Here's the master bedroom, where we both will stay, how do you find the lighting?"
Qi Hao turned on to test.
An Feng jumped onto the bed, sat at the headboard to see if it was comfy.
Upon hearing that, she asked, "Any dim nightlights around? I'm afraid of the dark, might need to get up for the bathroom sometimes."
"The last button at the bedside switches on the nightlight..."
Qi Hao turned off the main light, leaving the nightlight on.
"Too bright, I want the kind of brightness you can sleep with."
An Feng felt it too bright.
"Sleeping with a light on?"
Qi Hao was stunned; what kind of habit is that?
"You sleep without any light on, not seeing a thing..."
Indeed, life requires adjustment.
An Feng had discovered quite a few differences between her and Qi Hao.
"Not much; my sleep is fine, doesn't matter if lights are on."
Qi Hao was concerned about his training space.
Though externally he remained, there wasn't any reaction outwardly.
If An Feng thought something happened to him.
That'd be awkward.
"Maybe keep a bit of light."
An Feng wasn't unwilling to change her habits but wanted to consider Qi Hao's.
Finding an acceptable plan for both.
Marriage means more adjustments.
Later on, this sort of thing would occur often.
"I'll swap the bulb's wattage later; is this color comfortable?"
Qi Hao could handle such small chores himself.
Should have installed adjustable brightness lights.
"I like hugging something while sleeping..."
An Feng looked at Qi Hao.
The implication was clear: mind if I hug while sleeping.
"..."
Qi Hao felt a headache. He liked lying flat and peacefully sleeping.
Convenient for entering his training space.
If An Feng enjoyed hugging him, and frequently restless while asleep, he might not have time for his training space.
"Humph, plenty of people want a hug."
Still hesitating, An Feng didn't know what more to say.
She thought she seemed fragrant and soft.
Surely it would be very comfy to hug.