My System Forces Me to Live off Women

Chapter 542: Chapter 346: Mom and Dad, You Should Have a Second Child (2)

"Get lost!"

Faced with Xu Manning’s angry shout, Li Peifeng didn’t have anything to retort. He had to admit he couldn’t achieve absolute fairness.

Among the four girls, Li Peifeng indeed favored Zhao Qingge a bit more, because of Old Zhao’s age, personality, status, appearance, family... For all sorts of reasons combined, it led to this imbalance, making him want to get the marriage certificate with Zhao Qingge first.

In the end, Li Peifeng thought if he didn’t put Zhao Qingge first, Old Zhao would probably never agree to marry him for the second, third, or even the fourth time. No matter how Li Peifeng explained, Zhao Duoduo would disagree and would just turn and leave without even thinking.

This woman is very principled, in short, she’s just stubborn.

The other three, however, definitely didn’t have as strong an attitude towards the order of getting the marriage certificate as Zhao Qingge did.

What does this mean? It means Zhao Duoduo’s united front value is very high!!

High united front value means deserved privileges, as for the other three, since they can’t bear to have a complete fallout... they’ll have to suffer a little bit.

"For you, I endure the cold wind~ shed tears when lonely~"

"Someone asks me about right and wrong~ talk about right and wrong..."

"Ring, ring, ring, ring~"

At 5 p.m., just after Li Peifeng posted a singing video on Douyin, the phone rang; the caller was Zhao Qingge.

He was somewhat surprised; a few days ago they had some phone sex, after which Li Peifeng proposed ’taking turns to get certificates,’ which made Zhao Qingge very angry and not contact him since. What was the proactive call about now?

"Hello?"

In puzzlement, Li Peifeng answered the call, and Zhao Qingge spoke up: "Your birthday is on Spring Festival day, right?"

"...Yes."

"How do you plan to celebrate it?"

Li Peifeng was flattered: "Not celebrating, not celebrating, just you remembering my birthday makes me very happy."

Zhao Qingge calmly replied: "Do you want a birthday gift?"

Did she cool off so fast?

Li Peifeng’s mind raced, and he smiled: "Of course I do, what do you plan to give me?"

Zhao Qingge succinctly said: "Check the email."

Email, the gift is in the email? What could it be? A poem written by Old Zhao? Or a song she personally sang?

"Hold on a moment."

Feeling both puzzled and expectant, Li Peifeng sat in front of the computer, opened TT, and checked the latest email from Zhao Qingge. In the attachment, there was a document...

"Translate that English article, and give it to me before the first day of the lunar new year."

Zhao Qingge’s words left Li Peifeng stunned: "...Weren’t you going to give me a birthday gift?"

"Check the email body."

Email body?

In the email body are two paragraphs, but the font was small, and because it was in the middle of the page, Li Peifeng, having found the attachment, had directly scrolled to the bottom and didn’t notice these two paragraphs;

——

"Sunshine endows you with maturity, moonlight adds to your wisdom. As your birthday approaches, may the blessings of friends converge into the source of your happiness. Happy birthday, wishing you academic success."

"——Translate the following 18,000-word English document, and you will receive the birthday reward of improving your English skills."

——

I thought at least there’d be an e-card!!! But... is this a joke?

Li Peifeng resisted the urge to complain, keeping a calm expression: "Can I refuse this reward?"

Zhao Qingge’s tone was light: "You can of course choose to refuse my gift, but you still have to translate the article because you’re currently my student."

Of course, I am your prized disciple, serving the teacher when needed, an idle errand runner when not!!

Li Peifeng gritted his teeth and accepted grudgingly: "Then I guess I’ll accept it."

Zhao Qingge acknowledged with a hmm and reminded: "Remember to send it to me before the first of the month."

"Okay, anything else?"

Zhao Qingge paused for a moment and said: "You haven’t said thank you yet."

Why should I say thank you? Is it for the insincere birthday wishes you sent, or for the new winter holiday homework you assigned me?!!

Li Peifeng protested in silence.

But Zhao Qingge wasn’t concerned: "This gift was carefully selected, with a lot of thought put into it. I picked a document that is challenging and has a large vocabulary to help improve your English skills. If you’re not satisfied, I can choose something even harder..."

Li Peifeng rolled his eyes and interrupted: "Thank you for the birthday gift, goodbye!"

A moment of patience brings calm, but the more you think about it, the more it gets under your skin.

Among the four girls, three couldn’t accompany him, and he got an extra piece of holiday homework as a birthday gift.

After hanging up, Li Peifeng felt uneasy, and this feeling of oppression in his heart prompted him to post a new WeChat moment to express his thoughts.

However, this time Li Peifeng was cleverer. He made sure the four girls couldn’t see it, adding a slightly risque photo he had previously sent Yun Xin Yue Xing but wasn’t too explicit, with a simple phrase attached;

"In the end, it’s just me shouldering everything alone!"

Soon enough, there were plenty of comments underneath, primarily from former female friends or members of the Scum Girl Chasing Wind Team. Li Peifeng focused on typing and only occasionally glanced at comments, choosing not to reply.

As he was about to turn twenty-four, Li Peifeng realized, just like in previous years, he had no birthday to celebrate. He felt somewhat disappointed but was trying to find ways to comfort himself.

Celebrating a birthday is just like celebrating the new year. The older you grow, the less meaning it seems to hold; it’s really nothing worth celebrating. With the Spring Festival already there, why bother buying a cake and lighting candles for a birthday just to make a wish that won’t come true, a double reminder that you’re a year older?

......

"Another year older."

On January thirty-first, New Year’s Eve, at eight in the evening, a family of three watched the Spring Festival Gala opening performance on TV while making dumplings. Li Qiyuan suddenly sighed.