Chapter 780 - 420: Not Easy (4)

Can’t delay any longer, delay leads to change!

Li Peifeng anxiously checked the time.

It was nine at night, and Zhao Qingge had been in the shower for sixty-five minutes and still hadn’t come out. He couldn’t help but ask loudly, "Are you done yet?"

He asked twice before getting an even more impatient reply, "I’m done, just getting dressed!"

Li Peifeng, of course, knew she was getting dressed, but he also understood that the real reason Old Zhao was hesitant to come out was her anxiety about what was going to happen next.

So his purpose in asking was to prompt her, but even after three more minutes, Zhao Qingge still hadn’t come out. Li Peifeng couldn’t help but say, "This situation reminds me of a line from a novel."

"If a man lives to be sixty, at least ten years of that time is wasted."

"Because in those ten years, at least five are spent waiting for a woman to change clothes. Do you know what the other five years are wasted on?"

"..."

Zhao Qingge didn’t reply, and Li Peifeng chuckled and answered his own question, "The other five years are spent waiting for a woman to undress."

"Really?"

Zhao Qingge finally came out, her face expressionless. Wrapped tightly in a loose bathrobe, her arms crossed, she stopped three meters from the bed and Li Peifeng, adopting a defensive posture. "Then the time you’ve wasted in your life is probably more than ten years, at least fifty, considering the number of women you’ve had to wait for to change and undress."

Li Peifeng was at a loss for words: "...At this point, can we talk about something lighter?"

Zhao Qingge stared at him for a moment, pressed her lips together, and then sat down at the corner of the bed, turning sideways toward Li Peifeng. She started a topic about whether the three million dowry from her parents had arrived.

Although Li Qiyuan and Yu Huizhi strongly insisted that Zhao Haiqi shouldn’t contribute, Zhao Qingge’s parents still handed it over, directly depositing it into Li Peifeng’s account so that the couple could buy a nice car, as a small gesture of goodwill from them.

Unfortunately, due to the special nature of the sum, as Li Peifeng anticipated, it didn’t increase the lottery limit, which he didn’t mind too much.

However, when Zhao Qingge suddenly brought it up, Li Peifeng immediately felt uneasy, his eyelid twitching. He tentatively said, "It arrived... Should I transfer it to you?"

"Transfer it here."

Zhao Qingge emphasized, "Right now, and also your savings from trading oil, give those to me too."

Li Peifeng was stunned, "That’s for rights investments, and I’ve given you the card for my earnings and salary. Do you really need that money too? Isn’t that too much?"

"You’re the one who’s too much!"

Zhao Qingge said calmly, "If you fire He Yimeng, I won’t just give up that money, I’ll even return your salary card. But if you can’t fire her, give me all the money. I’ll transfer it back to you when you need it."

Oh Mengmeng, why did you have to come to the wedding? Any drama for yourself also means trouble for me!

Li Peifeng sighed inwardly, feeling briefly sad about his impending complete loss of economic independence. But he quickly nodded decisively, "Okay, but let’s wait until tomorrow to transfer, I can’t handle large transactions on my phone."

Zhao Qingge’s expression softened slightly, "You agree?"

Li Peifeng thought to himself that if he didn’t agree, he probably wouldn’t be getting into her bed tonight, so he gave a positive answer.

Becoming poor, Li Peifeng thought, wasn’t entirely a bad thing because he had plenty of rich women around him. He could always borrow from them if needed, and being in a tight financial situation could motivate him to get more lottery chances.

Lately, Li Peifeng hadn’t really been getting many lottery opportunities because he himself was quite wealthy, which made him forget he had a ’gold digger system’.

"And then there’s that West Continent Company..."

Subsequently, Zhao Qingge mentioned she was going to visit West Continent Company tomorrow, and Li Peifeng nodded his agreement.

"It’s good to take a look. We’ve settled on some character images, so you can suggest some ideas when you get there."

Zhao Qingge’s requests were all met, and she gained control of the household finances, though she couldn’t get Li Peifeng to sever ties with He Yimeng. Nonetheless, at that moment she could barely accept it, "If you’re sleepy, go ahead and sleep. I’m going to write something."

"What are you writing this late? Can’t it wait until tomorrow?"

Li Peifeng slightly furrowed his brows, watching as Zhao Qingge stood up and went to the desk, and he followed her over.

As Zhao Qingge was about to reach for the drawer, she paused, staring at him as though to emphasize, "I’m going to write a diary."

Li Peifeng stood by, showing no signs of leaving, and reminded her, "You and I are in sync."

Zhao Qingge frowned slightly, realizing that even without seeing it, he could know what she wrote in her diary, making it unnecessary to avoid his presence. Besides, they were already married... Let him look if he wants.

Unlocking the drawer, Zhao Duoduo took out her diary and flipped precisely to the latest blank page, writing today’s date.

[July 17th, Clear.]

[I got married.]

Pausing, Zhao Qingge seemed to be in thought. Several seconds later, she looked up at Li Peifeng.

"Go on."

Li Peifeng, deep in thought, said, "Write about your feelings today, your impressions of the wedding, moments that made a deep impression, things to be thankful for... You can write it all, don’t you remember you taught me how to write a diary?"

Zhao Qingge pressed her lips again, looked back at the diary, and after a few seconds, began to write.

[My feelings are very complicated; I’m not particularly happy because I don’t know when I might get divorced.]

Looking up again at Li Peifeng, Zhao Qingge’s gaze had a hint of doubt, with a trace of bewilderment and helplessness hidden in her eyes.

"We don’t have to divorce, really; eventually, I can get simultaneous certificates with them in different cities, though it’s a bit risky..."