My System Forces Me to Live off Women-Chapter 108 - 105: Dear Mom and Dad

"What’s it like to kiss a girl?"

Out of the 7.6 billion people in the world, there probably aren’t many who can answer this question.

But Li Peifeng is one of them, and having just experienced it first-hand, the impression is deeply ingrained in him...

It felt like a ball of True Qi was running rampant within him, igniting large patches of fire across his skin and deep within his organs, with hundreds of known and unknown beasts roaring and howling in his mind.

Opening his eyes, he could see the snow of Changbai Mountain, the skyline crashing with waves interwoven with clouds, wild winds sweeping the fallen leaves. Closing his eyes, he felt himself transform into an immortal, a true deity, capable of destroying the world with a wave of his hand.

...

"Beautiful, truly beautiful!"

Li Peifeng felt as if he was walking on clouds back to his room, and finally, it wasn’t until after 9 PM that he had a chance to return his mom’s call.

As soon as he got through, he was instantly jolted awake by an iceberg.

Very hard, very large, very harsh...

"Who is this? Is this Li Peifeng, the Master Li who signed the platinum contract? How is it that you can call from outer space? Is there a signal there?"

"..."

"You’re certainly entitled to some pride, but don’t overdo it. Why are you just now thinking of calling us? This is such a big deal and you only posted it on Moments. As your parents, are we not worth a phone call notification? Where’s your love? Where’s your affection? Has this family not been able to give you warmth? Is it that dad and mom don’t love you enough? Or do you not love us enough..."

After Yu Huizhi finished complaining, she teamed up with Li Qiyuan to deliver a stern but heartfelt critique to Li Peifeng, who humbly listened and accepted all the suggestions and criticisms.

"Yes, yes, mom, you’re right."

"..."

"I will definitely guard against arrogance and impatience, and remember dad’s advice forever in my heart."

"..."

"Yeah, I’m doing pretty well."

"..."

"What? You’re really coming?"

After confirming that his parents would be coming to the Capital on Friday night, which was the next day, by bullet train, Li Peifeng wasn’t surprised, but his feelings were complicated.

Since he started university, they had visited the Capital eight times. Apart from the first time when Li Peifeng started his freshman year, the other seven times were less about visiting their son and more like spending weekends with him.

They would use the excuse of caring for their son’s living and study to actually take vacations or weekends to travel and vacation in the Capital, staying in the apartment, with Li Peifeng footing most of the bills. Occasionally, he even had to play tour guide.

This severely impacted Li Peifeng’s normal life, study, and work, so he was not very willing.

"You wouldn’t have anywhere to stay even if you came. I’m currently sharing a rented place with two other friends, one of them being Wenyue."

"You’re cohabiting with Yueyue?"

Even over the phone, Yu Huizhi’s surprise was palpable.

"It’s a shared rent!"

Li Peifeng emphasized, "There’s also another female classmate who shares a room with Wenyue."

Yu Huizhi’s understanding tone surprisingly carried a hint of disappointment: "Actually, living with Yueyue isn’t a problem. It’s time you found a girlfriend. She’s much better than the previous one, Xu Manning, with whom our family does have a bit of a gap. But Yueyue’s different; both families are in Ningyuan, and they know each other well. Old Wu is a cadre in the sports bureau, Yueyue’s mom is a high school teacher, and she’s an only daughter."

Father Li Qiyuan’s voice sighed in, "The colleagues around your mom and I all know you’re studying at Beihua Teachers’ University. Whenever they ask if you’re dating, we’re embarrassed to say anything!"

They had no idea about Li Peifeng’s campus romantic endeavors; they genuinely believed their son had only had one girlfriend in over five years of university, which, although true, seemed to bother them.

"As for my personal issues, mom, dad, you should really stop worrying so much."

Li Peifeng interrupted, "If you really want to come, stay in a hotel for a couple of days. I’ll book your return tickets now to avoid missing work on Monday."

"You’re already trying to get rid of us before we even arrived."

Li Qiyuan was displeased, "What do you say, wife, should we just not go? Our son doesn’t want us there."

"It’s not that you’re not welcome, it’s just that I’ve been really busy lately."

Busy was indeed the truth. On the other hand, Li Peifeng was pondering the possibility of his parents’ visit leading to Xu Manning and Wu Wenyue taking turns causing chaos when they came because he still remembered what they said in front of the Cartier counter.

If the relationship among the three was exposed in front of his parents, it would definitely cause a stir, something he preferred to avoid.

Li Peifeng added, "Didn’t I just sell the rights to several books? A director’s been discussing scripts with me, and I’m planning to start a new book. The school also wants me to set up a workshop on web novel writing, and even on weekends, I can’t rest... so if you come, I’m afraid I won’t be able to take care of you."

"See!" Li Qiyuan said, heartbroken, "Wife, you were still feeling proud just now. What did I say before? Our son is no longer our son after signing the platinum contract. He’s the son of all readers! He’s the pawn of Endpoint Group, with no familial affection left. Achieving platinum status requires such indifference!"

Li Qiyuan, who teaches Marxism at Liaoyuan University of Technology, sometimes made Li Peifeng feel like his father was on a rooftop, smoking and experiencing loneliness. Occasionally, he would become one of those colleagues who talked about exploitation and oppression, revolution, and the proletariat, playing "The Internationale" in class just to let students feel inspired.

"I’m not, I’m not, dad, what’s gotten into you..."

"Dear, you’re absolutely right."

After a moment of silence, Yu Huizhi agreed with her husband’s words, then became somewhat choked up: "Tonight in Ningyuan City, some people are in love, some are heartbroken, some drive beside the sea, and some are crying because their son resents them. I don’t know how your warm, rich voice of 37.8 degrees could say such cold, heartless things. A huge wave of sadness swept over me, the pain making me restless and uneasy... boohoo."

Yu Huizhi was an art teacher at the Liaoyuan University of Technology’s School of Art. Sensitive at heart, she was artfully emotional, perfectly embodying an artist’s neurotic temperament.

Li Peifeng sighed, "I deserve to die; I should never have booked your return tickets. But didn’t I always book your tickets in advance before? Why are you doing this again?"

Yu Huizhi sobbed, "Mom is already starting to reflect. I’m first considering whether your dad is a qualified father. Looking back at your journey, he’s been instrumental, so then I reflect on myself. Undoubtedly, I’m an excellent mother as well. Your achievements today owe much to mom. So at this moment, I don’t understand, Peifeng, I don’t know my son. Is my love misplaced after all?"

"Mom, you’ve been using this trick on me since I was a child, and it doesn’t work anymore. If you’re truly crying, video call me so I can see your tears; don’t use onions to force it out like last time..."

"The name!"

Yu Huizhi regretfully said, "It must be your father who named you wrong, Peifeng, Peifeng, nurturing the wind, how can a person catch the wind? Even if they catch it, it’s just empty."

"So, are you still coming or not?"

Li Peifeng coughed, "If you’re not coming, I won’t book your return tickets."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Li Peifeng put down his phone and sighed, "I’m so filial, yet they hung up on me..."