Chapter 37: Can a Roasted Chicken Already in Hand Come Back to Life and Fly Away?

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoli almost coughed up blood.

That bastard, actually belittling her in front of two other women.

Lose weight?

She was practically starving to death!

"Lin Feng! Don't push your luck!"

Wang Xiaoli roared in anger; perhaps because she had just eaten a little, she actually sounded quite imposing.

Lin Feng didn't care, giving Li Bing a look.

Li Bing understood immediately; she bit into a potato chip with her red lips and offered it to him, her body pressing tightly against his.

Lin Feng was very satisfied. After taking the chip, he stroked Li Bing's hair as if he were petting a well-behaved puppy.

"Good girl. Go rest on the side for a bit; we'll continue our 'battle' later."

Lin Feng shooed the two women away, turned to the screen, and a cold sneer appeared on his lips.

"Spit it out if you have something to say, and don't keep me from having fun with these women."

Looking at the potato chip crumbs on the corner of Lin Feng’s mouth, Wang Xiaoli subconsciously licked her own lips. Her stomach was craving food intensely at that moment, and it began to ache faintly again.

She was practically starving, while he was being fed potato chips by beautiful women—it was simply too much to bear. Her heart was filled with resentment, and she glared at him coldly.

Wang Xiaohu was hiding in the corner, knowing that Lin Feng didn't like him. He figured he should stay out of sight so as not to ruin his sister's plan. Seeing that Wang Xiaoli was about to lose her temper, he hurriedly gestured with his eyes.

Noticing Wang Xiaohu's signal, Wang Xiaoli remembered the purpose of contacting Lin Feng. She stared at the phone screen with a serious expression.

"You have disappointed me so much. I didn't expect you to be such a lecherous man."

Lin Feng took a sip of the Youlemei milk tea handed to him by Zhang Xueqi. Li Bing stood outside the screen, using a tissue to wipe the chip crumbs from his mouth.

"Do I need to report to you what I want to do? What does someone like you have to do with me now? What right do you have to critique my life? Let me remind you, you ragged old hag, we broke up over three months ago!"

Hearing Lin Feng call her an "old hag," Wang Xiaoli was so furious she could have smoked from her ears.

"How dare you say that to me? Do you not understand my intentions? We were together for four years, and you couldn't even afford to buy a house. Breaking up was just a way to motivate you; I wanted you to strive for more."

Lin Feng was glad he had already swallowed his milk tea, or he would have sprayed it out laughing.

"Keep making it up, I'm listening."

Zhang Xueqi fed another piece of pork jerky into Lin Feng’s mouth. These snacks were all things he had scavenged from his neighbors' homes.

"Brother Feng, how does it taste?"

"It's alright, but not as good as the steak we had for lunch."

Wang Xiaoli swallowed hard as she watched the pork jerky. Seeing the interaction between Lin Feng and Zhang Xueqi, her anger surged.

"Bitch! That food should have been mine!"

Wang Xiaoli took a deep breath, trying to suppress the fire in her heart.

"Lin Feng, I do bear some responsibility for our breakup back then. But don't you have 99% of the fault? Look at other people's boyfriends—all driving Audis and Mercedes. You were just riding an electric scooter to deliver food; what kind of bullshit job is that? Have you ever thought about how we would live after getting married? What if we had a child? Would you want them to lose at the starting line from birth? Besides, you have to think about me too. I work for a government agency. If someone asks what my husband does, can I say he delivers takeout?"

Lin Feng was almost amused to the point of anger. The woman was actually playing the "child" card; she must have truly gone crazy with hunger.

"Don't change the subject. I'll ask you one thing: why did you transfer all the money from our joint account the day before we broke up?"

The day before she left, Wang Xiaoli had transferred all of the over one hundred thousand yuan they had saved for their wedding. She hadn't saved a single cent while they were together, but took everything when she left. Lin Feng had been so angry he was preparing legal documents, but before he could finish, the white fog disaster broke out.

Mentioning this, Wang Xiaoli opened her mouth, thought for a few seconds, and began to quibble.

"Why are you like this? You didn't care about money like this before. Didn't you earn that money for me to spend? Besides, as a government employee, I don't need your little bit of money. I just wanted to test your attitude. I didn't expect you to turn into this; it’s so disappointing."

Wang Xiaoli sighed with regret, as if she were the victim.

Lin Feng raised a mocking smile.

"Is that so... Then I'll give you a chance to show your attitude."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoli felt a surge of joy. *I knew you couldn't forget me!*

"Let's live a good life from now on, and let the past be the past," Wang Xiaoli said with a serious face, though she was overjoyed inside.

*This guy really is still the same old simp. He gave up his stance so quickly after just a hint of reconciliation.*

She was already imagining how she would drive those two flashy hussies away once she got to Lin Feng's place. The food would definitely be under her control. Once she held the power over the food, how she treated Lin Feng would be entirely up to her.

Standing in the corner, Wang Xiaohu was jumping with excitement. He was already imagining the taste of gnawing on a roasted chicken leg. The aroma of that delicious fat was enough to make his mouth water.

Lin Feng looked at the phone screen with a cold sneer.

"We'll talk about living a good life later. First, let me see your attitude. Kneel down right now and kowtow to me three times!"

The smile on Wang Xiaoli's face froze instantly. She slammed the table and stood up.

"Lin Feng, don't go too far! I am a government employee now; this is not just an insult to me!"

Wang Xiaohu was dying of anxiety watching this and signaled frantically. *The roasted chicken is in our hands—are you going to let it fly away?*

Wang Xiaoli was in the middle of a rage and didn't notice him at all, so he had to walk over and whisper a reminder.

"Sis, don't be angry. Just appease him, and then we can eat."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoli felt conflicted. Face—such a hollow thing—meant nothing in the face of hunger. In comparison, she never wanted to experience stomach cramps again.

But there was a prerequisite to all this. If this were a private video call between just her and Lin Feng, she wouldn't be this angry; perhaps she would have already knelt and be wondering how to kowtow more gracefully.

But!

Lin Feng had two bitches on his side watching with smiles on their faces. Her brother was also watching right next to her. Wang Xiaoli really couldn't bring herself to kneel and kowtow to her ex-boyfriend, the simp.

Lin Feng didn't give her a chance to struggle.

"Asking you to kowtow isn't to insult you, but to see your attitude. Wang Xiaoli, you really have disappointed me. You won't even kneel and kowtow, and you dare talk about living together?"

With that, he hung up the phone, leaving Wang Xiaoli trembling with rage, alone in disarray.

"Damn it!"

*Wasn't that supposed to be my line?*

Wang Xiaohu’s face turned livid with anger. Did the roasted chicken really fly away?

"Sis! When you two were together before, you played so wild every day, what would be wrong with kneeling for him? Does acting pure now fill our bellies? If we don't get food, we're both going to starve to death, and the Wang family line will end!"