Becoming a Billionaire From Awakening a System

"Flowers?"

Hearing this, Yang Qingqing, who was sitting to the side, started to get restless.

"You’ve never given Mom or me flowers, not once in our entire lives."

"And now you’re going to give flowers to some woman you don’t even know?"

"Yang Qiniang, don’t you think you’re going a little too far?"

As she spoke, Yang Qingqing reached for the bank card in Yang Qiniang’s pocket.

"Give me back the money I scrimped and saved to give you!"

Faced with Yang Qingqing’s sudden outburst, Yang Qiniang was clearly struggling to handle it.

"Don’t be mad, I bought you some too!" he said quickly.

"Stop grabbing, stop it!"

’I just barely got my hands on that bank card.’

’There’s no way I’m just giving it back to Yang Qingqing.’

"Hey, this money is to help Brother Feng out with something. Stop grabbing!"

Hearing Yang Qiniang try to pin the blame on him, Lin Feng threw up his hands in resignation.

"It’s fine. Give the money back to Qingqing. I can give you some funds."

’Another sum of operating funds?’

’Is that even the same thing?’

’Even if Lin Feng gave him money, it would be 500,000 at most.’

Yang Qiniang knew perfectly well which was more: one million or five hundred thousand.

So giving the money back was absolutely out of the question.

"I really did buy you some!"

"If you don’t believe me, you’ll see when the flowers are delivered later."

Yang Qingqing didn’t stop, so Yang Qiniang had no choice but to try and stall for time.

"Really?"

Hearing this, Yang Qingqing finally stopped.

"Couldn’t be more true!"

"Would I lie to you?" Yang Qiniang quickly added.

"I’ll believe you for now. But if you didn’t buy me any, you know what’ll happen."

Yang Qingqing glared at Yang Qiniang.

Then she continued to eat her meal.

Yang Qiniang, on the other hand, sat there wanting to take out his phone and make a call.

But after glancing at Yang Qingqing, he stopped.

He looked just like a kid who’d done something wrong and was about to be caught by his parents.

"Brother Nian."

"Mind coming to the restroom with me?"

Lin Feng, seeing that Yang Qiniang wanted to make a phone call, offered an excuse.

"Let’s go, let’s go. I actually have to go to the restroom too."

Yang Qiniang looked as if he’d been granted a pardon.

He immediately got up and headed for the restroom.

Lin Feng glanced at Yang Qiniang’s retreating back, then told Su Ruoxi to go ahead and eat with Yang Qingqing.

He added that they would all go to the welcome gala together later.

In truth, everyone knew exactly what Yang Qiniang was up to.

But Yang Qingqing chose to turn a blind eye.

She had given Yang Qiniang that money, and she wasn’t actually going to take it back.

She was just indignant that her brother would forget all about his sister the moment he had a "goddess" in his sights.

As long as Yang Qiniang could produce the flowers he promised, Yang Qingqing was willing to forgive him.

Lin Feng got up and followed Yang Qiniang into the restroom.

Once inside, Yang Qiniang frantically pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Hello? Hi, I’m Yang Qiniang, the one who ordered flowers from your shop at noon."

"Yes, that’s right. So, the thing is, I’d like to order another bouquet."

"What? The person delivering the flowers has already arrived?"

"Are you serious? Is there any way you can rush another bouquet over here right now?"

"Please, you have to help me. If you can’t get another bouquet here, it’s going to be a disaster."

"Alright, alright. Where’s the delivery person now? I’ll go pick it up myself."

After a few more words, Yang Qiniang hung up, his face a mask of dejection.

"What’s wrong? Problem with Qingqing’s flowers?"

Lin Feng asked with a chuckle.

"What flowers for her? Brother Feng, you’re kidding me."

"Oh? In that case, you’d better start thinking about how you’re going to hold onto that bank card."

Lin Feng was now in the mood to sit back and watch the drama unfold, since it had nothing to do with him.

"Sigh... Brother Feng, what do you think? If I just pull one rose out of the bouquet and give it to Qingqing, do you think she’ll forgive me?"

"Hard to say. It depends on how many you’re giving to that senior."

Lin Feng said with a shrug.

"If you were only giving the senior one rose too, I doubt Qingqing would make a fuss."

"Well, it’s close enough. I only ordered ninety-nine roses."

Even Yang Qiniang himself sounded embarrassed saying it.

’Ninety-nine roses for the senior.’

’And then pull a single one out for his own sister?’

’Right.’

’No wonder Yang Qingqing flew off the handle.’

After hearing this, even Lin Feng couldn’t help but give Yang Qiniang a thumbs-up.

"Impressive. You’re really something else."

"If that’s the case, I’d advise you to just obediently hand that bank card over to Qingqing."

Lin Feng felt a bit helpless himself.

"Don’t say that, Brother Feng! Help me think of something."

Yang Qiniang really didn’t want to lose that one million.

The feeling of having something and then losing it is so much worse than never having had it at all.

"Well, it’s not like there aren’t any options."

Lin Feng chuckled slyly.

"What is it? Tell me, Brother Feng."

Hearing Lin Feng had a plan, Yang Qiniang’s eyes immediately lit up.

"How about this: you give one rose to Qingqing and one to your senior."

"And I’ll take the rest to give to Su Ruoxi."

"How about it?"

"After all, you can’t give one bouquet to two different people, right?"

Yang Qiniang immediately wanted to refuse.

But Lin Feng gave him a meaningful look.

"Think carefully. Otherwise, I’ll go out there and tell Qingqing the truth."

’Fine.’

Yang Qingqing was indeed Yang Qiniang’s Achilles’ heel.

The moment she was mentioned, Yang Qiniang’s defiant attitude instantly vanished.

"It’s not my place to say, Brother Feng, but your allowance is in the millions. Why are you so obsessed with my few-hundred-yuan purchase?"

Yang Qiniang looked resigned.

"Just tell me, are you giving them to me or not?"

Lin Feng didn’t argue, just gave another sly chuckle.

"Fine, fine, I’ll give them to you. But you’d better pay me back for them. They’re ten yuan a piece, you know."

"Damn! You’re not much better than I am, are you?"

"I’m not rich like you. I have to pinch every penny."

With that, Yang Qiniang started to walk out.

But Lin Feng pulled him back.

"You’re not going to wash your hands before going out?"

"Don’t forget what you came in here to do."

"Oh, right. Almost blew my cover."

In reality, it wasn’t that Yang Qingqing desperately wanted flowers.

Even jewelry worth tens of thousands might not have elicited much of a surprise from her.

But the fact that Yang Qiniang was giving flowers to another girl and not her—that she couldn’t tolerate.

After Lin Feng and Yang Qiniang came out of the restroom, they said a quick word to Su Ruoxi and Yang Qingqing before heading toward the campus gate.

It had to be said, a bouquet of ninety-nine roses was quite large.

When Lin Feng held it in his arms, it was large enough to hide half his torso.

It drew plenty of stares on their way back.

Following alongside him, Yang Qiniang could only clutch the two single roses that had been plucked from the bouquet.

He looked rather pathetic.

But then again, it was his own fault for not thinking things through.

It was Lin Feng’s first time giving flowers to Su Ruoxi.

Although it was a bit high-profile,

seeing the smile on Su Ruoxi’s face,

made Lin Feng feel like he should do this more often.

Beside them, Yang Qingqing had clearly figured out that the bouquet now in Su Ruoxi’s arms was very likely the one Yang Qiniang had originally intended for the senior.

But she wasn’t angry either.

Holding a rose in her hand, she glanced at the rose in Yang Qiniang’s hand.

Her eyes were filled with smug satisfaction.

By the time Su Ruoxi and Yang Qingqing returned from putting the flowers back in their dorm room,

it was already past seven in the evening.