Chapter 22

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Tang Zhendong, thank you."

"No problem, it's a hero's duty to help when seeing injustice!" Tang Zhendong patted his chest and said.

"Is that so, you." Yu Qingying gave Tang Zhendong a sidelong glance, and with that glance, it seemed as if the world lost its color. Tang Zhendong was momentarily dazed, but his mind quickly cleared.

"Is your home far? I'll take you back." Although Tang Zhendong thought there wouldn't be another chance to encounter a thug on the way, who could guarantee that? Besides, a wounded beauty's heart needed to be comforted.

Yu Qingying nodded shyly, "Thank you, it won't be too much trouble for you, right?"

"Trouble from a beauty is never real trouble. Let's go!"

The prison was truly a melting pot, with gang leaders, love experts, fraudsters, financial criminals, and all sorts of criminals. Tang Zhendong often enjoyed listening to these people boast, whether it was about fighting, chasing girls, or seducing young women. He learned a lot of the love experts' techniques without showing it.

Today, they finally came in handy.

Yu Qingying lived in the municipal government residential area, which, as the name suggests, was where government officials resided. The environment was serene, with greenery and complete facilities.

"You live here?" Tang Zhendong was somewhat surprised, as it was clear that this place had been designed by a master. The two stone lions at the entrance, standing tall, were the best deterrent against petty criminals.

"This place is quite ordinary. What's so strange about it?"

However, Tang Zhendong's meaning was clearly misunderstood by Yu Qingying. She thought Tang Zhendong had seen through her identity and was commenting on her living in a high-end community.

Tang Zhendong looked at the two stone lions again and nodded, "This place is good, with excellent feng shui!"

"Are you now a fortune teller instead of a fruit seller?" Yu Qingying covered her mouth and laughed lightly.

Tang Zhendong: "I think I can do it?"

"I think you can. You can change careers and do this; it's quite profitable." Yu Qingying's smile grew wider.

"Ha ha, maybe one day I'll really start telling fortunes."

Tang Zhendong had always been puzzled: why did his master teach him such great skills but didn't say a word to him when he was released from prison?

Logically, his master was a contemporary genius, with feng shui and physiognomy skills that were almost magical. Perhaps Tang Zhendong didn't understand this before his release because he hadn't experienced feng shui in practice. But after working with Old Ye a few times, Tang Zhendong truly felt the magic of feng shui. The magic of feng shui lies not in predicting good or bad fortune but in helping people avoid misfortune and turning feng shui into something beneficial for the body.

Although his master never talked about his past before prison, Tang Zhendong knew that his master must have been an outstanding feng shui and physiognomy master before his imprisonment.

However, before his release, his master didn't make any plans for Tang Zhendong's future, just telling him to be a good person after release, to be down-to-earth and honest.

Tang Zhendong didn't think too much about it and didn't dare to forget his master's instructions.

"By the way, Tang Zhendong, you haven't given me your phone number yet?" Although Yu Qingying had wanted to ask for Tang Zhendong's phone number all along, she had held back until now.

It wasn't that Yu Qingying didn't want to ask, but a girl asking a boy for his phone number might seem too forward. So she had held back.

But now they were at her home, and this dolt hadn't even asked for her phone number, which made Yu Qingying a bit impatient. If she didn't ask, she might never have the chance to contact him again.

This dolt had promised to treat her to fruit, hadn't he? How could he treat her without her phone number? Yu Qingying found an excuse for herself and finally asked for the phone number she had been wanting to ask for.

Yu Qingying took out her latest iPhone 4S and wrote down Tang Zhendong's phone number. Tang Zhendong had been waiting for Yu Qingying to tell him her number, but he didn't take out his phone.

It wasn't that he was embarrassed to take out his old Nokia, but he wanted to memorize Yu Qingying's phone number.

Tang Zhendong had been waiting for Yu Qingying to say her phone number, but she never did. Yu Qingying was upset; if he didn't take the initiative to exchange numbers, she would have to. She was already taking the initiative, but he was too lazy to ask for her number. How could Yu Qingying not be angry?

"Alright, I'm home. Thank you for taking me back!" Yu Qingying stopped in front of a three-story villa and said goodbye to Tang Zhendong.

"You're welcome, but you haven't told me your phone number yet, right?" Tang Zhendong saw that they were about to part ways. Although Yu Qingying had his number, he didn't have hers. If Yu Qingying was in a good mood and contacted him, that would be fine, but if she forgot about him, he might lose the chance to meet her again.

Yu Qingying felt a sense of satisfaction when she heard Tang Zhendong finally ask for her number: "You finally asked, huh? Hehe." But even if he asked, it didn't mean she would forgive him, let alone tell him her number easily. Since he was so smart, she would test him.

"Listen carefully, no writing, just use your brain. 13872643175, 13152153685, 13964533899, and so on," Yu Qingying rattled off ten different numbers.

"Got it?" Yu Qingying smiled mischievously.

Tang Zhendong nodded, "More or less."

"One of these is my phone number. Guess which one?" Yu Qingying successfully teased Tang Zhendong and was very happy.

After all, the number of combinations of eleven digits from zero to nine is in the millions. Even though the first two digits of a phone number are usually fixed, there are still too many possibilities. The numbers Yu Qingying said had no pattern, and she didn't believe Tang Zhendong could remember them all.

Moreover, Yu Qingying deliberately made Tang Zhendong guess, which meant he had to memorize the ten phone numbers. Most people could remember three at best, especially since Yu Qingying spoke quickly. If someone tried to memorize them, they would remember one and forget another, ending up only remembering the last one or two.

"Guess quickly. If you get it right, I'll definitely tell you." Yu Qingying blinked her eyes, which were as bright as stars in the sky.

"Let me try, 13152153685?"

"Hehe, you remembered one, but it's not right. Go on."