After my divorce, I started to have good luck
Chapter 16 Is It Really a Coincidence?

Chapter 16: Chapter 16 Is It Really a Coincidence?

Chen Feng was utterly baffled at this moment. He really hadn’t expected such a coincidence, to run into them at a hotel.

"Why are you following me? Did someone send you? If you tell me, I won’t call the police, otherwise, I have no choice but to call them."

The woman in sunglasses threatened from behind Sister E.

"I’m staying at this hotel, 5032. And I got here before you, took a bath, and changed my clothes. Does that count as stalking?"

Indeed, it was such a coincidence that Chen Feng explained briefly. Then, he ignored them and walked past them, striding away confidently.

Watching Chen Feng walk away, the two women finally relaxed.

The woman in sunglasses, Zhang Jingwen, patted her chest and asked, "Sister E, should we call the police and have him arrested?"

Wang Yuee slightly frowned and said, "It’s probably a coincidence. You might have misunderstood him."

"Sister E, in half a day, no, within an hour, I’ve run into him three times in different places. First on the plane, where he deliberately bumped into my back to get my attention. Then he followed me, making that taxi driver crash into our car. And now, we happen to encounter him here again. How can there be such coincidences in this world? He must be following me."

Wang Yuee shook her head and said, "It must have been an accident on the plane; the rear-end accident wasn’t his fault either—the driver is a local from Beijing, and this man staying at the hotel obviously isn’t a local, so they shouldn’t cross paths. Moreover, the rear-ending was due to a stray cat suddenly running onto the road, causing me to brake hard, so it couldn’t have been planned. The hotel here is even more of a coincidence—Little Liu booked the hotel for us, how could he possibly have known you were staying here?"

"Is that really impossible? Could it actually be a coincidence?" Zhang Jingwen still expressed her skepticism. "He might want to get to know me on purpose, create opportunities to chase after me, play tricks, and deceive for money or sex. Do you think that’s possible?"

Wang Yuee rolled her eyes and said, "Look at how overweight he is, and he seems to be about thirty, how could that be? I don’t think he has any intention of getting to know you at all, so how could he trick you? And deceiving for money or sex is even more unlikely, you’re not that foolish."

Zhang Jingwen nodded in firm agreement, "That’s right. I’m not that foolish. Those who want to trick me haven’t been born yet."

Wang Yuee resisted the urge to roll her eyes again and said, "Let’s go," taking the lead to continue walking.

Speaking of coincidences, their room number was 5031, right across from Chen Feng’s room.

Seeing this room number and thinking of the one Chen Feng had reported earlier, Zhang Jingwen felt unsettled again: "Sister E, you heard it just now, he said he lives in 5032, right across from us. Isn’t this an overly extreme coincidence?" Wang Yuee also started to doubt her previous judgment but still shook her head and said, "That’s impossible. I don’t think he looks like a bad person."

Zhang Jingwen retorted, "A bad person wouldn’t have ’bad person’ written on their face. We’d better be careful. Tomorrow, have the company send me two reliable bodyguards."

Wang Yuee smiled wryly, "If you do that, people will say you’re showing off again."

Zhang Jingwen replied unhappily, "Let them talk. If they can, they should try to be like me. They only know how to gossip behind my back, losers."

"Alright, alright. I’ll get in touch with the company tomorrow. But you’re only staying here for one day and going back tomorrow, is it really necessary?"

"Safety first."

"Okay."

...

Chen Feng found the buffet and had himself a splendid meal, feeling it was well worth it afterward. Not to mention anything else, he ate nearly a pound of salmon alone, drank a whole bottle of fine champagne that would cost over a hundred outside. He also didn’t skimp on seafood like scallops, prawns, and abalone.

For the fruit, cherries were available for the taking; just indulging in these few items to his heart’s content ensured he got his money’s worth.

Back in his room, he lay on the bed, turned on the TV for a bit but got bored, and then started surfing on his phone.

These past two years, he had been very decadent and somewhat reclusive, barely keeping in touch with a few friends. He hardly ever posted on his social media.

He didn’t play games either, just liked to read online novels and scroll through short videos.

While he was in the middle of watching short videos, his phone dinged—it was a WeChat message.

Exiting the short video app, he opened WeChat. It was from the wild girl, Qin Xiaorou.

"Why don’t you ever contact me? Do you expect us girls to take the initiative to contact you, a big man?"

Chen Feng found this wild girl a bit of a headache and didn’t want to bother with her, pretending not to see the message.

He continued to browse short videos, and within a few minutes, there was another ding-dong notification. Chen Feng ignored it, and then quickly, another ding-dong.

Chen Feng had no choice but to open WeChat again.

"Aren’t you there?"

"I know you are. It’s been so long, I don’t believe you’re not checking your phone? Reply to me quickly, or I’ll get angry (ˋ＾ˊ)"

Seeing this, Chen Feng had no choice but to reply:

"I was just taking a shower, what’s up?"

"That’s a lame excuse. Can’t I look for you if there’s nothing wrong?"

Sure enough, it’s the wild girl’s bad temper again.

Chen Feng started to feel a headache: "I have to put my daughter to sleep, let’s talk next time if there’s nothing urgent."

"You have a daughter?"

"Yeah, she’s three."

After a while, she replied: "Alright then, go tend to your daughter."

Seeing this, Chen Feng let out a slight smile, not feeling bad about lying to this wild girl. After all, she was too hot-headed, and he wasn’t her dad; he really didn’t have the time to chat idly with her.

Next, Chen Feng comfortably watched short videos until eleven o’clock, without any WeChat disturbances, then went to sleep until daylight.

The alarm was set for six o’clock. He got up, had a free breakfast in the hotel restaurant, which was very generous.

After breakfast, he took a car to Shuangyun Hospital. It was easy to find a scalper at the hospital entrance, who sold him the specialist appointment he wanted. He waited in line, went through various check-ups, and then, unsurprisingly, the medical equipment at this hospital also seemed faulty.

Holding the brain tumor diagnosis report, Chen Feng received another death sentence from a specialist, successfully fell into despair, and hurriedly left.

This damn hospital! I’m never coming back.

Chen Feng randomly got into a taxi at the entrance and casually told the driver, "Just drive around."

The driver happily responded with an "Okay!" and started to joyfully cruise around the city, not slow at all. The goal, of course, was to earn more money.

Chen Feng leaned back in the taxi with his eyes closed, his mind empty, letting his thoughts wander.

This diagnosis from Shuangyun Hospital completely dispelled Chen Feng’s hope of a fluke.

It was certain that he had a terminal illness. With the not-so-many days left, Chen Feng decided to first go back to his hometown.

After all, his parents were still alive, and he hadn’t visited them during the holidays for the past two years, which was truly unfilial.

If he were to pass away, his parents would definitely be heartbroken, but luckily he had a brother who could later take care of them.

As he was thinking about all this, he heard the taxi driver shout, "Fuck," followed by a loud bang and the car shaking.

Damn it, another rear-end collision!?

Where’s my good luck? Could it be that after selling the ambergris, my good fortune is over?