After my divorce, I started to have good luck
Chapter 19 What’s Going On

Chapter 19: Chapter 19 What’s Going On

Chen Feng, having returned to the hotel, felt a bit dizzy. He lay down on the bed to rest, and soon fell asleep.

He had lived cautiously all his life—though now, diagnosed with a terminal illness, after a period of decadence and despair, he had come to terms with it.

A human life is as fleeting as vegetation in autumn; no one can escape death. It’s just a matter of sooner or later.

Well, dying later is definitely better than dying sooner.

But there’s no helping it. Chen Feng could only accept the inevitable and continue to eat and sleep.

When he woke up, it was almost 3:30 PM.

Thus, Chen Feng could only book the nearest plane at 5:30 PM, still in first class.

It wasn’t that he wanted to indulge; he was pressed for time, and first class was the only section with available seats.

Having booked the ticket, he realized he was starving—that he hadn’t even had lunch yet.

He was close to death; he definitely needed to eat well.

Right then, he packed his bags, checked out of the hotel, and hailed a taxi.

"Master, please take me to the most authentic restaurant around. Expensive is fine, just not too far. Here is your tip, the cab fare is separate."

Chen Feng handed the taxi driver a Red Bull.

The driver happily agreed, and immediately started the car to take Chen Feng to a restaurant a few kilometers away.

It was a Michelin three-star restaurant serving Japanese cuisine.

Chen Feng had only tried Korean cuisine before; he had never tried Japanese, so he thought he might as well give it a try.

The restaurant was located in an expensive commercial district. The entrance was meticulously designed with an all-wood, gray facade that exuded a minimalist and refined style.

Through the main entrance, a lobby and small pond arrangement made quite an artistic impression.

However, Chen Feng was not interested in these details. He went directly inside the restaurant and promptly ordered a 10-course meal as recommended by the waiter.

After waiting about ten minutes, the various dishes gradually arrived at the table, which made Chen Feng somewhat surprised.

He had heard that Japanese cuisine served small portions for each dish, but he didn’t expect them to be this small.

The first course was radish puree with puffer fish milt—an essentially simple soup with radish and puffer fish milt. The bowls were quite large, but the soup inside was very little. Chen Feng finished it quickly with a few spoonfuls and eventually picked up the square bowl and drank it all.

The portions were small, but the taste was truly good.

As the courses continued to be served, and after all ten courses, Chen Feng’s stomach was at most one-third full. Yet, the price was close to two thousand yuan.

This price was unaffordable for most people—one meal here could cover a month’s grocery bills for a normal family.

Therefore, Chen Feng decided not to continue being fleeced. The taste was good, but it still didn’t feel like it was worth the money, especially since he was only one-third full after ten courses.

"Table 25, ready to check out."

Chen Feng walked to the counter to pay.

The pretty waitress in a kimono operated the cash register, and suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, exclaiming in surprise, "Sir, you’ve won a prize!"

What the heck? What’s going on?

Chen Feng was taken aback. Can someone actually win a prize just by eating?

The kimono-clad waitress quickly explained, "Sir, you are our restaurant’s 8888th customer. Today’s meal is on the house, and our restaurant will also give you a VIP card. Whenever you visit us again, you’ll receive a 20% discount."

"Is that really possible?"

Even prepared, Chen Feng was still surprised.

Such luck!

"Yes, sir, you’re really lucky," the kimono-clad waitress giggled behind her hand.

Behind him, a man with glasses looked at Chen Feng with envy, "Buddy, you’re so lucky. I come here to eat every week, and I’ve never encountered such good fortune. If I had come to pay just one minute earlier, that prize would have been mine."

A young woman beside him also felt a similar mix of envy and irritation.

It was such a close call—if they had come just a minute earlier, or if Chen Feng had been a minute later, the prize would have been theirs.

Chen Feng didn’t say much, just smiled. Then, the waitress called the restaurant manager over, who personally processed a VIP card for him, and of course, his meal was on the house.

Chen Feng didn’t care much about the VIP card as he probably wouldn’t be coming back here to eat.

But he did like the free meal; even though he wasn’t short on money, he didn’t mind the perks of free food and drinks.

After leaving the restaurant, there was an hour left before his flight. He hailed a taxi and arrived at the airport fifteen minutes early.

He boarded last and made his way to first class, where a beautiful flight attendant showed him to his seat.

He had just settled his carry-on when a shocked voice came from beside him, "How is it you again?! Why are you still following me?"

Chen Feng turned and saw Zhang Jingwen’s stunned, angry face.

Damn it!

Chen Feng immediately felt like he’d hit the dog. How many times had this happened? Was this some kind of joke?

A young woman like Zhang Jingwen, though beautiful with her classic internet celebrity look, was definitely not his type.

Why did it keep arranging for him to serendipitously meet her?

Chen Feng felt like he was being toyed with, as if an invisible hand was pulling strings, making his luck, including his romantic luck, seemingly lead him unwittingly into situations like this.

But being entangled with a woman like Zhang Jingwen was likely to bring nothing good.

Chen Feng thought, if you’re going to play matchmaker, at least pair me with someone I like. What’s the deal with Zhang Jingwen?

"What on earth is going on with you? Didn’t I make myself clear before? If you keep following me, I’m going to get angry, and I might even call the police."

Zhang Jingwen leaned in close, lowering her voice with a hostile expression after noticing some curious glances from others.

Chen Feng was helpless and could understand her misunderstanding. Anyone would think this was too coincidental to be true.

"I... All right, I’m very sorry. It wasn’t intentional. I promise I won’t bother you; just pretend I don’t exist."

What else could Chen Feng say but apologize and play it down? On this issue, she had all the high ground. One call to the police and he’d be in trouble.

Besides, Chen Feng had already realized that this woman was no ordinary person; she traveled in luxury and was escorted by bodyguards. Was she someone to mess with?

He was close to death; he didn’t want to waste the little time he had left on unnecessary trouble.

Zhang Jingwen had always valued the dedication of this unexpected private fan. Besides following her, although he made a couple of rear-end collisions, he hadn’t done anything to harass her; he was quite civil and rational.

Consider he spent so much time, effort, and money just to follow her—a celebrity with little fame—it was indeed somewhat touching.

Moreover, he had, at least so far, not done anything too outrageous.

Therefore, seeing Chen Feng’s earnest remorse, Zhang Jingwen quickly cooled down.

Humans are often like this; it’s hard to be harsh to someone who genuinely adores them.

"All right, I’ll give you another chance. After we get off the plane, don’t follow me anymore. Otherwise, I really will call the police."

"Thank you, I won’t," Chen Feng quickly promised.

"Mm, remember what you said."

Zhang Jingwen was satisfied with Chen Feng’s attitude and, after warning him, she settled back into her seat with a sense of satisfaction and a queenly demeanor.

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