Chapter 104: April's Close Friend

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After returning, Tim came over. Qiu Fengyu fetched a cloth-wrapped item from the attic and handed it to Tim. Tim unwrapped the cloth and found a dagger in a leather sheath. Drawing it out, he immediately felt a chilling aura emanating from the blade.

“A very sharp dagger!” Tim said happily, clearly interested in weapons.

“I survived in Ukraine thanks to this. It saved my life several times. Now, I’m giving it to you as your sixteenth birthday gift. Don’t bring it to school; just keep it at home.”

“Got it, thanks, boss!” Tim grinned, then turned and saluted Qiu Fengyu before dashing off.

Watching the boy disappear at the doorway, Qiu Fengyu was left in a daze. This kid’s future would likely mirror much of his own past—whether that was a blessing or a curse, he couldn’t say.

After selling the noodles, Qiu Fengyu picked up his phone in the afternoon. After some thought, he dialed Anthony’s number. A smug voice answered, “Hey, Qiu, it’s been a while. I thought you might have forgotten me—we’re good friends, you know.”

“Just get to the point, Anthony. Give me April Savannah’s phone number,” Qiu Fengyu said, not wanting to waste time.

“It’s taken you this long to want her number? A bit late, buddy. That woman’s not easily impressed, but… she did like you once!” Anthony chuckled slyly.

“Just the number, man.”

“All right, I’ll send it,” Anthony said and gave him the number. Qiu Fengyu hung up immediately.

Anthony wanted to say more, but heard the dial tone instead and laughed. This guy really had character.

Having the number, Qiu Fengyu dialed. After two rings, a woman’s voice answered.

“Hi, this is April Savannah. I’m not available right now. If you have something to say, please leave a message after the beep…”

“Uh, okay, I figured you wouldn’t answer. I’m—”

“Hey, Qiu, is that you?” April interrupted excitedly. She had just heard about Qiu’s business and immediately picked up.

“Yes, it’s me, April. Sorry to bother you.”

“No, no, I was just about to take a nap. Sorry I didn’t answer sooner,” she said apologetically.

“Well, I wanted to discuss something.”

“Go ahead, I’m listening.”

“Remember the house next to my noodle shop that got blown up?”

“Of course, I’m very grateful—you handled it well,” April said, puzzled. “Is there a problem with the house now?”

“Well, I want to rebuild a house on that site. I need your authorization, and of course, I want to discuss the price with you,” Qiu Fengyu said straightforwardly.

“No problem. I’ll have my lawyer send you an authorization letter,” April said without hesitation or mentioning any price. “But I do have one request. I won’t ask for any money, but… if possible, could you reserve a room for me?”

“What?” Qiu Fengyu was taken aback by her words.

“Of course, if not, it’s fine. I just thought… I could visit sometimes, like a vacation… I could even contribute some money toward the construction,” April said awkwardly, thinking Qiu Fengyu might refuse. “It’s just a suggestion. Forget I said anything.”

“I heard you. Okay, I’ll consider it. I’ll get an appraisal, figure out your authorization fee and the cost to build the room, then determine how much you should pay.”

“You agreed?” April exclaimed in excitement.

“April, are you crazy? What’s so great that you’d be this happy?” A voice called from nearby inside April’s house.

April made a ‘shush’ gesture toward the voice, then smiled at Qiu Fengyu. “That’s a friend of mine. Sorry about that. Where were we? Oh yes, about the house. I’m glad you agreed, Qiu… thank you very much. This is the happiest thing today for me.”

“Could you send the authorization letter as soon as possible?”

“Of course, no problem.”

“Thank you. I promise I’ll save you a room!” Qiu Fengyu said, then hung up.

Hearing the dial tone, April was both amused and exasperated. She had wanted to chat more.

Lately, her life had been quite good—at least, no one was chasing her anymore. The past had been dark. For some reason, since Congressman Corey Newsom was acquitted, he hadn’t bothered April, who had once been a threat to him.

Whether out of caution or to avoid trouble, April was now living well and was even working on a new script.

“You look really happy,” a woman came over and sat beside April, smiling. “I never heard you had a boyfriend.”

“Really?” April smiled. “Sadly, not my boyfriend, but a great man. Very cool!” She emphasized the last part.

“Is that so? Little beauty, you’ve been bewitched by the devil. But seeing you so happy makes me feel at ease,” the woman said, lightly touching April’s chin with a slender finger and grinning. “It’s rare for a man to make you this happy. Are you going to make the first move?”

“He’s not in Los Angeles,” April said with a smile. “Don’t even think about it. He’s a cowboy.”

“A cowboy? Cowboys don’t suit your tastes?”

“No, they don’t suit yours,” April said, tickling the woman’s armpit. They both burst into laughter.

After some playful roughhousing, both were panting, lying sideways on the couch, faces flushed. The woman had a devilish figure and delicate features, seeming innocent despite their wild antics.

The stark contrast made her all the more captivating.

“What kind of man has you so smitten?” the woman sighed, nudged by April’s foot, then laughed and changed the subject. “I heard you’re writing a new script.”

“Yes. You know… the past few days have been thrilling,” April perked up. “I want to write a script based on my experiences. Honestly, I thought I’d die back then, but God blessed me—I met him. I don’t know how to describe it; it’s like…”

“A bodyguard, the one you always talk about, who will be the lead in your script, right?” The woman smiled and sat up, watching April gesture in the air as she recalled. “The one you just called.”

“Yes. So you know why I’m happy, right?” April sighed. “Too bad he’s never really looked at me. I don’t know why.”

“Let me see his picture. You’re always like this—after all this time, you still won’t show me!” The woman complained. “Aren’t we friends? I can help you think things through. But if he’s not right for you, I won’t let you keep chasing him.”

“No, you can’t interfere,” April laughed. “My script is about him. I want to make it into a movie. I won’t charge a fee; it’s free. Can you help me with ideas?”

“Uh… sure, but I want to read the script first. If it’s good, I want to play the female lead,” the woman said with a grin. “I’ll do you justice, April. I promise.”

April sat up and looked at her, smiling. “Of course, if you can play the role, it would be a great honor. But that’s not up to me—it’s the director’s decision. Who knows if you’ll pass the audition.”

“Do I even need to audition?” The woman smiled confidently. “Don’t worry. You finish it quickly, and I’ll pass it to Martin Wilson. But I can’t promise he’ll take it seriously. If I give it to someone else, you probably won’t be happy.”

“Then give it to him. Martin Wilson—I like his work. One of Hollywood’s greatest directors. Just thinking about it feels like a gamble,” April said with a laugh.

“No, it’s not a gamble for him, but it is for you!” The woman smiled, then looked at April seriously. “Now, can I see that damn photo?”

“Of course. Here.” April handed over her phone, scrolling and pointing at the pictures. “Look, it’s this guy!”

“Oh my God, you… fell for an Asian?” The woman exclaimed, incredulous. “Korean or Chinese?”

“Chinese. I swear, if you saw him in person, you’d change your mind. He’s a very cool Chinese man. You’ll understand,” April murmured to herself.

(To be continued.)