Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 231 - 228: Taking Words Out of Context

Qi Yi, having calmed down, took Yan Yan’s phone and checked the washbasin area. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

He found his own phone still lying around where he had abandoned it by the sink.

Not only had it not been lost and dialed back, it hadn’t even been turned on.

"My phone is still lying here like a dead body. How many grandpas have you actually saved in your contacts?" Qi Yi didn’t hang up but handed the phone back to Yan Yan.

Since it wasn’t his phone that had been used, he wasn’t responsible for dealing with the issue.

"How can that be? Besides you, old man, where do I have any living grandpas?

My grandpa passed away before I was born.

You’re my only grandpa, so you better live a long, ’never-dying’ life, you hear me?" Yan Yan playfully responded to Qi Yi’s suspicion.

"Really? You only saved one grandpa?" Qi Yi’s question was not so much an inquiry as it was a frustration.

"Hey Xiao Qizi, didn’t you check the horoscope before coming to Italy this time—to cast a fortune for yourself?~

Let’s call it a day for today’s kissing session.

I’m heading to the room across to hang onto handsome Bao’s thighs.

It’s really unfair to let handsome Bao stay alone in his room for so long.

I have to pretend to be fair and share my affections, you know," Yan Yan joked as she took her phone from Qi Yi’s hand, preparing to leave.

"Your phone kept ringing just now; you should answer it.

It might be some elder trying to reach you for something important.

Maybe it’s someone like Grandpa Zhang or Grandpa Li.

Or maybe, you saved the number without knowing the person’s last name and just entered it as ’Grandpa.’" Qi Yi mentioned a likely possibility.

"I’m not picking up. Didn’t the calls already stop?

The country code for Italy is +39, I think it’s probably got mixed up with some number starting with 139.

Since the phone hasn’t rung again, let’s just forget it.

If it’s something important, they’ll definitely call back.

Missy here is tired. I’m going to handsome Bao’s room for a shower and some sleep.

You behave yourself here and wait until I feel like blessing you with my presence again." Yan Yan had enough self-control when she was rational.

Yan Yan straightened her clothes, prepared to leave.

"The phone call hasn’t ended yet; how is anyone supposed to reach you?

When I picked it up, there was no one hanging up or speaking.

Maybe it’s some old flame of yours, and hearing a guy answer freaked them out into silence." Qi Yi jokingly expressed his helplessness.

Next time, he would definitely turn off all of Yan Yan’s phones even before they started kissing, or at least set them to silent if not off.

"Hearing you say that, it might really be possible.~

Let me check if I hung up the phone or not.~

If not, I’ll try asking in both Mandarin and our Wenzhou dialect to see if there’s any response," Yan Yan said as she smiled and stashed her phone into her bag.

In reality, Yan Yan never had any old flames. If it had been a wrong number, they wouldn’t have continued listening to the "bird language" without hanging up so long.

Yan Yan put the phone in her bag, and before zipping it up, she sneakily glanced at it.

Instead of zipping her bag closed, she realized that her call seemed still connected.

If you say you’ll do something, you must carry it out; this was Yan Yan’s consistent principle in life.

Yan Yan took out her phone again, greeted with "Hello" in Mandarin, and then laughingly told Qi Yi, "I’m doomed, I have to eat my words. The word ’Hello’, in our Wenzhou bird language, is exactly the same as in Mandarin. Who would know that I actually used two different languages when I said ’Hello~ Hello~’?"

Qi Yi had just greeted in Italian and English so sincerely without receiving any response. Yan Yan’s casual hellos were even less likely to stir any reaction.

This phone call was indeed too bizarre; it was better to hang up.

But just as Yan Yan’s hand moved a tiny distance away from her ear, someone on the other side of the phone started talking.

"Is this Yan Yan? Are you with Qi Yi? I’m his mother. Let him take the phone." A middle-aged woman’s voice came from the other end.

Yan Yan was so startled that she dropped her phone to the ground.

The opening "Is this Yan Yan?" wasn’t new to her ears.

The content of the call Yan Yan thought she had forgotten was completely awakened by those brief words.

The speaker didn’t seem to convey much emotion with those four words.

But the mere presence of those words was potent enough.

Yan Yan stood bewildered in her spot.

"What’s gotten into you? Your phone falls and you don’t even pick it up? Was it really an old flame calling?" Qi Yi laughed as he helped Yan Yan pick up her phone, passing it back to her.

Seeing the phone, Yan Yan somewhat recovered.

Quickly, she answered the phone again, "Yes, auntie, he’s with me; just a moment please."

She said and then pressed her Wenzhou carrier phone against Qi Yi’s ear, instructing him to hold it properly.

Before Qi Yi could react, he heard his own mother say somewhat coldly on the other end, "Then please hand the phone to Qi Yi."

Hearing his mother’s voice, Qi Yi’s entire complexion changed.

"Mom, why on earth are you calling Yan Yan’s phone?" Qi Yi’s tone immediately revealed his panicked state.

"If I didn’t call, how could I find out that your so-called girlfriend is planning to hug some handsome guy’s legs one minute and has old flames lining up the next?

I’ve long said this classmate of yours has no shame, but you didn’t believe me.

Can’t you just open your eyes a bit wider and see for yourself?" Qi Yi’s mother’s meltdown was every bit as intense as Qi Yi’s.

But Mrs. Qi’s meltdown had more to do with being upset by the conversation content between Qi Yi and Yan Yan.

"Mom, you’re taking things out of context, why do you have Yan Yan’s number?" Qi Yi didn’t remember ever giving his mother Yan Yan’s contact.

"Why wouldn’t I have it? I’ve had it since you were in high school. This flirtatious girl has been quite loyal to her phone number, to still have the audacity to keep using it." The undertone in Mrs. Qi’s words was of extreme displeasure.

Initially, Yan Yan was standing close to Qi Yi, and the words "no shame" spoken loudly on the phone were clearly audible to her.

Yan Yan particularly disliked eavesdropping on calls, especially ones that were about her.