[Fantasy] Super Ambiguous Relationship (Complete) - 1-3

[Synopsis] A young master from a noble family born with a dragon's back, an indomitable youth destined to be cursed for life. Unwilling to accept his fate, he resolutely enters the vibrant, pink metropolis, thus beginning a sensual, exciting, and ambiguous urban life… Navigating the complexities of various factions, strolling among beauties, in his spare time he teases beautiful and generous female teachers, bullies innocent and adorable young stars, occasionally seduces lonely, virtuous women, or deceives pure and kind young girls… Every now and then, small moments of ambiguity arise. His seemingly monotonous life doesn't seem lonely at all…

Chapter

1 [Desert Wolf Attack]

The bright moonlight bathed the earth, the boundless desert shrouded in a silvery glow. The desert night was quiet and desolate. On the distant eastern horizon, a slender figure was stretched long by the moonlight.

He was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen, clad only in a thin outer garment, the patchwork fabric billowing behind him in the cool breeze.

Beneath his long, jet-black hair was a face more delicate than a woman's; his eyes were as black as the sky, giving him an air of serene loneliness, tinged with melancholy. Anyone who saw him for the first time would be deeply captivated.

He continued forward through the desert, his footprints, all the same size and depth, stretching into the distance behind him. The howls of desert wolves echoed incessantly, adding to the chilling atmosphere of the silent night.

Hearing the resounding howls, the boy stopped, sniffing the air, his brow furrowing slightly.

He could clearly smell a faint scent of blood in the air; his years of experience living in the desert told him that ahead, wolves were surely fighting or hunting.

Although he wasn't afraid of the wolves, there was no need to provoke them. Besides, the wolves in the desert were far more ferocious than ordinary wolves; provoking one could easily attract the entire pack.

Looking around, he quickly spotted a withered ancient tree not far away. While it wouldn't provide shelter from the sandstorm, it was undoubtedly a good campsite. He

hurried to the tree, skillfully gathered some dry branches, and soon a bright fire was burning. From his backpack, he took out a water bottle and some dry rations, and without much care, mixed them with water and ate.

After eating and drinking his fill, he tidied up a bit, added a few more branches to the fire, and curled up by the fire to rest. Soon, the sound of peaceful breathing came from his nose, drifting into the distance…

“Help! Help!”

He was awakened from his deep sleep by a terrified cry for help. He sat up abruptly, his ears twitching slightly before his gaze turned towards the direction from which the wolf howls were coming.

“There are people! A pack of wolves is attacking the group! There should be about eleven or twelve people, and the pack is no less than thirty!”

Based on the faint sounds in the air, he quickly formed a complete picture of the situation ahead.

“Should I help or not? More than ten of them can’t handle a pack of wolves, what use would I be? Besides, these wolves are desert wolves; provoking them will do me no good. And besides, I don’t even know these people, why invite trouble?”

With this thought, he lay down again.

This time, however, he couldn't sleep. His deep eyes stared at the flickering flames before him. In the flames, he seemed to see the people desperately calling for help being torn to pieces by desert wolves, the desperate expressions on their faces before they died, and the blood-soaked scene of blood and limbs scattered everywhere…

Huff! He let out a long sigh, got up from the ground again, shook his head, and ran quickly towards the source of the sound. Without any visible movement, each movement propelled his entire body forward several meters. In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the horizon, leaving only the flickering flames as proof that someone had been there…

The closer he got, the stronger the stench of blood in the air became, and the cries for help, the sounds of fighting, and the howls of wolves grew clearer. Standing on a raised sand dune, Yang Fan took in the figures not far away.

Not far away, there were several makeshift tents, but most of them were now destroyed. Scattered on the ground lay three or four corpses, their crimson blood flowing continuously, filling the air with a strong stench of blood. The intense stench of blood caused the wolves, glowing with an eerie green light, to howl with excited excitement.

Around the edge of the tents, seven or eight men and women huddled around a campfire, armed with various self-defense weapons, confronting the wolves. Their expressions were filled with unspeakable terror, especially the girls, whose delicate bodies trembled uncontrollably.

"Director Chen, what do we do?"

a young woman holding a long sword asked a bearded man of about forty or fifty years old beside her.

Compared to the other women, this young girl was undoubtedly much calmer. She possessed an angelic face, untouched by makeup, with snow-white skin, rosy lips, delicate eyelashes, and large, starry eyes that shimmered with a faint mist, an ethereal beauty that seemed oblivious to the world's ways, like a pure angel newly descended to earth.

Her body was stained with blood, but she appeared completely unaware, her gaze fixed on the pack of wolves ahead. Though her eyes also held fear, they were mostly calm.

"Now we can only take it one step at a time. Wolves are afraid of fire. They won't attack us as long as the fire is burning, but if it goes out, I'm afraid none of us will escape. Mengyao, find a chance to escape later. I brought you out, but now... I'm sorry to President Qin. Mengyao, if you can escape, please tell President Qin that I'm sorry for not protecting his daughter!"

The middle-aged man called Director Chen held a curved knife in his hand. His slightly obese body was covered with more than ten wounds of various sizes. He glanced at the woman beside him with a complicated expression, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Uncle Chen, how can this be your fault? If I hadn't insisted that you bring me here to film, this wouldn't have happened. Don't worry, Uncle Chen, we will definitely get back alive, we definitely will!"

Although the girl's body was also trembling, her eyes were full of determination. After she said this, the fear in the hearts of the people around her lessened a bit.

"Yes, we will definitely get back alive! We definitely will!"

Perhaps her words inspired everyone, for the group formed a circle, and for a moment, even the wolves were intimidated by them.

"Oh no, the fire's out! Everyone be careful, ah..."

Suddenly, someone shouted, but before he could finish, his voice abruptly stopped. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw that his throat had been bitten off by wolves, and bright red blood was gushing out. As soon

as the fire went out, the wolves, who had been somewhat afraid, were completely enraged by the bloodshed. In the blink of an eye, the wolves charged into the group, and several young men died on the spot.

"Mengyao, run! Run north! That's the closest to our camp! Run!"

In the critical moment, the middle-aged man called Director Chen grabbed Mengyao and pulled her behind him, while he himself went straight to meet the wolves.

"No! Uncle Chen, I won't go!"

The middle-aged man's pull wasn't a random swing; he swung Mengyao towards a jeep not far away. If she could get into the car, she would still have a chance to escape. But at that moment, she saw the middle-aged man being bitten by a desert wolf, and for a moment, she forgot to run.

"Run! Ah!"

The middle-aged man slashed at the head of a desert wolf with his knife, but another wolf bit his left arm. The intense pain made him tremble uncontrollably, but he was a tough man. With a roar, he threw down his knife, grabbed the wolf biting his arm, and with a powerful swing, flung it away.

"Uncle Chen!"

"Ah!"

She was about to rush over to help him when a desert wolf already had its sights on her. In the eyes of desert wolves, there is no concept of beauty; to them, everything before them is just food. Therefore, in the instant Mengyao was stunned, a desert wolf leaped from the ground and lunged at her snow-white neck!

Although Mengyao appeared calmer than others, she was still just a young girl in the prime of her life. Faced with the ferocious desert wolf, she was filled with fear and didn't know what to do.

Time seemed to stand still. As the desert wolf loomed larger before her, Mengyao's pupils dilated. The thick, overwhelming stench of blood filled the air, and she clearly felt death's approach.

Yet, in that instant, her fear vanished without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented calm. Her mind was clear, and familiar scenes and faces flashed before her eyes…

“Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma… Farewell!”

But just as the desert wolf was about to bite her, its charge suddenly halted. As if frozen in place, the wolf's body paused briefly in mid-air before rebounding with twice the speed of its attack, its massive body crashing into the desert, creating a crater half a meter deep!

Immediately, a black figure appeared before her. From her angle, she could only see a not-so-sturdy back, but for some reason, the instant she saw that back, a strange sense of security welled up from the depths of her heart, sweeping through her entire body, and all fear vanished!

"Protect yourself!"

A slightly hoarse voice rang in her ears, and then the black figure disappeared from sight, reappearing among the wolf pack.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

One after another, the sounds rang out. The desert wolves, who had been incredibly ferocious just moments before, were now like lambs. With each movement of the black figure, a desert wolf was tossed into the air. Like sandbags, the tossed desert wolves lay on the ground howling, unable to get up.

"So handsome!"

Watching the constantly moving black shadow, Mengyao's bright black eyes sparkled, her mind filled with only this one thought. She even rested her chin on her hands, her face a picture of infatuation…

Chapter 2 [Beast Language Talent]

Crack!

Grabbing the head of a desert wolf with his five fingers, Yang Fan exerted force, tearing off the wolf's hard skull. With the sound of him crushing the skull, crimson blood gushed from the wolf's head.

*Pfft!*

Like a fountain, crimson blood sprayed towards Yang Fan, but just as it was about to touch his wrinkled coat, Yang Fan's body shifted strangely ninety degrees to the left, barely dodging the oncoming blood.

*Woo! Woo!*

Just as Yang Fan was about to attack the wolf pack again, a low, hoarse howl suddenly came from within the pack. As the howl rang out, the wolves, who had been somewhat flustered by Yang Fan's intrusion, immediately fell silent.

Instead of attacking him again, they formed a circle around him, constantly shifting their positions. Each wolf opened its gaping maw, growling softly, but none charged at Yang Fan.

"How lucky am I? I always run into the wolf king!"

Still clutching the skull he had just torn off, Yang Fan followed the direction of the howl and immediately spotted a giant wolf, twice the size of a typical desert wolf, behind the pack.

It was pure white, its fur flawless in the moonlight. As Yang Fan stared at it, the wolf glanced back at him. The two eerie blue lights emanating from its eyes immediately convinced Yang Fan that it was the leader of the pack. It made no other move, but Yang Fan could still sense its anger and resentment in its eyes.

An invisible killing intent steadily gathered around the towering desert wolf king, but Yang Fan felt no fear. This wasn't his first time facing desert wolves, much less a desert wolf king. From childhood to adulthood, he had killed at least eight or ten desert wolf kings; this one before him was nothing to him.

"Woof! Woof!"

However, instead of striking first as most people would, Yang Fan locked his gaze on his prey, and low, guttural howls, similar to wolf howls, emanated from his throat.

Hearing the growls from Yang Fan's throat, a flicker of surprise flashed across the desert wolf king's previously cold eyes. But it immediately responded with its own low growls, as if conversing with Yang Fan.

Behind Yang Fan, the survivors looked at him with puzzled expressions. Although they were grateful to the mysterious young man who had suddenly appeared and saved them, seeing him "conversing" with a wolf king still sent chills down their spines.

Qin Mengyao, the first person Yang Fan rescued, looked at him with curiosity, her large, dark eyes sparkling as if trying to discern something from his not-so-overly handsome face.

In fact, Yang Fan was indeed conversing with the wolf king, urging it to retreat. He didn't know why he could understand the language of birds and beasts, but that was an undeniable fact.

His master explained it as being due to the long period he spent with animals since childhood. But Yang Fan knew that he could understand animal language because he felt there was another self within him, and this other self felt an inexplicable affinity for birds and beasts.

"Woo... Awooo..." Finally, after nearly ten minutes of standoff between the man and the wolf, the wolf king raised its head and let out a few unwilling howls towards the moonlight. Then, it turned and retreated back the way it came. Following closely behind, the desert wolves, having received the order to retreat, glanced at Yang Fan unwillingly a few times before slowly retreating as well.

"Phew!"

Seeing the wolf pack retreat, the survivors behind Yang Fan, who had been on edge the whole time, finally breathed a long sigh of relief. The middle-aged man named Director Chen, after secretly taking a deep breath, walked towards Yang Fan.

"Young brother, thank you so much for what you did earlier. I'm Chen Ping. If you need anything, I'll do it without hesitation, as long as it's within my power."

Looking back at the slightly overweight middle-aged man, Yang Fan had a good impression of his earlier actions, and the man's genuine and unpretentious way of expressing gratitude greatly increased his goodwill towards him.

Yang Fan was a man who judged by actions, not promises. Although he didn't care much about what the other person said, he could still glean some insights into their character from their words. This middle-aged man named Chen Ping didn't seem too hypocritical.

"You're injured!"

Just as Yang Fan was about to speak, a slightly hurried voice came from the side. Turning his head, he saw a woman named Qin Mengyao holding a tissue, ready to hand it to him.

"Do I?"

Being scrutinized like this by a girl for the first time, Yang Fan felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. Having lived in this desert for over ten years, he wasn't unfamiliar with women, but he'd never seen one as beautiful as the one before him.

"Don't move!"

Qin Mengyao stopped him as he reached to touch his cheek. Then, while Yang Fan was slightly stunned, she walked up to him, slightly standing on tiptoe, and used a tissue to wipe the blood from his face.

The blood wasn't Yang Fan's own; it was from his fight with the wolves. Even if it were, it wouldn't matter to him. But at that moment, he felt dizzy, as if he were truly injured…

Due to Qin Mengyao's sudden action, the two immediately stood face to face. A gentle breeze blew by, and Yang Fan immediately smelled a faint fragrance. This fragrance wasn't the scent of any perfume, but the unique, youthful scent of a young girl in the prime of her life. Although Yang Fan had never smelled it before, he was certain that this was the unique scent of a virgin.

The fragrance was intoxicating, rich and sweet! The delightful aroma, soothing and pervasive, seemed to be the scent of roses, yet also like magnolia blossoms, but within it, there were also hints of tulips, violets, jasmine, lilies, and other delicate fragrances. In short, it intoxicated Yang Fan!

"Are you alright?"

He was jolted awake by a pair of small hands waving in front of his eyes. Yang Fan coughed slightly, looking a little embarrassed, and took a step back, saying, "It's nothing. By the way, why did you come to a place like this? Desert wolves roam here at night; it's extremely dangerous. Even if you wanted to camp, you shouldn't have chosen a place like this!"

"We don't know either. We came from Yanjing to shoot an advertisement. We were already filming and were planning to go back tomorrow, but we didn't expect to encounter this."

Mentioning this, a hint of sadness appeared on Qin Mengyao's beautiful face. Her friends, whom she had worked with during the day, were now cold corpses. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of this man, she herself would probably have been devoured by wolves.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Yang Fan again. She had seen many retired special forces bodyguards before, but compared to this young man who looked younger than her, they seemed nothing.

"Yanjing? You mean you're going to Yanjing?"

Yang Fan didn't notice the change in her emotions, but when he heard that they were from Yanjing, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm going back tomorrow. What's up? Are you going to Yanjing too?"

Seeing the surprise on Yang Fan's face, Qin Mengyao immediately thought of a possibility, but to verify her suspicions, she cautiously asked.

"Yes, I have some business to attend to in Yanjing, but I don't know how to get there!"

Yang Fan said, feeling a little embarrassed. Originally, his trip to Yanjing had been arranged; he only needed to wait for someone to pick him up.

However, to avoid certain matters, Yang Fan secretly ran away. Only after escaping did he realize that his life had always been confined to this desert region. He didn't even know where Yanjing was, so how was he supposed to get there?

"Ah..."

Qin Mengyao was clearly taken aback by Yang Fan's words. He didn't even know how to get there and had to go to Yanjing. This even made her suspect that he had deliberately approached her because he heard she was going back to Yanjing.

However, she quickly dismissed this thought. Although she was used to the countless ways suitors would try to get close to her, she believed that the man in front of her was definitely not that kind of person.

"So, what brings you to Yanjing? Maybe I can help you!"

Although she had dismissed the idea, she couldn't help but ask.

"To annul the engagement!"

"..."

"An...annul the engagement?"

Qin Mengyao almost bit her tongue. While her question was partly a test, it was mostly unintentional. She never expected Yang Fan's reply to be so bizarre, so bizarre that she almost choked on her own saliva!

"Hmm!"

Yang Fan responded lightly, offering no further explanation. Some things, even he himself wasn't clear about, so how could he explain them to others?

On the night he left the temple, his master suddenly told him that his parents had arranged a marriage for him since childhood, apparently with a prestigious family in Yanjing. This marriage had been arranged by his parents before he was even born. Now, since they were arranging for him to study at Yanjing University, they wanted him to take care of this matter as well!

Yang Fan didn't have much of an impression of his parents. Since he could remember, he had lived in a temple with his master. From childhood to adulthood, he spent his days eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures, living the life of a hermit. If his master hadn't suddenly mentioned it to him, he wouldn't even have known that he had parents in this world!

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Chapter 3

[Strange Combination] "Want a drink? It's chilly tonight, have some wine to warm up, we might not be able to set off back until tomorrow!"

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't seem to want to dwell on this topic, Qin Mengyao took a bottle of baijiu from the side of the car and handed it to Yang Fan.

"Thank you!"

Without being overly polite, Yang Fan took the bottle and took a big gulp.

Wine is a good thing; it can make people forget their troubles and worries, and it can make them sleep soundly without a care in the world. Unfortunately, for Yang Fan, wine is no different from plain water.

Perhaps it's due to his physical condition, or perhaps it's influenced by his master, that drunkard, but because he's been drinking since childhood, he's completely immune to drunkenness, to the point that he's never truly drunk. Sometimes, he really wants to find a place to get thoroughly drunk, but unfortunately, he's never been able to.)

"Get in the car and sit for a while!"

Yang Fan's drinking style surprised Qin Mengyao slightly. It was the first time she had ever seen someone drink like that. This was 75-proof liquor, and even she, from a family of brewers and a "drunkard" who had grown up drinking, only dared to take a small sip. Yet this guy had downed more than half a bottle in one go…

However, she didn't show her surprise. She felt an endless curiosity about this seemingly young man. He was like an unsolvable mystery, not only failing to deter her but also igniting her thirst for knowledge, especially… The fact that a few roars were enough to scare away the wolves was simply too fantastical for Qin Mengyao!

The desert night was indeed frighteningly cold. Even though she was in the car, Qin Mengyao couldn't help but shiver. Turning her head, she saw that Yang Fan, sitting beside her, seemed completely unaffected. In a short while, he had already finished a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

Rolling her eyes, Qin Mengyao pouted and asked Yang Fan, "By the way, you're a local, right? Thank you so much for tonight. Don't worry, once we leave the desert, I'll definitely have my dad thank you properly!"

"Oh? So how do you plan to thank me?"

Although the bottle of strong liquor was already empty, Yang Fan didn't throw it away. He twirled the white bottle in his hand, creating graceful arcs, and looked at Qin Mengyao with a playful expression.

"I..."

For a moment, Qin Mengyao was speechless. The question of how to thank him seemed to contain many ambiguities, even a hint of something more.

"Could it be that I just escaped one wolf's den only to fall into another?"

Feeling a little uneasy under Yang Fan's gaze, how could she, a young woman, not understand the meaning behind his eyes?

But what surprised her was that, despite being scrutinized so openly, she felt no discomfort whatsoever. Normally, if someone dared to look at her like that, she would gouge their eyes out. For

the first time in eighteen years, she felt nervous. Her heart pounded like a deer's, her face flushed, and she dared not meet his gaze. As she avoided his eyes, she felt an inexplicable heat coursing through her body, a feeling she had never experienced before suddenly surging into her heart…

"Alright, you must be tired tonight, get some rest!"

Fortunately, just as she was about to break down, he finally withdrew his gaze. Feeling the gaze that seemed to melt her heart finally leave her, she breathed a sigh of relief, but a strange disappointment welled up inside her.

"Oh!"

Qin Mengyao responded softly, her head slightly lowered in disappointment.

Little did she know that her soft response reignited the restlessness Yang Fan had barely managed to suppress...

Yang Fan was a man, a normal man, and a young man experiencing his first stirrings of love. Qin Mengyao's soft response carried a hint of coquettishness, a touch of melancholy, and a dash of teasing. This shy yet alluring tone was far beyond what a novice like Yang Fan could handle.

He had to admit, Qin Mengyao was the most beautiful girl Yang Fan had ever seen. Although he hadn't seen many women in his life, Qin Mengyao possessed a snow-white, oval face and soft, fair skin that was dazzling even in the darkness.

Beneath her straight, jade-like nose lay a small, pink cherry-like mouth, a hallmark of youth. Her eyes, like cold stars, shone brightly in the darkness, yet remained gentle and warm. She was truly a stunningly beautiful young woman.

How could such a beauty not stir Yang Fan's heart? Although his childhood experiences had made him somewhat extreme in personality, it didn't mean he was cold and unapproachable. His deliberate aloofness stemmed from his unavoidable need to know how to interact with a woman.

That brief moment of genuine emotion had created an ambiguous atmosphere between them. For Yang Fan, a novice, this was akin to battling a ferocious beast for three hundred rounds. Having finally escaped this ambiguous atmosphere, he could only close his eyes and feign deep thought…

"By the way, is your girlfriend pretty?"

After a long silence, unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, Qin Mengyao took the initiative to start a conversation again.

In her heart, she cursed Yang Fan countless times for being an idiot. Considering her status as Qin Mengyao, no matter where she went, she was never approached by a swarm of self-important young men, yet she always remained indifferent.

Now, the situation was completely reversed. She, the dignified young lady of the Qin family, had been reduced to actively trying to please a man, and even had to rack her brains to do so, only for him to react exactly as she had before!

This gave her a sense of utter defeat, like a tiger fallen into a pit. But she had no choice but to do it. At this moment, she seemed to finally understand the feelings of those flies that had fawned over her. If those young men who pursued her knew this, wouldn't they be moved to tears…?

“Girlfriend? What girlfriend?”

Yang Fan, already distracted, was completely bewildered by this abrupt question.

"So this is the girlfriend you're breaking off your engagement with? Isn't she pretty? Why would you want to break off the engagement?"

Qin Mengyao gave a light snort, expressing her dissatisfaction with Yang Fan's inattentiveness during their conversation.

"I don't know!"

Yang Fan was indeed telling the truth. He only knew from his master that his betrothed's surname was Nalan, and as for anything else, he truly knew nothing...

"Then what's her name? I'm also from Yanjing, maybe I know her!"

"I don't know!"

"Then what does her family do? Maybe they're in the same line of work as me!"

"I don't know!"

"Then is she a man or a woman? Don't tell me you don't know!"

Qin Mengyao practically shouted this last sentence. She was so frustrated; why was this guy so impervious to reason? She couldn't get anything out of him.

This time, Yang Fan looked at her very seriously, then nodded and said, "I know this, she's a woman!"

"..."

This time, Qin Mengyao was completely stunned!

Urumqi, the capital of Xinjiang, is the political, economic, cultural, and technological center of the entire region. Located in northern Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region, on the northern foothills of the central Tianshan Mountains and the southern edge of the Junggar Basin, Urumqi is also one of the cities closest to the Taklamakan Desert.

After leaving the desert, Yang Fan and his group went directly to Urumqi. The largest shopping mall in Urumqi is the Hongshan New Century Shopping Plaza. Hongshan New Century Shopping Plaza boasts a wide variety of shops and goods, catering to all budgets. It's a shopper's paradise and the most concentrated place for all kinds of consumption.

Upon arriving in Urumqi, Yang Fan and Qin Mengyao didn't linger and went straight to Hongshan New Century Shopping Plaza. The reason was simple: Yang Fan's attire was so unusual that he wasn't even allowed into his hotel. Qin Mengyao had no choice but to bring him here to change his clothes.

This unusual pair immediately attracted countless stares upon appearing at Hongshan New Century Plaza. Their combination was so novel that it was impossible not to notice them.

Yang Fan wore a faded white jacket, flared trousers, and cloth shoes. While not quite resembling a beggar, he wasn't far off.

The woman beside him was stunningly beautiful. Her simple casual wear accentuated her slender figure, and her large, dreamlike eyes were captivating at first glance. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders, making her look like a fairy from the Jade Pool.

This fairy-like woman was clinging to the beggar's arm, even draping half her body over him, inseparable and unwilling to part for a moment. Her face wore the shy blush of a young girl in love, and her eyes seemed to be fixed only on the man beside her.

"Damn it, even the most beautiful cabbage has been fooled by a pig!"

"Yeah, what a pity, a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung!"

"He's obviously a pretty boy, how could he tie himself to such a rich woman, it's fucking unfair!"

"..."

From the crowd, all sorts of curses, jeers, and envious remarks came, but the two people involved seemed to hear nothing at all, still walking unhurriedly towards the square.

"Mengyao, can you stop like this!"

Although Yang Fan didn't care about other people's opinions, being treated like a monkey made him feel a little uncomfortable, especially since Qin Mengyao was holding his arm, and her proud breasts would rub against his arm from time to time as they walked, making him feel uneasy, and even his breathing became a little strange.

"What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid, so what do you have to be afraid of? Besides, I'm just afraid you'll get lost."

Qin Mengyao gave Yang Fan a slightly flushed look and said casually.

In fact, she had tried everything to get information out of Yang Fan, but he was completely unmoved. Having no other choice, she had to resort to her charms!

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Chapter 4 [Legendary Little White]

Although it wasn't a holiday, or even a weekend, Hongshan New World Plaza was still packed with people and cars.

Stylish and sexy women brushed past in twos and threes, making Yang Fan wonder if all the beauties in the city had gathered here.

There were men occasionally, but the male-to-female ratio was clearly unbalanced. Even those who were there didn't look at Yang Fan with friendly eyes, and occasionally uttered sarcastic remarks.

Shopping with beautiful women wasn't tiring, but Hongshan New World Plaza was just too crowded. Yang Fan was starting to lose his bearings; if Qin Mengyao hadn't been holding his arm, he would have been lost in the sea of people.

"This one it is!"

Glancing at the mall's sign, Yang Fan followed them inside without a second thought. He couldn't understand the crooked, illegible writing—he couldn't decipher it at all. But even if he did, Yang Fan wouldn't care. To him, clothes didn't matter; he wasn't a woman, why bother dressing up?

Seeing a customer enter, a saleswoman in a cheongsam immediately greeted them.

"Please feel free to look around, gentlemen!"

the saleswoman said with a smile, but her gaze mostly lingered on Yang Fan. She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Strange things happen every year, but this year seems particularly strange."

A saleswoman working in a place like this naturally has a good eye. The woman's clothes, though seemingly ordinary, were all designer brands, probably costing hundreds of thousands of yuan.

But the man beside her, while clean, probably wore cheap clothes that cost no more than fifty yuan each, only his handsome face was somewhat appealing. How could such a man be with such a rich woman? It's outrageous!

"Miss, just bring me ten or eight sets of clothes from your store, as long as I can wear them, and pack them all up!"

Looking at the clothes hanging all over the store, Yang Fan shrugged helplessly. He'd never bought clothes for himself before, and if he had to choose, he really wouldn't know what to do.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment!"

The saleswoman smiled, but inwardly she sneered. Ten or eight sets? Each piece here cost tens or even hundreds of thousands. Could he afford ten or eight sets? She'd initially thought he wasn't a gigolo, but it seemed he definitely was. This guy clearly wanted to take advantage of the rich woman's presence and rip her off. She'd seen too many people like him.

Because she disliked Yang Fan, the saleswoman had secretly decided to sell him the few non-sale items that were originally on display. Each set cost hundreds of thousands, adding up to no less than a million. She wanted to see his expression when he paid.

A moment later, the sales assistant came over carrying piles of clothes: "Sir, the clothes you requested are the best in the store. Would you like to try them on?"

"Oh, sure!"

Yang Fan grabbed a piece of clothing and went into the fitting room.

When Yang Fan came out after trying them on, the several beautiful sales assistants in the mall couldn't help but be impressed.

"Wow! So handsome!"

He was about 1.78 meters tall, wearing a black shirt, black pants, and black soft leather shoes. He was slender yet strong, with broad shoulders, and his waist appeared very thin as his shirt swayed.

He had long, straight black hair that was so beautiful it would make any woman jealous, and a waist so slender it would make any woman drool. His face was sharply defined, with a high nose and a faint, indifferent smile.

Strangely, his features combined to create the appearance of a stunning beauty, but hidden beneath that sharp and assertive aura, anyone who saw him for the first time would definitely recognize him as a man—not just any ordinary man, but a man who would catch your eye immediately even in a crowd!

"How is it? Not bad, right?"

Yang Fan raised an eyebrow at Qin Mengyao, his eyes filled with ambiguity.

"Not bad!"

Qin Mengyao suddenly shuddered, her pretty face turning bright red at his gaze, but she forced herself to remain calm and casually sized up Yang Fan.

"Hehe, not bad is good. By the way, miss, how much is it in total?"

Shrugging, Yang Fan turned to greet the saleswoman.

"Oh… ah, um, okay, sir, it's 360,000 in total. Will you be paying in cash or by card?"

The beautiful saleswoman, now regaining her composure, immediately remembered her earlier thoughts, collected her attention, and looked at Yang Fan with a playful expression.

"Hmph, so what if he's handsome? He's still just a gigolo who lives off women. I'd like to see what you do now!"

The saleswoman deliberately turned her back to Qin Mengyao, wanting to embarrass Yang Fan.

"Swipe the card!"

Before Yang Fan could reply, Qin Mengyao's voice rang out, and a bank card was thrust in front of the saleswoman.

"This... sir, what do you think?"

The saleswoman deliberately avoided looking at the bank card Qin Mengyao offered, instead staring directly at Yang Fan. The meaning behind her gaze was obvious even to a fool.

Some men and women nearby were also drawn to this sudden scene. Especially the male spectators, who had long been annoyed that Yang Fan could hook up with a beauty like Qin Mengyao, naturally wouldn't miss this golden opportunity.

"Hey buddy, you look like a real catch. You wouldn't let your girlfriend pay, would you?"

"Yeah, brother, we men can't be kept men, people will look down on us!"

"Who says? Don't you know this 'kept man' industry is all the rage these days? Damn, if I had a pretty face, would I need to work so hard all day?"

"Yeah, these days, it's not just women who can live off men, it's the same for men, sigh..."

"Little brother, want me to pay for you? Don't worry, what's wrong with being a kept man? I'll support you!"

"Yeah, good little brother, as long as you can make me happy, I'll pay for anything, even more than two million. How about it?"

"Handsome, have you thought it over?"

"Haha..."

Shrugging, Yang Fan hadn't expected buying a piece of clothing to cause such a stir. He didn't care about their reactions, but he really wasn't used to spending women's money.

"I'll use mine, I think I still have some money in this card!"

As he spoke, Yang Fan took out a gold bank card from his pocket. The card was given to him by his master before he left home. He didn't know how much money was in it, nor which bank it belonged to.

"This is... a Swiss bank... oh my!"

The sales assistant's initial disdain was immediately replaced by shock. Although she was just a sales assistant, working in such a high-end establishment meant she frequently encountered wealthy people. Therefore, she immediately recognized what the bank card in Yang Fan's hand represented!

This gold card was the highest-level Supreme Gold Card from a Swiss bank. This kind of card wasn't something just anyone could possess.

There's an amusing anecdote about a wealthy man who walked into a Swiss bank carrying a large sum of US dollars and asked to open a deposit account. The bank teller asked, "Sir, how much money do you want to deposit?"

The man looked around, then mysteriously and quietly told the teller, "Five million US dollars."

The teller loudly told him, "Sir, don't be embarrassed. Although Switzerland is very wealthy, poverty is not your fault."

While this is just a joke, somewhat exaggerated, it's not entirely unfounded. It reflects how wealthy Switzerland is and how powerful its banks are. If there truly is such a powerful bank in Switzerland, or even the world, it would undoubtedly be the Swiss Banking Group, the world's largest bank by assets.

Therefore, a Swiss bank card is more than just a card; it's a symbol of status. Those who possess a Swiss bank card are either extremely wealthy or powerful.

This explains the saleswoman's reaction upon seeing Yang Fan's Swiss bank card.

Equally surprised was Qin Mengyao, standing behind the two. She had initially thought Yang Fan was just an ordinary person with decent skills, but who would have thought this ordinary person was even more extraordinary than herself, casually displaying a Swiss bank card – something even she didn't possess.

"Tsk tsk, this guy's identity is truly mysterious. A Swiss bank card... then the woman he's about to break off their engagement with must be of a very high status. After all, someone betrothed to him must be at least on the same level as him." "

But there are only a handful of truly influential families in Yanjing. Could it be one of the four great families? The Nalan family? The Yang family? Or the Ouyang family? Or the Shen family?"

Suddenly, Qin Mengyao had a premonition that Yang Fan's arrival in the capital would unleash a massive upheaval, changing the city's decades-long peace.

Little did she know, Qin Mengyao's thought would soon come true. Even she hadn't anticipated the profound impact her bringing Yang Fan into Yanjing would have on the city's political landscape.

"Sir, here's your card, please keep it safe!"

A moment later, the saleswoman returned Yang Fan's Swiss bank card to him. Her gaze towards Yang Fan changed slightly; someone who possessed a Swiss bank card was not someone a mere saleswoman like herself could afford to offend.

"Thank you! Oh, and please wrap up this garment for me too!"

Casually tossing the card into his pocket, Yang Fan's next words stunned both Qin Mengyao and the saleswoman.

"This garment isn't torn anywhere; it can be washed and worn again. Besides, even if it were torn, it could be patched up and worn for another three years. It would be a real shame to throw it away..."

Chapter 5

[Warm-hearted Flight Attendant] Blue sky, white clouds—Yang Fan had now boarded a plane bound for Yanjing. Qin Mengyao had originally planned to go to Yanjing with him, and perhaps further investigate this mysterious man, but shortly before takeoff, a phone call forced her to temporarily share Yang Fan's idea. Therefore, Yang Fan boarded the flight to Yanjing alone.

However, Yang Fan had to admit that airplanes were definitely a wonderful thing. The reason was simple: on the plane, all he could see were stunningly beautiful women, especially the alluring flight attendants in their uniforms. Their attentive service kept Yang Fan in a constant state of dazed confusion.

As the saying goes, "Three years in the army makes even a sow more beautiful than Diao Chan." He had been imprisoned in a temple for eighteen years, and now, finally freed from that cage, he couldn't wait to find a beautiful woman to end his virginity. Although these flight attendants weren't as beautiful as Qin Mengyao, they were all exceptionally beautiful!

Perhaps it was because Qin Mengyao was so stunning that Yang Fan always felt a strange pressure around her, making it hard for him to breathe. He had to use cold silence to mask his embarrassment.

But now, free from her control, he was completely at ease. Without any psychological pressure, Yang Fan's true nature was revealed.

A pair of lustful eyes followed the swaying hips of a flight attendant as she walked, fantasizing about a huge, juicy peach swaying before his eyes. Just as Yang Fan was about to drool, a crisp sound and a soft, slightly seductive voice, like the gentle strains of a flute, rang in his ears simultaneously, disrupting his thoughts.

"Slap!"

"Sir, please have some self-respect!"

Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a beautiful flight attendant with raised eyebrows, whose voice, even in anger, remained alluring—a woman capable of instantly arousing any man's fifth limb—angrily shouting at a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man, sitting not far from Yang Fan, was a slightly balding man with a fairly regular face and a large belly. He wore a well-tailored dark gray suit, carrying a stylish briefcase in one hand, while the other was raised in mid-air.

Seeing the flight attendant's angry face and the middle-aged man's embarrassed expression, it wasn't hard to guess that he had either tried to harass or flirt with her, or had made some lewd and obscene gesture.

However, the middle-aged man was clearly a seasoned veteran of the entertainment industry. After a slight embarrassment, his expression changed, and he said seriously, "Miss, if you're not satisfied with the price, we can talk about it again! Is it necessary to hit someone? What kind of manners are these days? These days, even offering this kind of service on airplanes! Shouldn't the attitude be improved too?" The

flight attendant, insulted by the middle-aged man, immediately blushed with anger, her chest heaving, creating a stunning display that made the surrounding passengers' mouths dry.

Yang Fan then realized that this flight attendant was actually a rare beauty. She looked to be only twenty-four or twenty-five years old, her cold face exquisitely beautiful, instantly captivating and impossible to look away from. Add to that her proudly erect breasts, slender waist, and long legs—all so alluring!

But what was most alluring were her eyes. They were filled with endless temptation. Although she didn't try to be at all, any man who saw those eyes would have the same thought: such mesmerizing eyes! What a beauty!

"You...you're talking nonsense! You're the one who does that kind of thing!"

The flight attendant's retort was so weak and feeble, only fueling the middle-aged man's arrogance. He looked around smugly, feeling even more confident in his ability to seduce the alluring woman before him. His

lustful gaze only swept over her proud breasts once, and he couldn't look away. Just imagining those countless treasures, too large for his hands to grasp, constantly changing shape under his fingers, pressing against him—the immense pleasure made him feel an irresistible urge to ejaculate!

Reluctantly withdrawing his gaze, he asked with a serious expression, "Miss, one should be honest. I'm asking you, when I was sitting here just now, didn't you come over and ask me if I needed *? Don't lie in front of so many people."

Hearing this, the flight attendant's face flushed even more. Without even looking at the knowing glances of the crowd, she felt a stinging pain all over her body. Suppressing her anger, she said in a trembling voice, "You're lying! I only asked if you needed any services, not *!"

Those present weren't fools; they immediately understood what had happened. However, given the opportunity to see the usually aloof and politely distant flight attendant make such a fool of herself, the surrounding passengers, regardless of their darker intentions, couldn't help but want to see her make a fool of herself.

Moreover, some couldn't help but think cynically, "If this flight attendant really gets taken advantage of by that middle-aged man, maybe everyone will have a chance..."

Seeing that no one was helping the flight attendant, the middle-aged man smiled smugly. Suppressing his desire, he continued, "Everyone heard that, right? She admitted it herself, saying she asked me if I needed anything! I won't say anything more; I'm a grown man, I can't be petty with a girl. But you hit me for no reason. So, miss, after we get off the plane, shouldn't you take me to a nearby hospital? As for how to resolve this, we can talk about it later."

"Fine, I'll quit! You think you can take advantage of me? No way!"

The flight attendant's beautiful eyes were already brimming with tears, but she kept sniffling to keep them from falling.

"Quit? Fine! But even if you quit, you'd better serve me well first. Otherwise, I'll sue this airline until it goes bankrupt, and your family until you're ruined!"

Yang Fan had been silently watching the situation unfold. He hadn't wanted to get involved, but when he saw the flight attendant's state, he couldn't help but stand up. He couldn't help it; he'd always been unable to bear seeing women cry. Moreover, he couldn't stand the sight of that middle-aged man. Besides, how could he let such a golden opportunity to be a hero and save a damsel in distress slip by?

"Lin Jiaxin?"

Yang Fan immediately had an idea after seeing the name tag on the flight attendant's chest.

"Kid, you've got some nerve, daring to flirt with my wife right in front of me! Little Xinxin, what do you suggest we do? Cripple him out? Or call the police?"

Approaching Lin Jiaxin, Yang Fan took advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, wrapping his right arm around her waist while his other hand gripped the middle-aged man's throat. At the same time, he heard his voice in the flight attendant's ear: "Sister, my name is Yang Fan. Don't be nervous, don't worry, leave this to me!"

Suddenly being embraced, Lin Jiaxin's body trembled involuntarily, and her face turned pale. Hearing Yang Fan's voice, her complexion improved slightly.

She stole a glance at Yang Fan, only to see a flawless, handsome face. Beneath thick, clear eyebrows were a pair of eyes that shone like jewels, full of spirit. His broad forehead revealed extraordinary wisdom, and his calm demeanor carried a melancholy that could move anyone, yet also made one feel that his emotions were unfathomable.

For some reason, seeing his eyes, the panic in her heart vanished without a trace. She took Yang Fan's arm and said in a soft, seductive voice, "Honey, don't be so rough. I've told you so many times, don't hit people so easily. Look at you, you beat that guy up last time and he was in the hospital for half a year. He's still not fully recovered. Forget it, don't cause trouble, okay!"

Her arm trembled slightly. While secretly praising her shrewdness, Yang Fan couldn't help but gasp: "It's really big, so comfortable!"

The softness on his arm almost made him groan! Suppressing the pounding in his heart, he finally turned his gaze to the middle-aged man.

"Kid, my wife said she'd let it go this time, so I'll spare you. Otherwise, you'll be sorry!"

Yang Fan added a cold snort as he spoke. Although only eighteen, he was a good six feet tall, with a muscular physique that made the middle-aged man hesitate to utter a single harsh word. Thinking back to the man's iron-like hand, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Don't...don't hit me! I...I'm sorry, I tried to take advantage of this young lady. I deserve to die! Please have mercy! I'll never do it again!" Seeing the situation was turning against him,

the man immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

Yang Fan turned to look at Lin Jiaxin, winked at her, and said, "Little Xinxin, what do you say we do? I'll listen to you!"

Lin Jiaxin's face, which had finally returned to normal, turned bright red again at Yang Fan's "Little Xinxin." The first time was alright; to gain his trust, she endured the slight awkwardness he made. But this time, calling her that again seemed a bit like taking advantage.

She rolled her eyes at him, warning him not to get any ideas, before saying, "Forget it, let's hand him over to the police. They'll handle it. I don't want to dirty our hands with someone like him. Honey, let's go!" Yang

Fan was slightly surprised. He hadn't expected Lin Jiaxin to be so gentle. Even after being bullied like this, she hadn't even thought of teaching the other person a lesson. However, when she called him "husband," his heart felt like it was filled with honey, and his whole body felt lightheaded.

Chapter 6 [A Series of Romantic Encounters]

Even after Lin Jiaxin helped him back to his seat, Yang Fan still felt a little dizzy. He felt the softness on his arm gradually disappear, and while he sighed with regret, he couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of satisfaction!

"Thank you for earlier!"

Lin Jiaxin, sitting opposite Yang Fan, said softly, her expression returning to normal.

"We're like an old married couple, why are you thanking me? Don't you think so, little Jiaxin?"

Looking at the beautiful flight attendant in front of him, Yang Fan couldn't help but joke. To be honest, he had only just noticed that there was such a beautiful flight attendant on the plane after being on board for so long. As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily drifted to her large breasts.

"What are you looking at?"

Lin Jiaxin glared at Yang Fan with slight annoyance, then leaned closer and whispered, "I'm very grateful for helping me out earlier, but if you're thinking of taking advantage of my kindness, I advise you to give up that idea. Don't make the wrong choice. Let me tell you, I'm already married!" Seeing

Lin Jiaxin explaining herself so seriously, Yang Fan couldn't help but find it slightly amusing. Coupled with Lin Jiaxin's adorable expression, while enjoying the view, his gaze unconsciously drifted towards her breasts, which were almost bursting out.

Not receiving a reply from Yang Fan, Lin Jiaxin mustered her courage and looked at him, only to see him smiling at her. Feeling his gaze, her heart fluttered slightly, a warm current she had never experienced before instantly filling her heart. Especially under his gaze, a thought she had never had before suddenly surged within her.

"I'll treat you to dinner after I get off the plane as a way of thanking you for your help. I still have work to do now, so I'll be going now!"

The thought had barely formed when she forcefully suppressed it, leaving behind a single sentence before quickly departing.

"Inviting you to dinner?" Yang

Fan shook his head slightly, watching Lin Jiaxin's sexy figure disappear into the distance, and couldn't help but chuckle. More than inviting her to dinner, he wanted to devour this alluring young woman.

Those incredibly striking breasts, those buttocks that unconsciously bulged her skirt as she ran, revealing a taut, inward-curving cleft, those firm, long, beautiful legs—all so tempting. Such a beauty, a real waste to be a flight attendant!

A thought flashed through his mind, and Yang Fan unconsciously touched his face, somewhat unable to believe that those thoughts had come from himself. How could his thoughts have changed so drastically as soon as he left the temple?

Was it due to excessive repression? Although it was only him and his master at the temple, there were always worshippers coming to offer incense, including female worshippers; surely he had seen women before. So why now… Did he look like someone who hadn't seen a woman in decades?

Shaking his head slightly, Yang Fan banished these thoughts from his mind and closed his eyes to rest. There was still some distance to Yanjing; he could use this time to get some rest.

He hadn't slept long when a crisp running sound startled him awake. Looking closely, Yang Fan saw Lin Jiaxin running anxiously towards him. Her incredibly bouncy breasts bounced up and down, the undulating waves of her breasts intoxicating. Several male passengers, their eyes glued to the scene, couldn't suppress their blood rushing to their heads and embarrassingly bleed from their noses. Yang Fan

touched his nostrils, unable to suppress a slight chuckle: "This genuine young man with a strong sense of virility hasn't even made a move yet, and you fat, bloated bosses, all used to the pleasures of the world, are already getting nosebleeds? How ridiculous!"

Lin Jiaxin ran up to Yang Fan, not even bothering to catch her breath before giving him a sweet smile and whispering, "Yang Fan! Could you please come over there with me for a moment?"

Yang Fan looked in the direction Lin Jiaxin was pointing and was slightly taken aback. There were still several hours before the plane landed; why was she inviting him to the break room at this time? And with that flushed face and slightly furrowed brows, could it be that she wanted to try out the feeling of "traveling a thousand miles in a day" with him?

Yang Fan was slightly tempted, but then he glanced at the ring on Lin Jiaxin's left ring finger and felt a slight pang of regret: "It's a pity we're already married. Although it looks very tempting, if I were to take advantage of it, I'd be at a disadvantage!"

Lin Jiaxin noticed Yang Fan's hesitation and felt a little anxious. The other passengers were starting to complain. If they complained that she only served her "husband" and ignored everyone else, it would be very embarrassing.

Slightly anxious, she deliberately thrust out her ample breasts, almost bouncing them onto Yang Fan's face: "Good husband, I really have something urgent to ask you. It's very urgent, and if you don't help, someone might die!"

Yang Fan looked at the large, firm breasts bouncing in front of him, nearly giving him a "breast punch," and unconsciously nodded.

"I never thought I was so charming. I just came down from the mountain... and a young married woman is already offering herself to me! Sigh, these past sixteen years have been such a waste. I should have come down from the mountain a few years earlier!"

Yang Fan felt a surge of narcissism before getting up and following Lin Jiaxin into the tea room.

The other passengers next to him, while envying Yang Fan's good fortune, secretly cursed him, hoping he would be impotent.

"All the good cabbages have been eaten by pigs! It's bad enough that they got such a sexy and beautiful flight attendant, but they even tried to mess around on the plane! I curse you to death! You deserve to get sick right away!"

After walking a few steps behind Lin Jiaxin, Yang Fan realized: "What did that young woman in front of me call me just now? Husband? She was in a hurry... If I don't help, someone will die... Could it be that she's really so aroused that if I don't put out the fire, it will be the last straw?"

Just thinking about Lin Jiaxin's soft, sweet, and charming voice made Yang Fan's anger rise and his blood boil.

As soon as the thought arose, his gaze involuntarily fell on Lin Jiaxin's tight-fitting short skirt. Her perfectly rounded shape could only be described with two words: "fiery." Taking a deep breath, Yang Fan managed to calm himself, a self-deprecating smile creeping onto his face. "Usually so tense, suddenly relaxing almost made me lose control! Indeed, this bustling world is a true place to temper one's mind!"

With his mind clearing, he looked at Lin Jiaxin again, and the feeling was different. He felt that this woman, with her charming figure and natural allure, didn't seem like a mature woman truly married. Compared to a genuine adult, she always carried an unconscious touch of naiveté, the naiveté of a woman who hadn't yet tasted the sweetness of romance.

Entering the tea room, Yang Fan looked around, surprised. He had assumed Lin Jiaxin would send everyone else away, leaving only him and her, but instead, a pretty girl stood beside him, her face flushed, constantly rubbing a certain part of her lower abdomen.

She wore a black, tight-fitting dress, several buttons undone, her clothes disheveled, her hair slightly askew, giving her an... strangely alluring charm.

Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat at the sight: "Isn't one enough? Do you need two at once?"

Lin Jiaxin said anxiously to Yang Fan, "Yang Fan, hurry! Help me open this cabinet, it's stuck. I have some things inside, I need them urgently!"

"Some things? What things... could it be..."

Yang Fan's gaze swept back and forth between Lin Jiaxin and the girl, a few wicked thoughts swirling within him, the shapes of various props flashing through his mind.

"Perfect to see!"

Yang Fan rubbed his face, smiled, and agreed, "Okay!"

Then, he reached out, grabbed the cabinet handle, and pulled hard.

Yang Fan pulled on the first pull, but it wouldn't budge. He exhaled slightly, then exerted force. With a snap, as if something inside had broken, the cabinet door swung open.

The small cabinet Yang Fan had pulled was clearly filled with intimate items. As soon as it was opened, an indescribable fragrance wafted out.

Then, with a clattering sound, the crammed items, including sanitary napkins that weren't properly placed, all fell to the floor, revealing rows of beautiful lingerie neatly packaged in small, transparent bags.

There were conservative full-cup bras and leggings, sexy demi-cup bras and see-through tops, and even more alluring nipple covers and thongs. The more daring ones included several pieces of erotic lingerie.

"Oh dear!"

Lin Jiaxin saw the sanitary napkins on the floor and was about to pick them up when she suddenly remembered something. Looking into the cabinet, she saw the many intimate items inside and cried out in surprise, blocking Yang Fan's path.

"Don't look! Close your eyes right now!"

Yang Fan's eyesight was so good that he only glanced at it and took in everything, needing no further scrutiny. Lin Jiaxin had barely spoken when he turned away, even more thoroughly than closing his eyes.

"Damn it! What kind of flight is this? Before, when I flew, it was always so ordinary, why were there never so many things that made my blood boil?"

Seeing Yang Fan turn away, Lin Jiaxin breathed a slight sigh of relief; the blush on her cheeks finally subsided.

She gently rubbed the ring on her left ring finger, mentally warning herself, "Jiaxin, even though Tianming is gone, you must still preserve your virginity for him! Whether you're attracted to him or not, you can't do anything to betray him. Come on, you can do it!"

After this repeated warning, Lin Jiaxin suddenly remembered that one of the key figures in the incident seemed to have been completely forgotten: "Oh dear, I'm sorry, Lanlan, I completely forgot about this. Here, the daily-use items you wanted..."

Dongfang Lan, only then remembered, blushed deeply. She glared at Lin Jiaxin, continued rubbing her lower abdomen, and stole a glance at Yang Fan. Seeing that he didn't turn around, she whispered, "I told you, my flow is quite heavy, why... I hate you!"

Lin Jiaxin then realized that she had overlooked another detail. She quickly searched through the scattered pile of sanitary napkins and finally found an extra-long and thick overnight pad, which she handed to the other woman: "Here you go!"

Dongfang Lan snatched it from Lin Jiaxin's hand, gave her a light glare, and then ran away from Yang Fan, her face flushed. However, she was running too fast and obviously forgot something. A lot of small things rolled out of the small cabinet she opened. She wasn't careful and stepped on some random things, stumbled, and bumped right into Yang Fan's back...

Chapter 7 [A New Beginning]

Yang Fan, who had turned his back, tried his best to shut down his five senses, but his power was still insufficient. Inevitably, some of the girl's private whispers drifted into his ears.

Fortunately, Dongfang Lan, in a hurry to change her sanitary napkin, didn't have much time to waste, thus preventing her from saying anything even more outrageous or provocative to Yang Fan's heartstrings.

However, what goes around comes around. Dongfang Lan, caught off guard, stumbled and bumped right into his back. The soft yet slightly hard sensation made Yang Fan feel indescribably uncomfortable.

Despite the heavy impact, Yang Fan felt no pain; only a tingling numbness on one side of his body and stiffness on the other. His heart pounded wildly, trying to shatter his peaceful state of mind.

"Ugh!"

Upon being bumped, Dongfang Lan's heart tightened at first, and she quickly took half a step back. Once the physical contact was gone, she relaxed a little, but this relief was followed by something even worse. She felt a deafening "boom," as if a waterfall had poured out of her body.

"It's over, how embarrassing!"

After enduring so much, she had failed at the last moment to obtain the emergency item. Dongfang Lan wore a bitter smile, half resentful and half indignant, staring at Yang Fan, unsure whether to blame herself or Yang Fan.

As a woman herself, Lin Jiaxin immediately understood Dongfang Lan's predicament. Half amused and half sympathetic, she walked over and helped Dongfang Lan up, saying, "Come on, I'll go with you."

As they passed Yang Fan, the two equally beautiful women almost simultaneously looked up and gave him a sharp glare.

"I'm truly innocent..."

He'd only pulled open a cabinet door for someone, done nothing else. He'd been passively enduring the entire series of events that followed, yet the two of them acted as if he were the culprit. Yang Fan shook his head and chuckled. After they left, he returned to his seat.

Soon, the plane would land at Yanjing Airport, and he would begin his new life. However, Yang Fan didn't care much about any of this. He was a carefree person, always laughing and joking, as if he'd never known sadness—at least, that's how he appeared to outsiders!

In fact, his decision to study in Yanjing wasn't his teacher's, but his parents'. Thinking of his parents, a deeply hidden coldness quietly surfaced in Yang Fan's eyes.

Home—what an unfamiliar word! All he could remember were scattered fragments of images; he couldn't even recall what his parents looked like. In his heart, his only family was his master, that wine-and-meat-loving monk who was always with his wine.

Sometimes, Yang Fan even doubted whether his master was truly a monk, spending his days drinking and eating meat, claiming it was about cultivating the mind, not the body. Yet, Yang Fan held his master in the deepest respect. Without his master, perhaps he would still be trapped in that cold world, observing it with indifference, keeping everyone at arm's length!

It was because of his master that he completely sealed away his coldness, gradually learning to laugh, forgetting his pain, forgetting his former self!

Thinking of this, Yang Fan gently stroked the string of Buddhist prayer beads on his arm. This string of beads had thirty-six beads, a gift from his master when he became his disciple. It was the only thing he truly cherished.

Having finally found some peace and quiet, Yang Fan was completely absorbed in his own world. Just as he snapped out of his reverie and opened his eyes, he found himself facing a beautiful woman.

"Did I disturb you? I was just a little curious about you and wanted to take a closer look..." She

had only sat down next to Yang Fan and glanced at his face a few times when he caught her in the act, making Dongfang Lan feel extremely embarrassed.

Although she and Lin Jiaxin had different surnames, they were as close as sisters. From childhood, almost everything one had, the other would also have. Because of this closeness, Dongfang Lan also knew a great deal about Lin Jiaxin's boyfriend, Qi Tianming, who had met with misfortune before their marriage. Dongfang Lan knew very well what kind of feelings Lin Jiaxin had for Qi Fangwen. "Luckily, I took this flight, otherwise I would have missed a once-in-a-millennium show! I must find out everything about Yang Fan and figure out how he stole our little Xin Xin's heart!"

With this thought in mind, Dongfang Lan silently sat down next to Yang Fan. She was just about to take a good look at him, to see him clearly from head to toe, when Yang Fan opened his eyes and woke up, making her quite embarrassed.

Yang Fan glanced at Dongfang Lan and couldn't help but smile. Just a moment ago, she was wearing a black tight-fitting dress, exuding sexiness and charm. Even when she stood there with utmost elegance, she still exuded a bewitching aura. Now, however, she had changed into a slightly more innocent-looking T-shirt and jeans, looking much more refreshing, and actually exuding a faint air of innocence.

However, the oversized t-shirt was clearly not hers. Yang Fan glanced at Dongfang Lan's chest and immediately knew: this t-shirt must belong to Lin Jiaxin!

"What are you laughing at?"

Dongfang Lan felt inexplicably annoyed by Yang Fan's look and smile. Even if he didn't say it, she knew what he was laughing at.

From childhood, when she walked with Lin Jiaxin, she was often compared to her breasts. To be fair, hers weren't small, but compared to Lin Jiaxin's almost otherworldly "weapons of mass destruction," they seemed insignificant, utterly lacking!

Yang Fan smiled again, frankly saying, "I just think this t-shirt you're wearing is a little ill-fitting. If you feel I've offended you, then I apologize."

With that, Yang Fan closed his eyes again.

Dongfang Lan and Lin Jiaxin were two completely different kinds of women. Although both appeared somewhat charming, they were quite different. Lin Jiaxin's allure is innate, a charm that comes from within. Every smile, every word, every action exudes a natural, captivating allure, as if she were born to be a bewitching enchantress.

Yet, she is gentle and conservative, unwilling to easily reprimand others, yet unwilling to let anyone cross her boundaries. This personality, coupled with her physique, explains why she wasn't completely devoured, leaving not even a trace. Besides her luck, she undoubtedly owes some of the legacy of Qi Tianming (a famous Chinese wuxia novelist).

Dongfang Lan's allure, on the other hand, is an overt display. Her clothing, speech, and mannerisms certainly give off a sexy vibe, but it's clear that she consciously controls and showcases her beauty, presenting it to others for them to see, but not easily possessing. Coupled with Dongfang Lan's relatively outgoing and capable personality, standing next to her would definitely attract different kinds of attention.

Seeing Yang Fan actually close his eyes in front of her, Dongfang Lan couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. She didn't believe Yang Fan was some kind of gentleman. According to her logic, all men are the same, so Yang Fan couldn't possibly be any different from other men. With such a beautiful and delicate woman like herself sitting next to him, he should be the one to strike up a conversation.

"Could it be, as Xin Xin said, that he just happened to be there and helped her out? But such a chance encounter, such a casual act of kindness, could make the usually calm and collected Xin Xin's heart flutter, leaving her flustered and flustered in front of him?"

The more she thought about it, the more reliable her judgment seemed. Dongfang Lan secretly resolved that after getting off the plane, she would definitely follow Yang Fan and find out what he really did!

"If you really just happened to be there and helped our Xin Xin out of the blue, I'll definitely thank you properly. But if you had ulterior motives, or even... if you orchestrated this whole farce, don't blame Sister Dongfang for being ruthless and destroying your fifth limb!"

Yang Fan probably never imagined that he had unknowingly offended a stunningly beautiful woman, and that she harbored the intention of crippling his fifth limb. However, at this moment, perhaps lost in his own memories, he wasn't in the mood for jokes and didn't notice the change in her eyes!

After the plane slowly landed, Yang Fan slung his backpack over his shoulder, took his luggage, and immediately left the airport by taxi. According to the information his master had given him, they had arranged accommodation for him. Although he was somewhat reluctant, Yang Fan had no choice; otherwise, with so little money, would he have to sleep on the streets? As soon as

Yang Fan left, Dongfang Lan hurriedly said a few words to Lin Jiaxin and then, passing through Anjian, followed closely behind Yang Fan, taking a taxi to catch up with him.

Lin Jiaxin, of course, didn't know the real reason why Dongfang Lan was in such a hurry to leave. She only grumbled a few times before leaving with the other flight attendants. Yang Fan didn't leave any contact information, which made her feel a little uncomfortable, but deep down, she also breathed a long sigh of relief.

If Yang Fan had really left his contact information, or was actually waiting for her to have dinner, she wouldn't know how to react. Growing up, apart from her unfortunate deceased boyfriend, she had never really been in a serious relationship with another man. Even with her boyfriend, the time they spent together was very limited, and even though the wedding date was set, he met with an unfortunate accident the day before the wedding…

Chapter 8

[The Annulment of the Engagement] Annulling the engagement was the first thing Yang Fan wanted to do upon arriving in Yanjing. This wasn't because he was dissatisfied with the marriage, but because Yang Fan didn't want to be too bound by others. Moreover, he didn't want his life's most important matter to be arranged by his parents so haphazardly.

He didn't actually have many memories of his parents. He had spent almost his entire life growing up in the temple with his master. He had seen his parents only a handful of times. While he didn't hate them, their relationship was lukewarm at best.

Perhaps, the reason he wanted to break off the engagement was partly due to a desire to repay his parents. In his heart, they had no right to arrange his marriage; although they gave birth to him, they hadn't taken on the responsibility of raising him—a knot in Yang Fan's heart that he couldn't untie…

"No. 96, Chengji Lane, Tianhe Community, South Ring Road, Yanjing! My God, I haven't made a mistake, have I?"

Yang Fan checked the address on the paper in his hand again, looking at the luxurious villa that occupied an entire mountain peak with disbelief.

In this day and age, the rich live in the suburbs, and the poor live in the city. Although Yang Fan knew his fiancée's family was wealthy when the taxi driver drove him to the suburbs, he never imagined they were this rich.

This is a detached villa built halfway up a mountain, using the entire mountain peak as its foundation. Its castle-like European style, nestled amidst green hills and clear waters, exudes a mysterious aristocratic atmosphere.

Several other villas stand nearby. Even someone like Yang Fan, who has little concept of money, can tell these villas were incredibly expensive, and the residents are undoubtedly wealthy and powerful.

"Could this be the woman I'm trying to break off my engagement with? Who was that woman my father arranged for me to marry when I was a baby?"

"Should I reconsider? Judging by her appearance, she's definitely a wealthy young woman. If I could marry her, I wouldn't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of my life!"

"No, no! Even if she's rich, what if she's unattractive? Wouldn't I be at a huge loss? Even if I didn't have to worry about food and drink, I'd have to live with a haggard old woman every day. Is that even a life?"

Yang Fan stood at the gate, constantly looking around, unaware that he had already attracted the attention of the security guards. Those who work as security guards here are naturally not just ordinary retired soldiers; they possess considerable knowledge and discernment.

The guy in front of him, though constantly peeking around furtively, was dressed in expensive clothes, probably worth hundreds of thousands. Such a person was no ordinary individual.

If he also had a luxury car, the security guard might have thought he was one of his young mistress's suitors. However, he wasn't sure; wealthy people these days often have questionable thoughts, and perhaps he was doing this on purpose to make a good impression on his mistress.

Regardless, as a security guard, especially a dutiful one, seeing someone loitering around, he had to approach and inquire: "Sir, is there something you need?"

"Brother, I'm looking for someone!"

Yang Fan nodded politely to the guard.

"Looking for someone? Who are you looking for?"

The guard frowned slightly, a sudden suspicion rising in his heart.

"Excuse me, is the owner of this house Xin Nalan?"

Yang Fan pointed to the mansion in front of him, asking somewhat uncertainly.

"You're looking for someone? How come you don't even know the owner's surname?"

At this moment, the guard's suspicion grew stronger, and even his tone became somewhat unfriendly.

"I know his last name, but I'm not entirely sure if he lives here!"

Yang Fan sensed the change in the other man's attitude, but he didn't say anything and continued explaining.

"Kid, whoever you are, you'd better leave quickly if you know what's good for you. This isn't a place for people like you!"

Yang Fan's actions made the security guard even more certain that this well-dressed guy had definitely come to scout out

the place beforehand. To be honest, he was actually a little impressed by this guy. To scout out a place like this, did he really think he could get something out of this place? That was really underestimating him, treating him, the security guard, like a decoration!

Thinking this, the security guard's attitude immediately did a 180-degree turn, and he was almost pointing his finger at Yang Fan and cursing him.

"What do you mean? What do you mean this isn't a place for people like me?"

Although Yang Fan didn't want to cause trouble, the other man's thief-like attitude still made him frown slightly.

"What, do I have to spell it out for you? Which gang are you from, brother? Show me your name. I know plenty of guys in the underworld. Let me tell you, you might be able to pull off some small-time stunts outside, but this isn't a place where you can make a profit. Don't think I'm here 24/7; there are tons of bodyguards inside, and surveillance cameras everywhere. I advise you to leave; this isn't a place for you."

Hearing this, even if Yang Fan was completely naive, he knew the other man thought he was a thief trying to take advantage of the situation. No wonder the security guard's tone was unfriendly; so that's why.

"I am indeed here to find someone! Believe it or not, it's up to you!"

Shrugging, Yang Fan was too lazy to explain. From the look in the other man's eyes, he knew that even if he talked himself hoarse, they wouldn't believe him. Why waste his breath?

Seeing that Yang Fan ignored him, the security guard was instantly enraged. Even though he was just a security guard, he still had to consider who he was working for. Normally, even millionaires who wanted to visit their masters would treat him with respect, but this kid was completely oblivious.

Even if he was really looking for someone, he should at least show some courtesy, right? Besides, this guy didn't look like a good person. Seeing that Yang Fan was actually trying to walk directly into the villa, he grabbed his baton from the guardhouse and swung it at Yang Fan.

He had already decided to teach this guy a lesson first, and then call the police. After all, he was a former special forces soldier, and this guy was as skinny as a monkey; dealing with him would be a piece of cake.

Yang Fan's eyes turned cold. This security guard had actually swung his baton at him without saying a word; if he were hit, he'd probably be bleeding profusely. He hadn't wanted to stoop to the level of the guard, but the guard's actions had completely enraged Yang Fan.

Without making any move, just as the baton in the other man's hand was about to strike his head, he slightly shifted his body, and the baton barely grazed his nose, without causing him any harm.

The security guard was completely stunned. He had absolute confidence in his abilities; after all, he was a retired special forces soldier. Three or five burly men were no match for him. Otherwise, he wouldn't be working as a security guard in a place like this. He knew that the income of a security guard here was no less than that of a white-collar worker in a regular company.

Even with his supposedly unerring aim, he couldn't even touch the hem of the other man's clothes. He shook his head vigorously, attributing the situation to his years of inactivity and rusty hands.

Thinking this, he retracted his baton and swung it at Yang Fan again, this time aiming for Yang Fan's head. There were no fancy moves, but the force was undeniable; Yang Fan could even feel the baton rubbing against the air.

"Not bad!"

This time, Yang Fan didn't dodge. Just as the baton was about to strike him, he stretched out his right hand and firmly clamped it in the other man's hand. No matter how hard the security guard tried, the baton wouldn't budge, as if it were clamped.

"Kid, you're asking for it!"

In desperation, the security guard quickly released his hand, abandoning the baton and throwing a punch at Yang Fan's face, as if he wanted to smash him to pieces.

With lightning speed, Yang Fan caught the incoming fist with one hand, and simultaneously extended his other fist in a similarly swift motion. However, his fist moved like a ghost, appearing and disappearing without a trace. The security guard didn't even see how he threw the punch before the massive fist was already upon him.

Watching the fist draw ever closer to his face, the security guard desperately tried to dodge, but found himself seemingly paralyzed. No matter which angle he tried to dodge from, he couldn't escape the fist.

Just as the fist was about to strike his face, it mysteriously stopped just before contact. The security guard's hair stood on end; his cheeks even caved in from the immense force. He clearly felt the powerful wind blasting against his face, swallowed hard, and his eyes were filled with utter horror!

As a former special forces soldier, although he hadn't experienced a real battlefield, he was a top-tier expert who had persevered through rigorous training. Therefore, he understood all too well the skill required for an opponent's fist to suddenly stop at this moment!

There was no doubt about the power of that punch. If it had landed on his face, it would have been a bloody mess. He himself could have achieved that kind of power. But to control that power so perfectly was something he couldn't do.

Even if he wanted to stop, he certainly wouldn't have been able to. Yet, his opponent stopped when the fist was only half an inch away. This could only mean one thing: his opponent's strength far exceeded his expectations!

"Stop!"

Just then, a dignified voice suddenly rang out. A black Lamborghini pulled up outside the villa, the door opened, and an elderly man in a Tang suit stepped out.

He was a strange old man, so thin he was practically skin and bones, with pale skin, a curly beard, long eyebrows, and silver hair sticking up in the air.

The only thing that indicated his noble lineage was his pair of dark eyes, deep within which seemed to burn with a crimson flame, making it impossible to look directly at him. He exuded a dangerous aura, inspiring fear and making people hesitant to approach!

"A master!"

Upon seeing the old man, Yang Fan immediately became wary.

Chapter 9

[Nalan Qingcheng] Behind the old man followed a refined-looking young man. The young man was only about 1.75 meters tall, thin but not weak, but the hideous scar on his face completely ruined his entire demeanor, making him look exceptionally ferocious and terrifying.

He had not an ounce of excess fat on his body. Although he didn't look as imposing as the muscular men on TV, the muscles beneath his clothes were full of power, his body taut like an arrow released from a bow, ready to pounce!

Another master. Just as Yang Fan was sizing up the other man, he was also sizing up Yang Fan. Being stared at by the other man, Yang Fan felt like he was being watched by a vicious wolf, his entire body shrouded in killing intent. Moreover, the way he looked at him had a restless impulse, like a cheetah spotting its prey, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

"Young man, what brings you here?"

Just then, the elderly man in the Tang suit spoke.

"Yes!"

Yang Fan nodded, shifting his gaze from the young man to the elderly man.

"Oh? What is it?"

The elderly man waved away the security guard beside him before asking.

"Looking for someone!"

"Who?"

"Nalan Kang!"

"You're asking for death!"

However, just as Yang Fan uttered the name, the man beside the elderly man tensed his muscles and, like a cheetah, lunged at Yang Fan.

Halfway there, the man suddenly flipped in mid-air, his legs meeting in a whip-like motion, aiming a powerful kick at Yang Fan's neck. Even before the leg reached him, a strong gust of wind swept towards the door.

Yang Fan, who had been on guard, didn't know why the man had suddenly attacked him, but he didn't back down. His right hand formed a fist, and just as the man's whip-like kick was about to strike him, he swiftly struck, his fist landing squarely on the man's shin.

*Thump! Thump! Thump!* Although he struck his opponent, Yang Fan was still forced back three steps by the opponent's powerful force before regaining his footing. Meanwhile, the opponent, with a graceful turn in mid-air, landed behind the old man, still in the same position, motionless.

However, his right leg beneath his black trousers was trembling slightly; although he tried his best to maintain his posture, the posture looked somewhat strange!

A glint of light flashed in the old man's eyes, and he gently waved his hand, stopping the man who wanted to rush forward again. Then, after carefully examining Yang Fan, he asked, "Young man, do you know Nalan Kang?"

"No!"

Yang Fan was secretly surprised; the man's strength was indeed extraordinary. Even now, his entire right arm was still slightly numb.

"Oh? Then what do you want with him?"

the old man in the Tang suit asked with slight curiosity.

"To annul the engagement!"

Having finally shaken off the discomfort in his arm, Yang Fan said calmly.

"Broken engagement? What's your name?"

Hearing Yang Fan's question, the old man in the Tang suit narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yang Fan!"

"Yang Fan? Heh, in that case, come with me!"

After giving Yang Fan another once-over, the old man in the Tang suit led the way into the villa, while the black-clad man drove his expensive Lamborghini to the other side.

Following the old man, Yang Fan ascended the stone steps, first passing a vast swimming pool. It was an oval-shaped pool, designed in the style of ancient Greek and Roman architecture, with a green marble bottom. The pool's facade featured a temple of Neptune, flanked by a dozen milky-white Roman columns.

The columns were inlaid with lifelike reliefs, and on the other side of the pool was a group of exquisite marble sculptures. Judging from the carving techniques and materials, it was clearly the work of a master.

It was midday, and the blue sky and white clouds were reflected in the pool, the shimmering water and interplay of light and shadow creating a dazzling spectacle.

The entire villa is managed very strictly and orderly. Every tree wall is trimmed very neatly, every path is swept very clean, and the servants encountered on the road bow to each other with sincere and unpretentious manners, just like the exterior of the villa, which is ostentatious but not ostentatious, and magnificent but not vulgar.

Looking at the luxurious building, Yang Fan felt a pang of temptation. All these things, if he truly married his fiancée whom he had never met, would belong to him. Giving up this marriage was tantamount to giving up this readily available wealth and status!

Along the way, Yang Fan gained a comprehensive understanding of the lives of these wealthy people. After a four- or five-minute walk, the two finally arrived at a luxurious living room.

As soon as they entered, servants brought tea and pastries. Even without tasting them, the tempting colors of the pastries suggested they would be delicious. Although he hadn't eaten yet, Yang Fan had no appetite.

"Yang Fan, right? Tell me your reasons! Why did you come to annul the engagement?"

After taking their seats, the elderly man in the Tang suit sat at the head of the table, looking at Yang Fan with a displeased expression. Although he was trying to suppress his emotions, Yang Fan could still sense that the old man was angry!

Indeed, he was angry; the patriarch of one of China's four super-families was completely enraged! His most beloved granddaughter, Nalan Qingcheng, hailed as the most beautiful woman in Yanjing, had actually been jilted by an arrogant brat!

In all of Yanjing, and even in all of China, who would dare to directly refuse the Nalan family's proposal? Refuse his own granddaughter?

His most beloved granddaughter had suitors from all the prominent families in Yanjing who could form a reinforced platoon, and countless others coveted her. This wasn't just due to the Nalan family's status, but also Nalan Qingcheng's beauty!

Every day, countless people came to propose marriage, only to be rejected. And now, someone had actually come to break off the engagement. This wasn't just a matter of his granddaughter's face; it concerned the reputation of the entire Nalan family. If it weren't for the relationship between the two families, he would have wanted to cripple this brat on the spot.

"Ahem!"

Yang Fan coughed lightly, ignoring the man's almost murderous gaze, and slowly stood up, saying, "Grandpa Nalan, I just feel that marriage is a serious matter and should not be taken lightly. Miss Nalan and I have never met before, yet we are now discussing marriage directly. I think neither Miss Nalan nor I will be satisfied with this marriage, so..."

He stopped there; his meaning was clear, and there was no need to continue.

"You have someone you like?"

Nalan Kang asked with a dark expression, barely suppressing his anger.

"No!"

Yang Fan shook his head.

"Then you think my Qingcheng is not good enough for you?" Nalan Kang's

face darkened even more.

"No, although I have never met Miss Nalan, just from her name, I know she must possess a beauty that could rival the most beautiful women in history. Otherwise, she wouldn't have such a name as 'Qingcheng' (meaning 'beauty that could topple cities and kingdoms')."

While answering the question, Yang Fan couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Qingcheng?" "What a daring name! Are there really people this arrogant in the world? Does she really think she's the most beautiful woman in the land?

Nalan Qingcheng? The name sounds alright, but these days, the uglier someone is, the more impressive their name tends to be. So, what's the point of just hearing the name? But to successfully annul this engagement, I'll still offer a few insincere compliments!

" "Then… give me a reason?"

Perhaps because he was overly confident in his granddaughter's appearance, Nalan Kang didn't detect Yang Fan's insincere praise. On the contrary, upon hearing the compliment, the gloom on his face lessened slightly.

"Grandpa Nalan, while I don't object to arranged marriages, I don't advocate for them either. I've always preferred freedom and don't want my life to be controlled by others. Of course, that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Miss Nalan and I have never met and have no emotional foundation whatsoever. If we were to marry hastily, there would be no happiness to speak of."

"I think you, Grandpa Nalan, wouldn't want your granddaughter to be unhappy, would you? And I believe Miss Nalan feels the same way; she wants to pursue her true love and doesn't want to ruin her life's happiness because of a marriage contract."

"Although I don't know why you made this marriage agreement back then, and I know you're not playing around, I still don't want you, Grandpa Nalan, to gamble with your granddaughter's happiness. Because I really can't guarantee that if we were to marry, I could truly love her!"

"At the same time, I don't want to have to let go of my true love because of a marriage contract if I ever do meet him in the future. I would regret it for the rest of my life! Moreover, for certain reasons, I am destined to be unable to marry for a long time. You should know this, Grandpa Nalan. Therefore, I really don't want to delay Miss Nalan's life!"

Listening to Yang Fan's explanation, if his previous eloquent explanation had lessened his anger considerably, then Yang Fan's last sentence silenced him and plunged him into reminiscence!

Because of what happened back then, he had harmed the Yang family, and it was for this reason that he, feeling guilty, arranged this marriage to make amends.

But, did he really have to marry his most beloved granddaughter to a man who might suddenly disappear one day? His fate was already sealed. Although he owed them all this, did he really have to repay it with his granddaughter's lifelong happiness?

He had considered announcing the engagement, but whenever he thought about how he was the one who had caused Yang Fan's misfortune, he couldn't bear to bring it up again. Logically, now that Yang Fan had taken the initiative to annul the engagement, he should do him a favor and cancel the marriage. But if he did that, how could he face his old friend?

Chapter 10 [Peerless Beauty]

"By the way, can't you fully control your body yet?" After

a long silence, Nalan Kang finally asked Yang Fan. This time, his face showed no anger, only deep remorse.

Slightly taken aback, Yang Fan hadn't expected the question, but he answered truthfully, "I've studied Buddhism with my master for eighteen years. Although I can barely suppress it now, sometimes I still can't completely control it."

With a long sigh, Nalan Kang said earnestly, "Alas! It's my Nalan family's fault, Xiao Fan. You should know that the Nalan family has been in business for so many years and now has some wealth. Qingcheng is my most beloved granddaughter, and she has a talent for business. I'm preparing to entrust her with managing the entire Nalan family. If you two get married, all of this will be yours!"

As one of the four oldest families in China, the Nalan family wields immense influence in both politics and economics, with businesses spanning various industries. They control a quarter of China's industries, making them incredibly wealthy.

Yang Fan didn't know this, but he could glean some insight from what he saw and heard. Nalan Kang's meaning was crystal clear. Now, all he had to do was nod, and all of this would be his.

The temptation was immense; to say he wasn't tempted would be a lie. After weighing the options, Yang Fan gritted his teeth and said, "This is all Miss Nalan's good fortune, it has nothing to do with me. If I really needed these things, I would fight for them with my own hands!"

"Really not going to reconsider? While Qingcheng may not be considered a beauty that could topple kingdoms, she's quite famous in Yanjing, and has many suitors. Don't you really want such a beautiful wife?"

Yang Fan was almost driven mad by this old man. One moment he was furious about wanting to annul the engagement, the next he was trying to entice him to marry his granddaughter. How could there be such a person in the world?

But he still said, "Grandpa Nalan, as the saying goes, forced marriages are never sweet. Perhaps Miss Nalan and I are not meant to be. I think..."

"Very well, since you insist, I won't say anything more. Actually, I know that although Qingcheng hasn't said anything about it, she's quite opposed to it deep down. If we really wanted to make this happen, I wouldn't know how to proceed. Now that you've come to annul the engagement, you've solved a troublesome matter for me. But Xiao Fan, remember, no matter what, this is always your home. If you encounter any difficulties, just tell your grandfather, and I'll definitely help you sort it out."

"Thank you, Grandpa!"

Yang Fan stood up and said sincerely. From Nalan Kang's tone, he could truly feel that his concern for him came from the bottom of his heart.

From childhood to adulthood, in Yang Fan's heart, the only person who had truly been good to him was his master. He hadn't even felt this way about his parents. But now, he felt the same kind of love from Nalan Kang as he had from his master. This suddenly warmed his heart.

The annulment of the engagement had failed, but he had gained a sense of kinship instead, which was completely beyond Yang Fan's expectations. He thought that even if the other party didn't kick him out outright, they definitely wouldn't treat him well. But the result was completely different…

Originally, Yang Fan had acted with a bit of revenge in mind, and although his revenge had failed, he felt no displeasure.

Just then, melodious flute music suddenly drifted from the villa. The music was ethereal and graceful, its melody flowing and melodious, like the cry of wild geese, sometimes heard, sometimes hidden, its pitch rising and falling, gentle and serene, calming the mind. Then,

the style changed, becoming beautiful and gentle, with a touch of melancholy. The ethereal overtones transported the listener to a scene of rippling blue waves and swirling mist, as if one were on a boat, sailing far away, gazing at the Nine Peaks shrouded in clouds and water, witnessing the rushing clouds and water!

The melody, sometimes melodious, sometimes somber, sometimes light, sometimes indignant, was like a person's state of mind undergoing dozens of changes in a very short time, ultimately settling on everything, determined not to give up until the goal was achieved! However, in the end, the sound tended towards calm, as if seeing through the world's illusions, indifferent to all things, yet within this detachment, there was a touch of lingering affection, a touch of reluctance…

Hearing this sudden sound of the flute, Yang Fan's eyebrows twitched slightly, and the words he was about to speak were abruptly interrupted. Listening to the flute, something deep within his heart seemed to be stirred, and he couldn't help but be intoxicated by the beautiful music, unable to extricate himself…

Meanwhile, deep within the villa, in the garden where a hundred flowers bloomed, a woman in white was intently playing a long flute in front of the flowers.

She wore a pale white classical palace dress, elegant yet possessing an ethereal quality; the wide skirt flowed behind her, graceful and noble. Her jet- black hair, as dark as jade, was simply styled into a flying fairy bun, adorned with a few plump, round pearls that made her cloud-like hair appear even softer and more lustrous.

Her pure white dress just barely revealed her graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones. The folds of her skirt, like snow and moonlight, flowed and cascaded to the ground, trailing more than three feet, making her even more elegant and graceful. A strand of her black hair fell to her chest, and her light makeup only enhanced her beauty. The faint blush on her cheeks created a delicate and lovely effect, like pure flower petals. She resembled a butterfly fluttering in the wind, or a clear and pure snowflake! With

peach-blossom cheeks, starry eyes, a delicate mouth and nose, and skin as smooth as ice and jade, her beauty seemed otherworldly. Bathed in the shimmering light of the pearls surrounding her, she was even more breathtaking, like a fairy who had mistakenly descended from a celestial palace to earth.

This was an exquisitely beautiful woman, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn waters, captivating with every glance. At this moment, she seemed like a fairy maiden stepping out of a traditional Chinese painting, her robes fluttering, light and ethereal!

Behind her, two young women served her, one on each side. The girl on the left wore a bright red phoenix-patterned dress; her phoenix eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, delicate nose, and cherry-like lips exuded a noble and beautiful charm with a hint of allure. Her captivating beauty contained a touch of bewitching allure; her smile before she spoke was utterly alluring. The other girl, shy and demure, wore a simple, elegant silk dress, her skin as white as frost and snow, her beautiful eyes misty and alluring. As

soon as the music ended, the girl on the left immediately took the long flute from the woman in white. Stretching her delicate body slightly, the woman in white casually asked, "How's it going outside?"

The girl on her right immediately replied, "Miss, the master is talking to him. But I heard from the steward that he wasn't the one who proposed; it seems he's here to annul the engagement." "

Annul the engagement? Interesting. I never thought I, Nalan Qingcheng, would be rejected. Lan'er, do you think I'm such a failure as a person? I was inexplicably divorced by a fiancé I've never even met?"

The woman in white casually toyed with the hem of her dress, a faint smile playing on her lips.

The girl on the left said, "Miss, he's just a country bumpkin. How could he possibly be worthy of you? His actions show he has some self-awareness. Besides, isn't this better? From now on, you won't be bound by any marriage contract anymore!"

The girl on the right added, "Yes, Miss, this way, our previous plan to have him voluntarily break off the engagement won't need to be implemented!"

"Heh, is that so? But why do I still feel a little unwilling?"

"Then what does Miss mean..."

"Lan'er, Ping'er, you are women too. You should know what it means for a woman to be rejected by a man. Although both are breakups, voluntary and involuntary breakups are completely different concepts. Originally, I wasn't interested in him, but now, I want to see what's so special about this first man who actively rejected me."

"But Miss..."

"No buts. Go and arrange it immediately! Also, I need all his information, including his every move in Yanjing!"

After saying this, the woman in white turned and walked into the depths of the courtyard, leaving the two girls staring at each other wide-eyed.

An incredulous expression appeared on their faces. Nalan Qingcheng, regarded as an unattainable goddess by countless young men and hailed as the most beautiful woman in Yanjing, actually took the initiative to approach a man. Who would believe it if word got out?

Meanwhile, in another mansion in Yanjing, an elderly man stood by the window. He had white hair, neatly parted to the side. His eyes, though weathered, were remarkably bright, even piercing, like a child's dark, shining eyes. His skin was slightly dark, and he was tall and thin. Time had etched indelible marks on his forehead. He wore loose-fitting clothes. Even his casual stance exuded an air of otherworldly refinement.

The door opened silently, and another elderly man with similarly white hair entered, like a ghost. His arrival was completely silent. He floated lightly behind the man by the window, remaining silent, his body slightly bent, waiting quietly.

"He's here?"

After a long while, the elderly man finally asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“When did you arrive?”

“Nine o’clock this morning.”

“Where are you now?”

“At the Nalan residence.”

“What are you doing?”

“Breaking off the engagement.”

“Breaking off the engagement?”

Upon hearing this, the old man couldn't help but ask.

“Yes, news came from over there that the young master did indeed go to break off the engagement.”

“Sigh! Forget it, it's our Yang family's fault. Let him do whatever he wants. I'll explain to Nalan Kang. Keep a close eye on his every move; I don't want anything to happen to him. Also, don't let him discover your presence.”

“Yes!”

“Alright, you can leave now. I want to be alone!”

“Yes, sir!”

He came silently and left silently, and the room fell silent again. The old man remained motionless, staring out the window, his expression unchanged throughout. Only his withered hands clenched into fists and then slowly relaxed…

[Collect, please collect!]

Chapter 11 [Do you recognize me?]

“A guest played the flute, accompanying a song. Its sound was mournful, like a lament, like a sob; the lingering notes were delicate and continuous…”

Even after leaving the Nalan family, the melodious sound of the flute still echoed in Yang Fan's mind. It was like the soft weeping of a beautiful woman, or the gentle whisper of a nightingale.

Without asking the old man Nalan's identity and refusing his repeated attempts to stay, Yang Fan left the luxurious villa.

Glancing back at the villa behind him, Yang Fan knew that today he had not only rejected a peerless beauty, but also an opportunity for rapid advancement and success, a fortune of billions, and the life many people dream of their entire lives.

Did he regret it? To be honest, Yang Fan did feel a little regret. It wasn't about the wealth, but rather the regret that arose after he heard the sound of the flute.

Who else in the entire Nalan family, besides the legendary beauty of Yanjing, could possess such captivating charm to play such a beautiful and moving melody?

Although there was no evidence to prove that the person in the video was Nalan Qingcheng, Yang Fan was absolutely certain. As for why the flute music came precisely after he had stated his position, it was undoubtedly a provocation, or rather, a way of proving something to him.

Its purpose was simply for the young lady of the Nalan family to make him understand that his choice was a huge mistake, and also to show him her confidence in her appearance. This confidence was deeply hidden in the sound of the flute, but Yang Fan clearly felt it.

However, Yang Fan didn't care. As he and Old Master Nalan had said, even if Miss Nalan was incredibly beautiful, it was impossible for him to marry her without any emotional foundation. Therefore, while he felt a little regretful for rejecting the marriage proposal, he didn't regret it!

Strolling along the wide highway, Yang Fan suddenly realized a frustrating fact: there were no taxis here…

He had taken a taxi directly from the city center. But everyone in this area was a super-rich person, worth hundreds of millions, owning numerous luxury cars and even having their own drivers. Why would they need taxis?

Therefore, throughout the entire suburbs, apart from a few luxury cars, Yang Fan walked for half a day without seeing a single taxi.

At this moment, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel regret. If he hadn't repeatedly refused, perhaps he would already be back in the city under the escort of the Nalan family's driver, instead of being like a homeless child, wandering aimlessly!

Lost in thought, Yang Fan didn't notice his surroundings. Driving on the highway, he paid no attention to the onlookers. Just as he was racking his brains about how to get back to the city, a white Porsche suddenly stopped behind him. The

screeching

sound of the car braking sharply reached his ears. He even felt a chill run down his spine; the Porsche's front end was less than two centimeters from his body. He could even feel the hairs on his calves standing on end.

Normally, Yang Fan wouldn't be so alert, but he was preoccupied with the beautiful sound of the flute and figuring out how to get back to the city. This momentarily lowered his guard, allowing the car to lurch right beside him before he reacted. He

sighed in relief, relieved that he'd been so close, and turned his gaze to the expensive sports car behind him. He wanted to see who was so blind as to provoke him when he was practically glued to the side of the road.

"Are you alright?"

A gentle voice rang out first, then the car door opened, and a delicate figure suddenly jumped out of the driver's seat.

It was a young woman in her early twenties. Tall and slender, she radiated youthful energy. Her eyes sparkled like morning stars, and her long black hair was casually tied into a ponytail, tossed behind her.

Due to sweat, her t-shirt clung to her body, further highlighting her well-proportioned, full figure, exuding mature charm. Perhaps due to years of exercise, her skin, without makeup, always had a rosy glow.

On her sculpted neck, a simple necklace with a pendant that was neither gold nor stone complemented her perfectly, as if the necklace was born to be on her neck.

The moment this woman appeared, an undeniable aura of ethereal beauty washed over one, taking their breath away. Her beauty was purely a masterpiece of nature: her shoulders were sculpted like a knife's edge, her waist slender and graceful, her neck long and elegant, her skin smooth and fair, and her bright eyes sparkling with charm.

At this moment, she was slightly parted in nervousness, and her high, full breasts heaved. Seeing her, Yang Fan's initial urge to berate her vanished instantly.

"Are you... alright?"

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't reply, the girl approached him, first scrutinizing him before asking uncertainly.

"I'm fine!"

Shrugging, Yang Fan quickly regained his composure after the initial amazement. Although the girl before him was beautiful, what did that matter to him? His biggest concerns were how to get back and where to stay for the night. Without waiting for her to say anything more, Yang Fan turned to leave.

"Sir, are you really alright? Should I take you to see a doctor? I'm so sorry, it's all my fault for driving too fast. I hope I didn't hurt you?"

"I'm really fine, Miss. You go ahead with your work. I'm really fine. Look, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

Yang Fan found this girl quite interesting. If it were anyone else in this situation, they would probably run away for their lives, but she actually took the initiative to take responsibility. This made Yang Fan take a few more glances at her.

Yang Fan was puzzled, and the girl seemed equally puzzled. Like him, she had already prepared herself to be heavily extorted. But this guy didn't seem to care at all and even ignored her.

The girl knew her fame all too well. From three-year-old children to eighty-year-old grandmothers, everyone knew her name. Moreover, she hadn't worn any makeup today, making her even more easily recognized. Yet, this guy was completely unmoved by her!

"Don't you recognize me?"

Seeing that he was about to leave, the girl finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been luring her in.

"?"

Yang Fan, who hadn't taken more than a few steps, turned around with a puzzled look on his face. He looked the girl up and down, his face full of confusion. He didn't seem to remember such a beautiful woman. If he did, how could he not remember such a stunning beauty?

"Do you recognize her?"

Seeing Yang Fan deep in thought, the girl couldn't help but ask softly.

"No!"

Shaking his head, Yang Fan couldn't help but find it a little funny, and even more inexplicable. Why should he know her? Was this girl crazy? Thinking this, Yang Fan felt even more determined to leave as soon as possible.

"..."

This time, it was the girl's turn to be speechless. She had thought that after the girl finished looking her over, she would immediately run up to ask for an autograph. She had even prepared herself for that.

But who knew this guy would give her such a confused look, a look that was clearly like he was looking at an idiot, almost as if he were asking, "Are you out of your mind?" How could she accept that!

"You really don't recognize me?"

Suppressing her displeasure, she asked again.

"Why should I recognize you?"

This time, Yang Fan didn't answer, but asked in return.

"..."

"Then where are you going?"

"Back to the city!"

"Back to the city? Just like that? Walking?"

"If you're not walking, you'll take me!"

Rolling her eyes, Yang Fan felt a surge of annoyance. Wasn't this just rubbing salt into her wounds?

"Ah..."

Looking at Yang Fan again, she noticed his attire wasn't that of an ordinary person. His clothes were from the Italian brand Armani, and his shoes were from the world-renowned Fendi brand. From head to toe, everything was from a top brand, probably worth hundreds of thousands.

While such an outfit wasn't uncommon in Yanjing, someone like that was either a successful person or someone with considerable wealth. And someone like that shouldn't be unable to afford a car, right?

It's over twenty kilometers from here to the city center. While not too far, it would still take at least an hour or two to walk. This guy actually said he wanted to walk! It's getting dark; is he planning to walk in the dark?

"Are you really planning to walk back?"

the girl asked uncertainly, pointing to the seemingly endless highway ahead of Yang Fan.

"What else can I do? There are no taxis here. Okay, little sister, go do whatever you want. I need to get back to find a place to live, otherwise I'll have to sleep under a bridge tonight. Goodbye!"

With that, Yang Fan waved without looking back and walked away.

"Wait, if you'd like, I can give you a ride. I'm also heading back to the city."

The girl called out after Yang Fan had walked about ten paces.

She hadn't offered directly because she wanted to see if he was faking it. After all, as a girl alone with a guy, she had to be careful.

This sports car was a birthday gift from her parents for her twentieth birthday. She happened to have some free time tonight and decided to take it for a drive, but she never expected to encounter such a strange person. Not only did he not cause trouble after she bumped into him, but he also didn't recognize her…

“Really?”

Hearing the other person's voice, Yang Fan was overjoyed.

“Get in quickly!”

Gritting her teeth, seeing that the other person didn't seem like a bad guy, she decided to be a good person. With that, she jumped into the sports car.

“Alright!” In the blink

of an eye, Yang Fan had already jumped into the sports car at top speed.

[Thanks to brother “vip temptation” for the reward, becoming the first disciple of this book, bowing in gratitude!]

Chapter 12 [Kidnapping Incident]

“What's your name?”

Looking at the first man to get into her beloved car, the girl asked curiously.

“Yang Fan, and what about you?”

Yang Fan also felt quite fond of this girl who had offered him help in his most desperate time. That's how society is; adding flowers to someone's hair is nice, but offering help in their time of need is much easier to win someone's favor. Even Yang Fan couldn't escape this.

"You really don't recognize me?"

For the first time in twenty years, a sense of defeat welled up in the young woman's heart. Imagine, a household name like herself, encountering someone who didn't recognize her.

Although she was still a student, she had already been working in the entertainment industry for several years, and with her family's connections, she now held the title of "Asian Little Queen," gaining some fame not only in China but throughout Asia.

Yet now, she had encountered someone who didn't recognize her: "Is this guy some kind of savage who just came out of the mountains? How come he doesn't even know my name?"

Actually, she was right. Yang Fan, while not from the mountains, had certainly come from the desert. Although he kept up with the times and kept up with the latest news, he really didn't know much about celebrities.

"Yang Fan? My name is Shen Ruolan. You're not from around here, are you?"

While skillfully driving her white Porsche along the highway, Shen Ruolan felt it necessary to change the subject, or she was about to break down.

"Yes, I'm from Urumqi."

Smelling the unique fragrance inside the car, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a little restless. Being with such a beautiful girl, it would be abnormal for him not to have some thoughts.

However, saying he was from Urumqi was just a casual remark; he didn't really know where he was from. He had always lived in the vast desert, and only because Urumqi was the first city he had ever visited did he say he was from Urumqi.

Thinking of Urumqi, Yang Fan couldn't help but think of Qin Mengyao, the woman who had promised to accompany him to Beijing, but was forced to stay in Urumqi because of a mysterious phone call. "I wonder how things are going with her now?"

Without being able to contact her, Yang Fan could only keep his concern to himself.

For some reason, Yang Fan felt a strange fondness for Qin Mengyao, the first woman he encountered after leaving the desert. Although their time together was short, Qin Mengyao had left an indelible impression on him…

As the vehicle moved forward, Yang Fan and Shen Ruolan chatted idly. Yang Fan noticed that Shen Ruolan was very talkative; she mostly asked questions, and he answered, but there were never any awkward silences.

Their conversation consisted of trivial matters, and Yang Fan knew nothing more than that her name was Shen Ruolan and that she came from a good family. However, Yang Fan didn't press her for details; once they reached the city, they would go their separate ways. Judging from her attire, she was either a wealthy heiress or a young lady from a prominent family; they would likely have little contact in the future.

“Hmm?”

Suddenly, Yang Fan felt as if he were being targeted. His years of experience dealing with wolves told him that at least five pairs of eyes were staring at him, each gaze as ferocious as a wolf king.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Just as Yang Fan felt a sense of foreboding, four muffled gunshots rang out. Yang Fan felt the sports car beneath him swerve, lurching forward for about ten meters before coming to a stop.

"An ambush!"

To Yang Fan's surprise, the sudden turn of events didn't throw Shen Ruolan, this seemingly delicate young woman, into a panic. Instead, she stopped the car and silently sat inside.

An ambush? Indeed, Yang Fan sensed five figures rapidly approaching the sports car from a distance. Although their footsteps were very light, they all reached Yang Fan's ears.

"Who is lying in ambush here? Did I offend them? Were they assassins sent because I went to the Nalan family to annul the engagement? Or are they Shen Ruolan's enemies?"

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Yang Fan didn't react at all, remaining calmly seated.

"Miss Shen, how have you been? Let's get out and talk."

Just then, the group surrounded the sports car, and a rough voice entered the vehicle.

"Miss Shen?"

From the limited words they spoke, Yang Fan knew they weren't there for him. While slightly relieved, he couldn't help but feel curious. Who was this Miss Shen, that someone would specifically target her?

Before this, Yang Fan had suspected the Nalan family. Although he hadn't known the old master for very long, he still held a good impression of him. If these people were indeed sent by them, then Yang Fan could only prove he had misjudged them, and a life-or-death struggle with the Nalan family would be inevitable.

Fortunately, things hadn't turned out that way. Even so, these people were after Shen Ruolan. If he hadn't seen it, he could have easily pretended nothing had happened.

But she had just helped him, offering timely assistance when he was in trouble. Now that she was in danger, how could Yang Fan stand idly by?

"It's alright, let's go check it out!"

Yang Fan knew that staying in the car any longer wouldn't help in this situation. He patted Shen Ruolan's arm lightly and opened the car door first.

Although Shen Ruolan appeared calm on the surface, she was, after all, a woman of gentle nature, and how could she not be nervous in such a situation? But after Yang Fan's gentle pat, for some reason, her nervousness lessened considerably. Seeing that Yang Fan had already left the car, she gritted her teeth and followed him out...

The highway leading to the city wasn't very busy, as one end led to the city and the other to the residences of Beijing's wealthy elite. Especially now, as night was about to fall, there were hardly any cars on the road.

Shen Ruolan's white Porsche was parked alone in the middle of the road, surrounded by five burly men in black. They were all tall and strong, holding black pistols, and some had terrifying scars on their faces. It was clear at a glance that they were not good people.

"Who are you people?"

Looking at the five burly men, Shen Ruolan's face was icy cold, showing little fear. She knew that fear would be useless at this moment; only by remaining absolutely calm could she find a glimmer of hope.

She glanced at Yang Fan, only to find that his face showed no fear, not even a change in his eyes. It was as if he wasn't facing five ruthless killers, but merely a few statues.

For some reason, seeing Yang Fan's reaction, her heart gradually calmed down, and her fear diminished. She even felt an inexplicable sense of security from this young man she had just met!

"Miss Shen, if you want to know who we are, just come with us. Don't worry, we won't hurt you."

The burly men put away their guns. Clearly, in their eyes, the delicate and beautiful young woman before them posed no threat.

As for the slender little fellow, although the previous intelligence hadn't mentioned him, his frail appearance made him completely negligible. In fact, their mission was merely to kidnap Shen Ruolan, so they didn't want to escalate the situation.

"Why should I go with you?"

At this moment, Shen Ruolan couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. If she hadn't intentionally avoided the bodyguards, this wouldn't have happened. She had thought that no one in the entire Yanjing would dare to lay a hand on her, but unexpectedly, someone actually dared to challenge her.

"Hehe, Miss Shen, this isn't up to you. We brothers are just trying to make a living, so we hope Miss Shen won't make things difficult for us. Also, my brothers have quite a temper. If you anger them, I can't guarantee they might do anything to harm you. So please cooperate, Miss Shen!"

As he spoke, the burly man waved his hand, and immediately two of his men approached Shen Ruolan. They reached out their dark hands and grabbed at Shen Ruolan's arm, as if grabbing a chick.

"What do you want? I'm telling you, I've already called the police, and they're coming soon. You'd better leave quickly. This is Yanjing, a society governed by law. Don't cause any trouble!"

Seeing the two burly men approaching her, Shen Ruolan finally panicked. However, she was quick-witted enough to use the police to intimidate them.

"Police? Miss Shen, you're really adorably naive. If we were really afraid of the police, would we have come to ask you for help? Miss Shen has delicate skin; I really wouldn't want to hurt you. How about it? Cooperate?"

The two burly men's eyes gleamed with lust, their faces lewd, yet they spoke like saints, making Yang Fan, standing to the side, cringe.

What was this? This was like a prostitute trying to maintain a virtuous facade! They were clearly kidnappers, yet they acted like saints. It seemed he was out of touch with the times. When did kidnappers become so civilized?

They say it's not the thugs who are scary, but the thugs with culture, but Yang Fan found these cultured thugs incredibly lewd. " They're clearly thugs, what's the point of having culture?

Thugs, thugs, they're clearly people of low character, idle and wicked, yet these guys insist on pretending to be virtuous gentlemen. It's infuriating to watch. " "Gentlemen," Yang Fan finally couldn't help but speak his mind,

"it's such a waste that you're not celebrities. Such great acting talent, and you're doing this kind of thing? Don't you think it's a waste of your talent?" Little did he know, before the burly men could react, Shen Ruolan was clearly displeased. How could she associate these people with her? She really disliked them! ( Chapter 13, May 2nd ) The burly men who hadn't paid any attention to Yang Fan finally turned their attention to him. In their eyes, this guy was a typical pretty boy, relying on his family's wealth to bully others. In their eyes, such people were nothing more than spoiled brats and good-for-nothings, posing no threat whatsoever. That's why they didn't even bother to look at him properly; all they cared about was taking the main character away, not his life or death. But this guy actually wanted to play the hero at this moment? Did he really think his small frame could withstand their combined punches? "Kid, this is none of your business. If you know what's good for you, stay put. I'm in a good mood today and don't want to see you turn into a pig's head. Do n't think you're some kind of hero just because you have long hair! You really think you're something special!" With a sneer, one of the burly men shoved Yang Fan. Clearly, the man's long hair had annoyed him; he was bald, and Yang Fan's woman-like hair deeply affected him. His push, seemingly casual, actually carried considerable force; he intended to teach Yang Fan a lesson, to make him fall flat on his face! To his surprise, the other man wasn't knocked down at all. On the contrary, he felt as if he were pushing against a mountain, unable to budge him an inch, and almost bounced back. "Hey, kid, you've got some skills!" This time, the burly man didn't hold back, changing his palm to a fist and punching Yang Fan in the chest. He was confident enough in his punch that even a bull would feel pain for a long time. "You guys have to be my witnesses, he hit me first, I was in self-defense!"

Before his iron fist could strike his opponent, a strange word suddenly came from the other man's mouth. Confused, he instinctively paused, but in that instant, he felt an overwhelming force slam into him, and then he was sent flying like a cannonball…

Bang! A muffled thud followed, and the burly man crashed to the ground like a sandbag, groaning and passing out. Even now, he still didn't know how he had suddenly been thrown into the air and knocked unconscious!

Not only did he not understand what had happened, but his companions were also baffled. They only saw their companion punch the pretty boy, then the boy yelled, and their companion lost consciousness.

From beginning to end, they hadn't seen how the other man had attacked; he remained perfectly unharmed, not even his arm had moved an inch, yet their companion had been inexplicably thrown back.

"Big Head! What did you do to Big Head?"

The group, realizing what had happened, sent one to help the unconscious man, while the other three surrounded Yang Fan.

"Nothing! I told you, he attacked first. I was in self-defense!"

Yang Fan shrugged helplessly. He couldn't help but curse his master for setting such a rule against initiating harm or misusing sect techniques…

"Kid, you're asking for it! Monkey, Xiao Wu, kill him! A-Cheng, take down that girl."

A murderous glint flashed in the leader's eyes. As he spoke, Monkey and Xiao Wu flanked Yang Fan from the left and right, while A-Cheng rushed towards Shen Ruolan.

"I told you I was in self-defense! Sigh! Master, you saw it, I didn't start this. Amitabha, good, good!"

Touching his prayer beads, Yang Fan muttered softly, seemingly oblivious to the approaching men. However, just as his opponent was about to touch him, he first stepped back, then stood back in his original position. The two burly men, on the other hand, had already suffered the same fate as the one called "Big Head," collapsing unconscious!

"Hmm?"

Others hadn't clearly seen Yang Fan's movements, but the leader clearly saw that the moment Yang Fan retreated, Monkey's fist struck, and with a slight flick of his right hand, Monkey was sent flying.

As he sent Monkey flying, he took a strange step forward, and at that moment, Xiao Wu also rushed in front of him. It was as if Xiao Wu had deliberately run into his fist; he didn't even have time to react before being sent flying again.

This retreat and advance perfectly exploited the timing error between Monkey and Xiao Wu, striking with absolute precision, taking down both of them with almost no effort.

Suddenly, the leader realized a cold sweat had broken out on his back. He knew Monkey and Xiao Wu's strength all too well; even he himself would have to pay a considerable price to subdue them. But his opponent had only made one move from beginning to end!

"Is this even humanly possible?"

No matter what, he was a special forces veteran, someone who could easily handle three or five ordinary men. But now, in front of Yang Fan, he couldn't even muster the slightest fighting spirit, and he had absolutely no chance of winning.

Not only the leading man, but even Shen Ruolan looked at him with an expression of utter disbelief. Thinking about her own bodyguards, who were practically mythical figures in the eyes of ordinary people, compared to this man, they were nothing. At this moment, she didn't even resist, even though she had been captured.

"What? You want to try too?"

Yang Fan casually dealt with the two men, clapping his hands as if he had done something insignificant.

"Stop! If you take another step, I'll shoot her!"

Just then, the man who had captured Shen Ruolan pulled out a pistol and pointed it at her temple, shouting.

Seeing Yang Fan looking at him, the burly man clung to him like a drowning man grasping at a straw. With his gun pointed at Shen Ruolan, he yelled, "Don't move! If you move again, I'll kill her, you believe me?"

Yang Fan calmly looked at the man and shrugged indifferently. "You know what? The thing I hate most is being threatened, especially by a woman. I'll give you three seconds. Either put down your gun and I'll spare your life, or you can try firing and see if you can kill her, or if I can twist your arm off!"

"Kid, you're pretty arrogant. But I really want to see if you're faster, or if my bullet is faster! If you know what's good for you, kneel down right now and kowtow three times. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I might leave you a whole corpse!"

With Shen Ruolan as a threat, the burly man grew bolder. Not only him, but another burly man rushed to his side, the two of them flanking Shen Ruolan.

"One!"

Ignoring the other's words, Yang Fan slowly extended one finger.

"Two!"

"Three..."

But just as the word "three" was halfway through, Yang Fan moved, and the two men only saw a flash of red light behind him, like a dragon's shadow flickering, before he vanished without a trace.

The burly man who had reacted was about to fire when he found his wrist clamped by a pair of iron clamps. Immediately afterward, a piercing pain shot up his arm and through his entire body.

At the same time, the other burly man felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen and was sent flying like a cannonball, kicked off the highway by Yang Fan and landing in a pothole by the roadside. He twitched slightly and then fell silent.

Only then did the burly man whose arm Yang Fan had grabbed let out a scream. He rolled on the ground, letting out howls like a wild wolf that seemed to pierce the sky. Fortunately, there were no people nearby, otherwise they would have been terrified out of their wits by his screams.

"Are you alright?"

Ignoring the pig-like screams, Yang Fan asked Shen Ruolan, who was still stunned in place.

"Pinch me!"

"..."

Even after racking his brains, Yang Fan never expected Shen Ruolan to say something like that.

"What could be wrong with me? Pinch me quickly!"

"Are you... really okay?"

"Ah..."

This scream came from Yang Fan. He was about to touch her forehead to see if she had a fever when she suddenly attacked him. Her three-inch high heels pierced his foot!

"Does it hurt?"

"What do you think?"

Yang Fan, who was about to get angry, found Shen Ruolan looking at him innocently. He was powerless to vent his anger and could only weakly ask her question.

How could there be such an extreme person in this world? Stepping on someone's foot and then asking if it hurts? Is this how you treat someone? Yang Fan was so frustrated that he even wanted to bang his head against the wall!

"It hurts, so I wasn't dreaming!"

"..."

This time, Yang Fan completely broke down!

"Young Miss, even if you wanted to test whether you were dreaming, you should have pinched yourself! Why are you pinching me?

" "I'm afraid of pain!"

"..."

So, she did this to prove whether she was dreaming or not. But even if she was going to test someone, she should have tested herself, not used him. At this moment, Yang Fan began to regret not just pinching her. Why did he ask so many questions? Wasn't he just asking for trouble?

"Was that martial arts you just did?"

"No!"

"Then what was it? It looked just like the ones on TV!"

"I don't know!"

"Then will you teach me?"

"No!"

"What conditions do you want for me to teach you?"

"No conditions!"

"Hey, so you mean you're willing to teach me?"

"..."

"I say, Miss, if you keep going on like this, we might have to stay here tonight! I'm a grown man, so it's fine, but you're a young lady, all alone in the middle of nowhere, aren't you afraid I might do something beastly?"

"I'm not afraid!"

"Why?"

"Because you're not that kind of person!"

"Then what kind of person am I?"

"You're not human!"

"..."

"You're someone who has transcended vulgarity and has high moral character! You're a real man!"

"..."

This little girl is really clever. She's got me wrapped around her little finger in just a few words. Even if I really wanted to do something beastly, she trusts me so much, how could I possibly do it?

Although Yang Fan doesn't consider himself a good person, he really can't do anything beastly. Although he knew the little girl was deliberately praising him, Yang Fan still felt a little smug…

"Please add to your favorites! Please add to your favorites, but I have so few favorites, 555…"

Chapter 14 [Relying on You for Life]

Summer night, the heat enveloped the earth, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and sparse stars twinkled merrily.

The moonlit night in Yanjing was beautiful and serene. Only the rustling of maple leaves could be heard, and a gentle breeze caressed his face, making him feel relaxed and happy.

Night fog descended, and the midsummer night carried a slight chill; under the hazy moonlight, few stars could be seen. On the highway leading to the city, rows of bright streetlights acted like guides, pointing Yang Fan in the right direction.

His long, slanted shadow trailed behind Shen Ruolan as they walked unhurriedly along the highway. Yang Fan was fine; his childhood experiences had made this short distance nothing to him. In the desert, he sometimes spent two or three days on long journeys.

But Shen Ruolan was different. Spoiled since childhood, she had never walked alone at night, especially on a highway in the middle of nowhere. For the first few minutes, she felt a bit of novelty, but soon that novelty was replaced by exhaustion. Trailing far behind Yang Fan, she would have sat down long ago if it weren't for her stubbornness.

"That bastard, he doesn't know how to be gentle with a woman! Humph! Damn Yang Fan, stinky Yang Fan, if it weren't for you, how could someone's sports car have been damaged?"

Pouting, she followed behind Yang Fan, constantly cursing, but she kept using the same few names, something she'd never used before.

"Ouch!"

In a moment of distraction, she felt a sharp pain in her foot and fell to the ground.

"What happened? Are you alright?"

Yang Fan had heard every word of Shen Ruolan's nagging, but to avoid hurting his ears, he deliberately walked ahead.

Hearing her cry, he realized Shen Ruolan had fallen to the ground. She was frowning, biting her lip, and glaring at him angrily.

Seeing Yang Fan looking at her, Shen Ruolan tried to get up in a huff, but her foot gave way, and she cried out, falling back down.

Seeing her sulking, Yang Fan felt a pang of annoyance. This had nothing to do with him, yet she was taking it all out on him. These rich heiresses were so difficult to please.

He was about to turn away when he noticed the beautiful, otherworldly girl's eyes were quickly filled with tears, which she was barely holding back.

"Sigh!"

he sighed inwardly. Seeing her like this, Yang Fan couldn't bring himself to leave. After all, she had offered to give him a ride back to the city. Even with what had happened before, he couldn't blame her. A young lady like her had walked so far with him; a little coquetry was to be expected.

Thinking this, Yang Fan couldn't help but return to her side, squatting down to ask, "Are you alright?"

"My foot...it hurts so much!"

Shen Ruolan glared at Yang Fan, wanting to say something tough, but the pain in her foot prevented her from being defiant.

"Is it your ankle? Try turning it, see if you can move it? You might have twisted it!"

Seeing that the sole of one of Shen Ruolan's high heels was missing, Yang Fan roughly knew what had happened.

"Ouch...waaaah..."

Shen Ruolan did move slightly, but only slightly. Crystal tears, like pearls from a broken string, streamed down her face.

At that moment, her stunning beauty, reflected in the tears, was breathtakingly beautiful.

She looked up at Yang Fan with an expression that was hard to describe—a mixture of sorrow, pain, and pleading: "Waaah...what should I do?"

"I knew it!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but grit his teeth and groan inwardly.

Although he hadn't caused the trouble, looking at Shen Ruolan's frail and pitiful appearance, Yang Fan couldn't bring himself to say anything cruel.

"Can you still walk? Do you need... me to help you?

" "Mmm!"

Shen Ruolan uttered a soft "Mmm" in a voice as gentle as a three-year-old girl lost in a vast crowd who had suddenly encountered a kind stranger.

That simple word made Yang Fan's legs go weak, and he couldn't take another step.

"Truly... a monster!" "

Heaven knows how much determination and willpower Yang Fan expended to barely restrain his desires, refraining from scanning Shen Ruolan's stunningly beautiful face with his eyes burning with lust.

Yang Fan had a feeling that if he did, something unpredictable would definitely happen tonight! At that time, his reputation as a beast would be truly deserved!

Feeling a soft, boneless hand gently resting on his shoulder, Yang Fan grabbed the hand and struggled to his feet.

"You... don't..."

Judging from Shen Ruolan's words, she seemed to not want Yang Fan to hold her hand, but what else could Yang Fan do? Should he hug her waist?

Perhaps she herself realized this, so she only let out two weak cries, which was her way of expressing her attitude.

"Ouch... it hurts!"

Yang Fan helped Shen Ruolan, trying to get her to take a few steps. But who knew that her condition was quite serious? The sprained ankle was so severe that she couldn't even put weight on it."

"If it really comes to it, I can carry you to the hospital? Or you can stay here while I go find someone?"

Yang Fan could actually treat Shen Ruolan's injuries, but his methods of healing were all based on his own experience from his own injuries. He wasn't sure if she could withstand the treatment.

If he had twisted his ankle, he could simply endure the pain and re-twitch it. But this kind of pain was clearly something this young lady couldn't bear.

"Don't leave me alone!"

Feeling a pair of sharp eyes staring at him, as if they were looking at a heinous criminal, Yang Fan couldn't help but glance back at Shen Ruolan. This

was the first time they had looked at each other since they met. But that one glance felt as if a lightning bolt had pierced Yang Fan's heart.

"Can a woman really be this beautiful?"

In a daze, Yang Fan felt a sense of unreality.

Shen Ruolan's eyes still held a hint of tears, and her voice was slightly choked. In the darkness, her beautifully contoured face, with its hazy curves, was exquisitely beautiful, her expression tinged with a touch of melancholy—indescribably moving and stunning!

"Hey! What's wrong with you?"

Shen Ruolan waved her small hand several times in front of Yang Fan, as if summoning his soul, to rouse him from his near-petrified state.

"Oh! Nothing...nothing?"

"What's wrong with me?"

Yang Fan asked himself. He had been moved when facing Qin Mengyao, and he had been moved when facing Lin Jiaxin, even just listening to Nalan Qingcheng's flute playing had stirred his heart. Now, facing Shen Ruolan, he was moved again! Could it be that a virgin's heart is so worthless?

Faced with Yang Fan's clumsy attempt to cover it up, Shen Ruolan didn't press the matter. She simply glanced at Yang Fan with her incredibly bright eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, and then gave a soft "oh," thus letting the matter drop.

"Why don't you carry me to the hospital? There should be a taxi a little further ahead."

After a moment of silence, Shen Ruolan broke it again.

"Alright then!"

Nodding, Yang Fan turned to face her, offering his back so she could lean against him.

The thin fabric of their clothes couldn't block the heat of their skin touching. Even without love, the contact between the bodies of opposite sexes could still ignite their souls.

Yang Fan didn't know if Shen Ruolan felt anything special, but he knew his own feelings. Just being pressed against that soft body gave Yang Fan an unreal, hazy sense of happiness!

"We've only met by chance, what could possibly be possible? Isn't it just an unreal, illusory beauty?"

He chuckled to himself, straightening his body to a comfortable position on his back, ready to set off.

"Hmph!"

"What's wrong?"

He seemed to hear a muffled groan from Shen Ruolan, and Yang Fan turned to ask without hesitation.

She had her head buried in his shoulder, her face expressionless, and he couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"It's nothing!"

"Could it be my imagination? But why does she seem a little insincere?"

The thought was fleeting and didn't linger in Yang Fan's mind for long. Right now, the most important thing for Yang Fan was to get out of this place and find a good night's sleep.

Although he knew asking would be pointless, Yang Fan still asked with a sliver of hope, "Miss Shen, do you know which way is the shortest?"

"No!"

the beauty on his back replied sullenly, pausing before saying, "I only know that if you keep going straight along the highway, there's a gas station, and there are taxis around there!"

Yang Fan bounced Shen Ruolan on his back, reminding her, "How much further is it? Miss, don't forget, you can't walk right now, and I'm carrying a grown man on my back."

Shen Ruolan finally raised her head, her voice, which was different from her previous soft tone, now had a hint of harshness, saying, "I don't need you to remind me, I won't forget who! twisted! my! ankle!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but wipe away a cold sweat. Although he knew this had nothing to do with him, he still said somewhat guiltily, "I don't think this has anything to do with me, right?"

"Hmph!"

Whether it was Yang Fan's imagination or not, he seemed to feel a smug smile on the beautiful face behind him.

But when he turned around, Yang Fan only saw half of Shen Ruolan's face turned away.

Even so, she seemed somewhat dissatisfied, saying, "Walk properly, don't be so inattentive, be careful not to trip me again. Humph, if there's something wrong with my leg, I'll be lazy with you for life!"

Shen Ruolan's threat, to Yang Fan, not only lacked any real threat, but instead... carried a hint of teasing!

If her leg was in trouble, she'd be clinging to him for life! How wonderful, so wonderful that Yang Fan even secretly hoped her leg would never fully heal...

Chapter 15 [Beauty on His Back]

Yang Fan's heart began to race. Clutching his pounding chest, he couldn't help but doubt his earlier thoughts. Was this really his true intention?

In just this short time since meeting her, his heart had already endured several overloads. If she really clung to him for life, wouldn't his heart eventually break down?

"Let's go!"

Seeing Yang Fan standing still, Shen Ruolan squeezed her legs together, urging him forward like a horse in a charmingly coquettish tone.

"Oh my god!"

Before his heart could even stop pounding, Yang Fan felt a surge of blood rushing downwards from her grip...

"This absolutely can't go on!"

Yang Fan steeled himself, refusing to be swayed by her beauty, and said firmly, "Hold on tight! Sit firmly, or it'll be my fault if you accidentally fall!"

"Oh..."

Shen Ruolan noticed the change in Yang Fan's attitude and calmed down, but soon she couldn't resist again.

"How about...we...we chat for a bit, okay?"

"No time!"

"I say, Miss, it's already dark, and the road is still so far. There are no taxis, and I don't know how long it will take to get back. And you still want me to chat with you? Really..."

Shen Ruolan clearly wasn't that worried. She continued to pester Yang Fan, saying, "But...if we don't talk, I...I'll be scared. Besides, who knows...whether you're a good person or not? What if you have some ulterior motive?"

Ulterior motive? Yang Fan couldn't help but touch his smooth cheek. Not long ago, he said he was a true man who had transcended vulgar interests. How did he suddenly become someone with ulterior motives?

"Then how about I put you down, and you walk by yourself?"

"No!"

Hearing that Yang Fan was going to put her down, Shen Ruolan immediately clung to him like an octopus, not giving him any chance.

"Even if you won't let me put you down, at least don't block my feet too! How am I supposed to walk like this?"

Yang Fan looked down, somewhat amused and exasperated, at the two crystal high heels pressing against his upper thighs. He couldn't understand how she managed it.

With her supporting him like that, Yang Fan could only walk on his toes, which was extremely awkward, and he was constantly risking being scratched by her small feet...

"You...you're not really going to leave me here, are you?"

Shen Ruolan still seemed a little unconvinced by Yang Fan's words. Although she loosened her grip slightly, she didn't move her feet away.

"I swear!"

"Oh! Okay, let's continue!"

Hearing Yang Fan's promise, Shen Ruolan visibly relaxed, her previously stiff body softening as she leaned against him again.

After walking a while, she couldn't help but say, "Am I...am I too heavy?"

Rolling his eyes, Yang Fan said helplessly, "What do you think?"

"I've already started dieting! How come I'm still so heavy? You're even sweating! Looks like I'll have to eat less junk food."

Shen Ruolan's voice was somewhat dejected, seemingly very dissatisfied with her unsuccessful diet.

"..."

Yang Fan was speechless. He had initially thought she was concerned about him, but it didn't sound right at all! It seemed she wasn't concerned about him, but rather about whether his weight loss was successful...

"By the way, why did you go to the suburbs alone? Did you go specifically to listen to Sister Nalan's music?"

Shen Ruolan on his back hadn't been quiet for two minutes before she started nagging again.

"No!"

"Have you ever listened to Sister Nalan's music?"

"Yes!"

"Do you like it?"

"It's okay, I wouldn't say I like it."

"I can play the erhu too, do you want me to play one for you?"

"Why listen? Watching is much better..."

While chatting idly with her, Yang Fan suddenly remembered something he had seen on his master's computer when he stole it. There seemed to be a scene with "*" in it. He couldn't help but let it slip.

"How is it better to watch?"

Shen Ruolan was quite surprised and peeked her head out from behind Yang Fan, wanting to ask for clarification.

"This..."

Having lived with his master for eighteen years, Yang Fan had woven countless lies, but never before had he felt so nervous, as if pricked by needles.

"It's like this, think about it, listening to your * is just listening, but if you were to see it, with its celestial music and beautiful sights, and if you were to add a cup of wine to the beautiful image, wouldn't that be even more carefree and joyful than the life of an immortal?"

"Hehe... I didn't expect you to be so good with words. I know, you're just subtly saying I'm beautiful, aren't you?"

"Since that's what you think... then so be it!"

Yang Fan secretly wiped away a cold sweat, thinking to himself: I've finally managed to fool you!

"Hehe, even if you really want to see my *, you won't have the chance today, because I didn't bring my xiao. How about this, I'll sing you a song!"

"Ah..."

As soon as Shen Ruolan finished speaking, a melodious song slowly flowed from her lips. Her singing seemed to contain the babbling of mountain streams, the rustling of leaves in the forest, and the joyful chirping of birds. It was as if her voice encompassed the sounds of all nature, a truly heavenly melody! While

the lively sounds of classical instruments are pleasing to the ear, even the most skilled musicians cannot escape the limitations of their instruments. Therefore, the sounds of classical instruments can never compare to the true sounds of nature. The

human voice is similar; although humans possess the only language in the world, they can never truly and perfectly express the sounds of nature, not even the most masterful ventriloquist.

But Shen Qingwu did it; she completely infused the sounds of nature into her singing. Although you cannot hear the sounds of water, leaves, animals, or birds, you can still feel the babbling of the stream, the rustling of leaves, and even sense your smell and touch, smelling the fragrance of blooming flowers and the coolness of falling snow. This was a sound that ordinary people rarely noticed, a sound that directly touched the soul, a sound that captivated Yang Fan!

A heavenly voice? No, those four words were insufficient to describe Shen Qingwu's singing. Her voice transcended the limits of the world, beyond the realm of language, and even the five-thousand-year-old Chinese culture could not fully capture its essence!

The beauty was already graceful and alluring, yet she possessed a voice like a nightingale. Under her singing, Yang Fan was intoxicated…

After she finished drinking, Yang Fan sincerely exclaimed, "Beautiful, truly beautiful!"

Having walked such a long way, Yang Fan was actually quite tired, but given Shen Ruolan's good intentions, wouldn't it be a sin for him to say something tactless?

Shen Ruolan, however, was very observant and immediately noticed the unusual sound in Yang Fan's short, heavy breathing.

"Are you tired? Put me down and rest for a while before continuing?"

Hearing this, any man would have been compelled to maintain his composure. Yang Fan was no exception. He quickly said, "You're so light, how could I get tired? Not at all!"

He shook himself again, hoisting Hong Ruolan higher onto his back before continuing forward.

After a moment of silence, Shen Ruolan whispered, "Actually… I know a friend who runs a private clinic, but he never puts a sign on it…"

So… this girl actually knew where the hospital was, but kept quiet. Was she too comfortable on his back to get off?

"Miss Shen, since you know there's a hospital, please give me directions?"

"Don't call me Miss Shen. I have a name. You can call me Ruolan, or Lanlan…"

Yang

Fan remained silent for a while, not answering her question. Shen Ruolan seemed to realize her words were somewhat ambiguous and didn't say anything more, only occasionally giving Yang Fan directions.

A full half hour passed before they arrived at the place Shen Ruolan had mentioned.

The vermilion gate, the two-meter-high stone lions, the marble floor weathered by time, the hanging lanterns… everything before him gave Yang Fan a feeling of being transported back to ancient times. If Shen Ruolan hadn't shown him the way, he would never have imagined that such ancient architecture still existed in the world!

“Ruolan, are you sure this is it?”

Yang Fan asked, turning to look at Shen Ruolan with some disbelief.

“Yes!”

Shen Ruolan nodded gently, gesturing for Yang Fan to move forward so she could feel the door.

“Knock! Knock! Knock!”

The ancient gate echoed in the quiet night after being knocked on. Yang Fan hadn't noticed before, but now he realized that besides this ancient house, there were no other buildings around.

“Who is it?”

A clear greeting rang out, and a figure appeared behind the door as the lights suddenly came on.

“Is that Xiaorou? It's Sister Ruolan.”

Shen Ruolan clearly recognized the girl behind the door and responded happily.

"Squeak~~~" The wooden door was quickly opened from the inside, but it was so old that it inevitably made a series of unpleasant muffled sounds. The door opened, and a beautiful and charming girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old appeared in front of Yang Fan.

A snow-white oval face, soft and fair skin, and even in the darkness, a straight, jade-like nose beneath a small, pink cherry-like mouth characteristic of young girls, and a pair of eyes like cold stars, shining brightly in the darkness, yet gentle and warm as water. She was young, but already possessed the allure to captivate.

Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Does this mean that beautiful women only associate with other beautiful women? Shen Ruolan is stunningly beautiful, even the little girl she knows is a beautiful rogue. So what kind of beauty must the female doctor she knows be?"

In an instant, Yang Fan felt a strong curiosity about the female doctor Shen Ruolan had mentioned…

Chapter 16 [Handbook Caught]

"Sister Ruolan, it's you! Huh? Why are you being carried? Is this your boyfriend?"

Xiao Rou's words immediately embarrassed Shen Ruolan. Yang Fan felt a slight sense of satisfaction, secretly praising the little girl for being so obedient, while also feeling that Shen Ruolan should be quite upset... Sure enough, Shen Ruolan on Yang Fan's back became slightly annoyed, her voice carrying a hint of reproach: "What? I accidentally twisted my ankle, and the car broke down. I happened to be passing by, and since I couldn't find anyone else, I had to ask him to bring me here!"

Xiao Rou blinked her cute eyes and said innocently, "But why didn't you call Sister Ruoxi? Besides, men and women shouldn't touch each other. If Sister Ruoxi finds out what you did, then..."

Shen Ruolan seemed not to have thought that far ahead. Upon hearing the words "Sister Ruoxi," her muscles stiffened, and her previous composure vanished without a trace.

"You...you won't tell, I won't tell...who...who would know?"

Hearing her pitiful expression, Yang Fan almost burst out laughing. He wanted to turn his head to see Shen Ruolan's expression, but he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself and would become captivated by her alluring eyes.

"Hehe, Sister Ruolan, you're naughty! You actually made me lie for you. But don't worry, I wouldn't do something as tasteless as tattling! But I have to warn you, you little rascal, your eyes were darting around just now, you seemed very dishonest, I suspect..."

Who was just praising this little girl for being obedient? Yang Fan was truly blind; he hadn't even noticed that beneath this little loli's docile exterior lay such a demonic heart!

"Yang...Yang Fan, will you betray me?"

Why get so close when you're just asking a question? Don't you know how tempting you are? Feeling that exquisite head pressed against his earlobe, a tingling sensation, indescribable and numbing, emanated from Yang Fan's very bones, permeating his entire body.

"No, of course not!"

Yang Fan quickly assured her, shrinking back slightly in discomfort.

Relieved by Yang Fan's assurance, Shen Ruolan glared at Xiao Rou with some displeasure, saying, "Xiao Rou, don't talk nonsense! Hurry up and invite us in! If your sister Su Xin finds out about this, she'll definitely punish you by making you copy medical books!"

Xiao Rou stuck out her tongue and quickly led the way, saying, "Alright! Alright! I know I was wrong, Sister Ruolan, please don't tell her. She loves punishing people by making them copy medical books. Look, my delicate little hands are calloused from copying so many books!"

After Yang Fan and Xiao Rou entered, Xiao Rou closed the door tightly, then ran back to them, complaining as she held out her pair of delicate, slender hands.

Shen Ruolan gently patted Xiao Rou's small hands, scolding, "They look even more delicate than mine! How dare you say they have calluses? You're asking for it! Are you trying to show off in front of me? Looks like I'll have to make you do some hard labor!"

"Hehe... Sister Ruolan, you're so clever! You figured it out!"

Xiao Rou giggled and dodged, then started chattering about some funny things that had happened in her daily life.

These were all trivial matters, and if an old woman had been nagging like this, Yang Fan would probably have been annoyed. But coming from this little girl, Yang Fan didn't find it annoying at all; on the contrary, he found it innocent and cute.

Following Xiao Rou into the courtyard, Yang Fan looked around. However, it was still dark, and he couldn't see very far.

Just then, he caught a whiff of a delicate and pleasant fragrance. Shen Ruolan whispered, "Wipe your sweat!" After

thanking her, Yang Fan reached out to take the tissue, but Shen Ruolan suddenly screamed, almost falling off his back. Helpless

, Yang Fan quickly wiped his hands and pulled her back, his hands instantly grasping two soft, smooth mounds. Before he could even lift her, Yang Fan's heart was already pounding!

The flesh was smooth and slippery to the touch, and the caresses were endlessly varied—a man's delight, a woman's most alluring charm. Yang Fan's hands, resting on Shen Ruolan's shapely buttocks, couldn't bear to lift her. Doing so would distract him, preventing him from fully appreciating her seductive allure.

"Ah..."

Shen Ruolan couldn't resist Yang Fan's caresses and couldn't help but gently flinch. But those subtle changes in distance didn't seem like avoidance, but rather a playful resistance, perfectly igniting a man's desire.

Shen Ruolan was positioned slightly higher than Yang Fan. Her body, slightly numb, naturally softened, and leaning towards him was a natural consequence.

Feeling the increased softness on his back, even with two firm points within that softness, Yang Fan's movements became even more vigorous.

"Hoo... um... no..."

Shen Ruolan's breathing became noticeably erratic.

She was helplessly drawn into that ambiguous feeling, the wonderful sensation was intoxicating, richer than coffee, more alluring than cigarettes, more refreshing than a bath, more relaxing than sleep... it was simply the most beautiful thing in the world, surpassing everything!

So much so that, even knowing Yang Fan was taking advantage of her, she was powerless to resist, or perhaps, she couldn't bear to resist, and even harbored a secret expectation...

Shen Ruolan's voice brought Yang Fan back to his senses. He inwardly cursed, quickly withdrawing his hand and placing it on her long, slender thigh.

"Let... let me... let me wipe you!"

To Yang Fan's surprise, Shen Ruolan didn't mention Yang Fan's previous groping. Her voice was gentle, yet her tone held a certain air of authority, perhaps to mask her earlier embarrassment.

Her soft hand lightly brushed against Yang Fan's face. Unconsciously, he could clearly feel an indescribable smoothness making intimate contact with his skin…

“Actually, Xiao Rou’s ancestors were once wealthy…”

“Cough! Cough! Cough!”

Yang Fan’s heart was being gently teased by Shen Ruolan, and he was just about to do something, when Shen Ruolan blurted out this, almost making him choke on his own saliva. He wished he had never read *The True Story of Ah Q*. “What’s wrong?”

Shen Ruolan clearly didn’t understand why Yang Fan suddenly had such a strange expression, thinking he was thinking about what had happened before, causing her inexplicable panic.

Calming himself, Yang Fan finally couldn’t help but chuckle, “Nothing, nothing. Actually, my ancestors were once wealthy!”

“How annoying!”

Shen Ruolan then realized that Yang Fan was actually laughing at her.

Feeling a warm, soft hand that seemed to be sliding towards his waist, Yang Fan quickly begged for mercy, "No! No! Ruolan, please have mercy!"

"Hmph, let's see if you dare laugh at me again!"

Seeing Yang Fan back down, Shen Ruolan gave him a smug glare.

"I won't, I won't! But Ruolan, could you please stop touching me there...? It's kind of embarrassing. Let's go somewhere else, I'll let you touch me as much as you want, okay? But right now, Xiaorou is right here."

"What do you mean, 'don't touch me there'?"

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Shen Ruolan instinctively squeezed her palm, only to find that she had unknowingly grasped something hard. Confused, she squeezed it harder... This squeeze caused the previously soft parts of the thing to bulge and harden as if inflated. This immediately piqued Shen Ruolan's curiosity. She kept squeezing it, leaning close to Yang Fan's ear and asking, "What are you hiding in your pocket? Why is it so hard and getting bigger? Let me see!"

"Hiss..."

In an instant, Yang Fan gasped.

Good heavens! Yang Fan was completely devastated. Was this some kind of bullying? She'd grabbed his manhood, yet she still insisted on asking what it was, even wanting him to show it to her. Was this girl genuinely naive and innocent, or was she feigning ignorance to deliberately take advantage of him?

"Hurry up and show it, or I'll take it out myself!"

As she spoke, Shen Ruolan even forcefully tugged at it…

Beads of sweat rolled down Yang Fan's forehead. He couldn't believe Shen Ruolan was so fierce. But those two tugs almost broke him!

Yang Fan was on the verge of tears. Showing it was definitely out of the question unless he took off his pants to show her. But if he did that, she would surely call him a pervert and an exhibitionist.

But if he didn't show it, given this girl's intense curiosity, she would definitely be relentless, perhaps even clinging on and refusing to let go.

Although being held tightly in her small hand felt incredibly good, especially for a virgin like Yang Fan, it was a unique and unprecedented stimulation.

The problem was that the girl gripped it too tightly, causing Yang Fan sharp pains. And she would occasionally tug, making him grimace and break out in a cold sweat!

To put it simply, it was a bittersweet experience!

Indeed, the unique stimulation combined with the pain from the tight grip created two extreme experiences that assaulted Yang Fan's heart. He couldn't express his suffering, nor could he show any pleasure…

"Huh, why does this thing get hot?"

At that very moment, Shen Ruolan's words made Yang Fan want to die.

If it really didn't get hot, his life was over. But how could he explain this to Shen Ruolan? Should he tell her it was his precious treasure, that it expands and contracts with temperature, and that he couldn't let others see it, or something bad would happen?

"Ugh, why are you so slow? Fine, I'll take it myself if you won't. You're such a cheapskate. It won't kill you to look. Honestly, do you have some secret weapon you're hiding that you can't let see the light of day?"

"No..."

This time, Yang Fan didn't dare let the little girl continue. He shouted to stop her and quickly reached out to grab her wrist...

Chapter 17 [Secret Weapon]

(Two chapters today, one is here, please add to your collection!)

Yang Fan's sudden scream not only interrupted Shen Ruolan's next move but also made Xiao Rou, who was standing to the side, notice the strange behavior between the two.

"Sister Ruolan, what kind of shady business are you two doing hiding there? Why are you acting so sneaky?"

"You're the one looking sneaky, you little liar! Believe me or not, I'll make your sister Suxin copy the Compendium of Materia Medica a hundred times!"

Before Yang Fan could speak, Shen Ruolan was already annoyed. It was fine at first, but how did this little girl's words completely change the tone?

Little did she know, some things are better left unsaid; the more you explain, the worse it gets.

Then Xiao Rou let out a long "Oh," as if suddenly realizing something. Her bright eyes darted around, clearly plotting something.

Just then, a clear voice came from the pavilion ahead: "Is that Ruolan? Why are you here so late?"

Before Shen Ruolan could answer, Xiao Rou interrupted, "Yes, Sister Suxin, it's Ruolan! And she brought a man with her!"

"Cough cough!"

Shen Ruolan choked on Xiao Rou's words, coughing rapidly before glaring at her and saying, "Xiao Rou, what nonsense are you talking about?"

She then groaned inwardly, weakly trying to correct Xiao Rou, "It's not that I brought a man here, I was rescued by Yang Fan!"

Xiao Rou's brows held a hint of smugness, but her expression remained serious as she said, "It's the same thing, just a different way of saying it!"

"You..."

Seemingly angered by Xiao Rou, Shen Ruolan, who wasn't good at arguing, simply ignored her and called out to the second floor, "Sister Suxin, I twisted my ankle and wanted you to take a look. I can't move easily right now, so I'll have Yang Fan carry me up. Is that alright?"

"In that case, let him carry me up. But I never meet strangers, so you must tell him not to break my rules."

"Okay!"

Shen Ruolan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned her gaze to Yang Fan, her meaning clear: she wanted him to carry her up to the second floor.

Glancing at the narrow staircase, Yang Fan nodded slightly. As long as this girl didn't bring up her previous demands, any other requests were fine. Besides, he'd already carried her this far, a little distance wouldn't matter.

With Xiao Rou's guidance, Yang Fan quickly carried Shen Ruolan up to the second floor and placed her on a wooden bed.

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Seeing the beads of sweat rolling down Yang Fan's forehead, Shen Ruolan's beautiful eyes unconsciously sparkled with a captivating tenderness. Little did she know, the sweat on Yang Fan's forehead wasn't from carrying her, but from the torment she had caused him earlier…

Again, that tissue, again, that tenderness… Before Yang Fan could fully savor the moment, a series of sounds that ruined the atmosphere reached their ears rudely.

"If you want to be all lovey-dovey, go somewhere else. This is a clinic, I don't have time for your performance!"

Yang Fan was both embarrassed and annoyed by these words. He couldn't help but stand up to argue with the other person, but Shen Ruolan stopped him. "Yang Fan, this is Sister Suxin. She's always like this. Could you please excuse yourself for a moment and wait for me on the first floor..."

Out of respect for Shen Ruolan, Yang Fan didn't want to argue with the woman hiding behind the curtain. He just glanced over, wanting to remember the woman's appearance.

Unfortunately, apart from the beaded curtain fluttering in the wind, there was also a thin veil covering the view, and Yang Fan could only see a solitary figure swaying under the lamplight.

Although somewhat unwilling, Yang Fan didn't say anything. He stood up and said to Shen Ruolan, "Since she's your friend, you can stay here tonight. I have something to do, so I'll leave first!"

"Then where will you stay? I'll come find you tomorrow?"

Shen Ruolan was slightly disappointed to hear that Yang Fan was leaving.

"I don't know yet. I just arrived in Yanjing today. I just happened to be here to take care of some things. I'll go back and find a hotel to stay in later, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Shen Ruolan thought for a moment and said, "Oh, how about this? I have an apartment in the city, I rarely stay there, but my sister often cleans it for me, so it's always available. Since you don't have a place to stay, why don't you stay at my place tonight? Here's the key!"

"This... is it convenient?"

To be honest, Yang Fan was quite tempted. He was unfamiliar with Beijing, and finding a hotel in the middle of the night would be a hassle. It was just that he felt it wasn't quite appropriate since the apartment was Shen Ruolan's private room.

"What's appropriate or inappropriate? It's my apartment. I've already agreed to let you stay, what are you afraid of? It's fine. Besides, I'm waiting to see your secret weapon! Hmph, you stingy guy, you wouldn't show it to me earlier. Remember, when I come to see you tomorrow, you have to show it to me!"

"..."

Wanhua Residential Area is located in the heart of Beijing. Although it's in a bustling area, Wanhua Residential Area is very quiet. You can't even hear any noise while inside.

Following Shen Ruolan's directions, Yang Fan found the place. Looking at the residential buildings in Garden City before him, he fell in love with them at first sight.

Hearing from Shen Ruolan that she lived on the seventh floor, Yang Fan arrived at the apartment building she mentioned and, without hesitation, went to the elevator, intending to take it up.

"Ding..."

"Wait a minute..."

The elevator doors slowly closed, but just then, a melodious, warbling voice reached his ears. Then, the elevator doors were blocked by a pair of jade-white legs.

They were long, slender, and beautiful legs—delicate, white, and flawless, with a healthy and defined shape. The knees were smooth and free of excess fat, the calves were long and slender like carrots, and the ankles were delicate and straight, like a perfect work of art!

In the instant Yang Fan was stunned, a graceful figure suddenly appeared before his eyes, and in that instant, his usually calm heart began to pound uncontrollably.

He saw a woman who could only be described as exquisite! This was a woman whose age was impossible to immediately discern; she appeared to be in her thirties, yet her face was so delicate, like that of a woman in her early twenties. A closer look revealed her hands as soft as tender shoots, her face as radiant as a blooming hibiscus, her skin as smooth as jade, her breath as fragrant as an orchid—she exuded a dreamlike beauty.

"Excuse me, I'm going up too, thank you!"

The mature woman, who had suddenly squeezed into the elevator, uttered a single syllable with an extremely calm and composed demeanor. There was not a trace of embarrassment, not a trace of surprise, not even a change in

her gaze! Yang Fan, who had just recovered from the attraction of her stunning beauty, was once again stunned. That crisp sound, like a clear mountain spring, gently poured over his head, sending a shiver down his spine.

In just a short moment, this woman had brought him so many surprises, giving Yang Fan a strong sense of unreality. This feeling was like being in a dream; although everything seemed incredibly real, that elusive, involuntary sadness made it easy to worry that it was all a dream!

The mature woman, after entering the elevator, merely nodded slightly to Yang Fan before standing in a corner, gently brushing her bangs aside, quietly waiting for the elevator to ascend.

In such a confined space, a man and a woman alone together could easily lead to trouble; if it were darker, two strangers might even ignite a passion…

Taking a deep breath, Yang Fan could feel the perfume filling his nostrils. Without needing to identify it, the rich, mysterious, and lingering scent, with a touch of luxurious oriental fragrance, was none other than the first oriental perfume launched by the famous French cosmetics company Guerlain, expressing a free-spirited passion and mature charm.

This perfume, exuding the exotic scents of oriental spices and plants, was deeply loved by mature women, suitable for those passionate and free-spirited ladies.

Its fragrance was intense, stimulating, and long-lasting, possessing a typical oriental charm. Containing a relatively high concentration of musk, ambergris, vanilla, and sandalwood, it was suitable for evening wear, giving off a hazy, noble, elegant, and mysterious aura.

Although Yang Fan had always lived in the desert, he possessed a keen interest in various strange and unusual things, such as perfumes and fine wines, and had unique insights into them. This was why he could immediately recognize the perfume.

However, Yang Fan couldn't understand why a perfume representing passion and boldness would be worn by this seemingly noble and elegant mature woman. Did her refined exterior conceal a fiery and unrestrained heart?

The woman seemed wary of Yang Fan, cautiously guarding her.

Shrugging, Yang Fan knew that some people played less-than-honorable roles in public places like elevators and buses. But with his handsome appearance, how could he be that kind of person?

However, Yang Fan didn't initiate a conversation with the woman; or rather, just as he was about to, the elevator stopped.

"Thump!"

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Yang Fan immediately tried to walk out, as this was the seventh floor. However, he didn't expect that the young woman would also rush out of the elevator the moment he did, resulting in the two of them being sandwiched together right at the elevator doorway…

"Hiss!"

Even a simple touch of skin gave Yang Fan the illusion that his soul was about to fly away. In a moment of panic, he immediately took a step back, letting her leave first.

Turning her head to look at Yang Fan, the beautiful woman's slightly displeased expression changed slightly upon meeting his awkward gaze. She furrowed her brow slightly but said nothing, simply nodding slightly in thanks before turning and leaving the elevator.

"Is this woman made of water? Her body is so supple…"

After pausing for three seconds in the elevator, Yang Fan finally exited, looked around, but found the beautiful woman nowhere to be seen.

Shaking his head, Yang Fan himself didn't know why a strange disappointment had risen in his heart. He gave a bitter smile to himself before going to Shen Ruolan's room and unlocking the door.

Unbeknownst to him, the moment he casually closed his door, the door next door quietly opened a crack, and a captivating gaze thoughtfully glanced at his closed door before it was quietly shut again…

Chapter 18 [Crimson Dragon Pattern]

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Shen Ruolan's apartment was a typical small studio apartment, with one bedroom, one kitchen, one bathroom, and one balcony—that was all.

In the living room, a long sofa occupied most of the space, with a round plush rug laid between the sofa and the TV cabinet.

The bathroom door faced the bedroom door; exiting the bathroom led directly into the living room. The balcony connected to the living room, hidden by a glass door and a light blue curtain. Stepping out of the door, the fresh air from the balcony was immediately invigorating, carrying a subtle earthy scent that instantly refreshed the spirit.

After surveying the room, Yang Fan couldn't help but look at Shen Ruolan with newfound respect. She clearly came from a wealthy family, so why did she own such a high-class apartment? Was it for experiencing life?

However, Yang Fan didn't dwell on it. After a casual glance, he headed towards the bathroom. He had carried Shen Ruolan for quite a distance that evening; he wasn't tired, but he had experienced several close calls and was drenched in cold sweat. All he wanted now was a hot shower and a good night's sleep.

Humming a random tune, the sound of running water washed away Yang Fan's weariness. After washing up, he casually grabbed a towel hanging nearby, about to dry himself, when he suddenly stopped.

He sniffed the towel; it seemed to still carry the unique fragrance of a young woman, sending a shiver down his spine. The flawless face of Shen Ruolan appeared before his eyes; the scent on the towel was exactly the same as her body fragrance.

However, for some reason, suddenly, the image of the mature, beautiful woman he had encountered in the elevator flashed into his mind. Her perfume was unforgettable; she was like a mature poppy, full of deadly poison, yet still irresistibly drawing people to her…

A sudden jolt snapped Yang Fan back to reality. He banished the lingering thoughts, casually drying himself with the towel, only to realize… he didn't have a bathrobe!

Yang Fan scanned the bathroom with his eyes and found that apart from the bath towel in his hand, there was absolutely no clothing to cover himself.

He couldn't very well rummage through Shen Ruolan's wardrobe; after all, he didn't know if there were any intimate items inside, and besides, that would be very impolite.

Thinking it over, he figured no one would come, so it wouldn't be a big deal if he wasn't dressed. Without further ado, Yang Fan casually wrapped the bath towel around his waist, left the bathroom, and headed towards the bedroom.

The moment he pushed open the door, a captivating fragrance wafted towards him. Shen Ruolan's boudoir was decorated in a natural, pastoral style.

The various ornaments displayed were dazzling, and while the colors were simple, they didn't feel monotonous; the decorations were vibrant yet not gaudy, exuding a delicate and gentle femininity, and a captivating beauty!

"I never expected this little girl to be so innocently cute, and her bedroom to be so uniquely decorated!"

Upon entering the room, Yang Fan didn't stoop to rummaging through her things. Although he had never been to a woman's bedroom before and was filled with curiosity, he wasn't about to stoop to such a level.

Instead of lying down to rest, Yang Fan went to the window and pulled back the curtains. Instantly, the bright moonlight streamed in, shining directly onto Yang Fan's face.

"Not good!"

Before he could even appreciate the slightly cool, silvery glow, a bad premonition rose in Yang Fan's heart. Seeing the bright moon hanging high in the sky, he suddenly remembered that tonight was a full moon!

Without warning, Yang Fan's eyes began to change. His gaze remained fixed on the bright moon in the sky, but his originally dark pupils gradually turned blood red, and streaks of blood-red light appeared on his smooth skin.

Blood-red lines spread across his body, creating bizarre images that resembled a crimson tattoo, extending from his chest to his feet.

Upon closer inspection, the tattoo was revealed to be the image of a divine dragon.

Dragon head, snake body, fish scales, phoenix claws—a lifelike dragon enveloped Yang Fan. The dragon's head was on his chest, and its tail at his feet.

It was like a masterpiece, but unfortunately, this tattoo lacked any artistic merit; instead, its appearance filled the room with a faint, bloody stench…

Meanwhile, in the room next to Yang Fan's, the beautiful woman he had met in the elevator suddenly rose from her bed. She wore only a silver bathrobe, which perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure.

Perhaps from a recent bath, her hair still retained a dampness, creating a dreamlike effect. Her rosy lips, delicate nose, and angelic face, like a ripe peach, exuded a mature and sexy aura.

In her hand, she held a glass of red wine that shimmered with an eerie light. Just as she was about to take a sip, she suddenly stopped. As dragon patterns spread across Yang Fan's body, she glanced thoughtfully at the room where he was…

With dragon patterns covering his entire body, Yang Fan's aura underwent a dramatic change. His previous slightly melancholic demeanor was replaced by a chilling, oppressive aura. He emanated a thick, bloody scent, as if he were a killing god from the Asura realm, sending shivers down one's spine.

His eyes were completely devoid of life, devoid of any human emotion. A deathly aura emanated from Yang Fan, spreading in all directions…

His fists clenched and unclenched, the veins bulging on his arms indicating a fierce internal struggle was raging within him. With each relaxation, his killing intent intensified, and his eyes grew even more eerie! With each contraction, his aura weakened, and his eyes briefly regained their clarity.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Yang Fan fully opened his fingers, unleashing a devastating burst of killing intent. An invisible tornado erupted from his body, and his pupils turned completely blood red.

However, at that moment, the string of Buddhist beads on his right arm suddenly emitted a soft Buddhist light. The moment the light appeared, Yang Fan's killing intent was significantly suppressed, and his previously blood-red eyes gradually regained some clarity.

Without hesitation, taking advantage of this moment of clarity, Yang Fan immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands forming a series of mysterious hand seals, and he closed his eyes, entering a meditative state!

As Yang Fan changed, the entire room suddenly fell into a deathly silence, with only the ticking of the bedside alarm clock echoing in the air…

Gradually, the blood-red tattoos on Yang Fan's body began to fade, and a faint white mist enveloped his body. Although he remained seated, he seemed to be thousands of miles away, giving off an unfathomable aura…

Time passed second by second, and the bright moon that had hung high in the sky gradually slanted westward, eventually disappearing completely. On the eastern horizon, a fiery red sun slowly rose, and a new day began!

Warm sunlight streamed in through the window, shining on Yang Fan. As if sensing the warmth of the sunlight, he, who had remained motionless, slightly moved his fingers. Then, the mist on his body quickly dissipated, returning to the Buddhist prayer beads on his arm before Yang Fan could react. He let out

a long sigh of relief, recalling the events of the previous night, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat again. This damned constitution, suppressed for a full eighteen years, I thought I could completely control it, but I still can't.

Actually, Yang Fan knew that the reason he couldn't control it last night was because he used his internal energy to deal with those robbers, loosening the seal slightly. Combined with the full moon, it took the opportunity to cause trouble.

Fortunately, it didn't cause any harm this time; otherwise, in this crowded city, if it flared up, bloodshed would be unavoidable…

“Splash…” Just then, the sound of running water reached Yang Fan's ears. Although the sound was faint, it still reached him completely.

“Huh? What's with the sound of water? Did I forget to turn off the tap last night?”

Standing up, Yang Fan wanted to go out and check, but found he was naked. He picked up the towel he had left on the floor last night, tied it around his waist, and walked out of the bedroom towards the bathroom.

"Click!"

Stepping out of the bathroom, he didn't think much of it and casually pushed the door open. However, the moment he looked up, he froze on the spot...

Yang Fan witnessed the most breathtaking female body he had ever seen in his life. Beneath the gently flowing water, a shimmering, snow-white hue shone, dazzlingly beautiful in the misty bathroom!

A faint glow danced around her body, and wisps of mist swirled around her, adding to the ethereal mystery.

She seemed like an unattainable fairy, her long, glossy black hair casually piled on her head, a few strands falling over her rounded shoulders, her slightly protruding shoulders hinting at a touch of sensuality. Her slender waist, seemingly fragile enough to break at a touch, connected to a suddenly prominent, rounded bottom…

Chapter 19 [Awkward Contact]

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A flawless female body suddenly appeared before Yang Fan.

Her skin, seemingly untouched by sunlight, was pristine white, yet brimming with a mysterious life force. Two flawless red nipples adorned her high, full breasts, and her slender waist swayed with boundless grace.

Looking further down, a pair of beautiful legs parted slightly, their shapely, long, and elegant form revealing glimpses of the mysterious garden at the base of her thighs… All of this stirred Yang Fan's senses.

Looking further down…

“Ah…”

A high-pitched scream echoed through the heavens and earth, making Yang Fan's ears ring. It not only interrupted Yang Fan's continued admiration but also jolted countless others in the same building, still lost in their dreams, awake from their reverie.

Several couples in the midst of their "morning battle" nearly fell off their beds. Whether they'd suffer any lasting effects would only be known after a hospital check-up to see if they could still get an erection…

"What's going on? I remember locking the door last night! How did she get in? And why is she in the bathroom? And, she has such a great figure…"

Although countless thoughts flashed through his mind in that instant, Yang Fan rationally chose to close the bathroom door again, leaving the bathroom and politely saying, "Sorry, I didn't see anything!"

Three minutes later, a beautiful woman emerged from the bathroom. She had a strikingly beautiful face, alluring eyes, and flawless, snow-white skin. A white bathrobe tightly hugged her slender body, perfectly highlighting her curves. Her crystal sandals, even her toes were snow-white, without a single blemish—truly a rare beauty!

The woman was beautiful, but her eyes, though like autumn water, were calm and emotionless, like still water. Such a beauty was merely a celestial being, unapproachable to humans.

What puzzled Yang Fan even more was that this woman seemed vaguely familiar. Before he could ponder this further, he was interrupted by her icy voice.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

"Your house? Isn't this…?"

"Ah! You bastard, how dare you use my towel!"

Yang Fan was about to say that this was Shen Ruolan's house, but before he could finish, his vision blurred, followed by a chill down his lower body. The towel he had been wearing around his waist was now in her hand…

It wasn't that Yang Fan was unprepared, nor that the other woman was too strong; it was simply that Yang Fan never expected her to suddenly snatch his towel like that. For a moment, he was stunned, frozen in place!

Moreover, as a normal man, waking up early in the morning naturally brings the reactions expected of a man. Coupled with the unforgettable scene he witnessed in the bathroom earlier, how could this poor virgin possibly withstand such a frenzy?

Xiao Fanfan was already incredibly aroused; if he hadn't desperately suppressed it, the towel would probably have been flung off long ago. Yang Fan even wondered if Xiao Fanfan's pertness could support the Earth.

Seeing the other woman emerge, Yang Fan had to stand up out of politeness, but even then, he desperately tucked in his buttocks and bent slightly to avoid revealing his unsightly state.

Now, however much he tried to tuck in his stomach, it was useless. Xiao Fanfan, now exposed and proud, was completely exposed to the air…

Time seemed to stand still. After a three-second pause, the beautiful woman who had just snatched the towel from Yang Fan's hand widened her pupils, and then, a scream countless times louder than before, pierced through her cherry-like mouth once more.

Upstairs, the couple who had fallen off the bed after her scream earlier had finally managed to climb back onto the bed. They were checking themselves for any lingering effects of the shock when the sudden scream startled them again, causing them to fall back onto the bed.

This time, even if they hadn't suffered any lasting effects before, this fright would make it difficult for them to avoid any...

Looking at that cherry-like, oval-shaped, rosy mouth, Yang Fan was dumbfounded. Was this the legendary "Lion's Roar"? Or the Shaolin Lion's Roar?

At that moment, not only did his ears ring, but he also saw stars before his eyes. Too powerful, too domineering, too fierce!

However, Yang Fan's composure was exceptional; he wasn't completely overwhelmed by the other party's "sonic power." In his panic, he even remembered to protect his treasure with his hands.

It wasn't because he was shy, but because he worried that such a fierce woman might suddenly unleash a move, like the Monkey Stealing the Peach or a groin kick, which would be quite a challenge for him…

However, the Monkey Stealing the Peach that Yang Fan had anticipated didn't happen, nor did the groin kick, but the beautiful woman rushed towards him quickly. Then, using her left foot as a support, she raised her right leg and launched a side kick, two side kicks, three side kicks…

Fortunately, she seemed afraid of exposing herself, so the angle of her kicks wasn't very high, only desperately kicking Yang Fan's shin.

Yang Fan deflected her first kick with his leg, dissipating the force and finding the attack power weak. For her second kick, Yang Fan flicked it, causing her leg to involuntarily rise slightly.

This happened repeatedly, and her leg kicked higher and higher, her anger growing with each kick. All the shame in her chest turned into rage, and she had no time to care who this guy was; her only thought was to kick him down.

She finally kicked out, aiming for Yang Fan's chest. Yang Fan deftly brushed it aside, finally getting a glimpse of that mysterious place: "Uh... so much hair..."

Taking advantage of Yang Fan's momentary lapse in attention, the beautiful woman pressed close, punching him to the ground. Then, she leaped onto him, her hands moving like a pestle, relentlessly pounding at him.

As she punched, she cursed, "Where did this petty thief come from! How dare he steal from me? Do you think I'm a fake police officer?"

Yang Fan, jolted awake by the punch, parried the barrage of blows, none of them landing properly. Instead, he managed to get a full view of her two magnificent breasts during the brief moments of attack.

Those alluring breasts were large and firm, expansive, yet shaped like inverted jade bowls, exquisitely beautiful—truly a combination of size, firmness, and beauty, a rare find indeed.

Yang Fan was so engrossed in watching that he couldn't help but swallow hard...

He didn't have time to argue with her; his mind was completely focused on her chest. Because of the fight, her yukata had spread open, instantly revealing her previously hidden breasts, and her entire body was once again exposed to the air.

Her breasts were trembling slightly, the two seemingly underdeveloped nipples pink and delicate, with a black dot in the center, resembling a groove or some kind of debris, easily missed without close inspection.

At first, Yang Fan thought they were jade bowls, assuming her breasts were a D-cup. But upon closer inspection, he realized he was wrong.

These beautiful little breasts were slightly smaller than a D-cup, not particularly large, somewhere between a C and a D. The initial misjudgment was likely due to the compression.

While not exceptionally large, her breasts were beautifully shaped, like bamboo shoots emerging from the ground, pointed and firm, showing no signs of sagging. Paired with her alluring wheat-colored skin, they possessed a unique and captivating charm. At her

slender waist, on her soft, fleshy abdomen, there were even faint outlines of muscle. If she moved, wouldn't it be quite a sensation? Yang Fan glanced down, a few erotic thoughts arising in his mind…

When faced with an embarrassing situation, screaming is always a woman's right. Although the beautiful woman was furious, she still noticed her exposed skin.

She almost instinctively screamed again, then covered her bouncing testicles. But even with her upper body covered, her lower body was still visible to Yang Fan. So, she had to lie on top of him, then hissed in embarrassment and anger, "Close your eyes! Don't peek! Or I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Yang Fan couldn't suppress a laugh, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He mumbled a soft "hmm," but didn't close his eyes, thinking to himself: "Beautiful lady, we're really destined to meet. This must be the second time you've been naked in front of me in such a short time, right?"

The woman was even more embarrassed. In her haste, she didn't bother with Yang Fan anymore. She covered her chest with one hand and tried to block his eyes with the other.

Her plan was good; if she covered Yang Fan's eyes and then straightened her clothes, the awkwardness would be resolved. But Yang Fan didn't cooperate. Seeing her reach out, he didn't brush her hand away. Instead, just as her hand touched his eyes, he leaned back.

However, Yang Fan's instinctive backward lean was suddenly met with a sudden, soft pressure that made it difficult for him to breathe. This sudden intrusion was none other than the other woman's breasts!

It was also a stroke of perfect timing; Yang Fan's backward lean occurred just as the other woman was exhausted and hadn't yet mustered any new strength.

The beautiful woman had clearly anticipated falling forward, but she simply couldn't accept having any more physical contact with the annoying guy beneath her. Relying on her past experience at the police academy, she tried to use her "iron bridge" technique to balance herself, but little did she know that while the iron bridge could control backward leaning, it was difficult to balance forward falling.

Thus, no matter how shy and annoyed she felt, she was powerless to stop herself from falling.

Yang Fan knew perfectly well that she was also acting against her will; it was his momentary prank, wanting to tease her, that had caused this awkward fall.

The sudden turn of events startled both of them. Yang Fan hurriedly opened his mouth to try and explain what had happened, but he forgot that the other person was still under the influence of gravity. His opening of his mouth gave the other person's large nipple an opportunity to slip inside…

Chapter 20 [Living with a Beauty]

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Suddenly having something foreign in his mouth, Yang Fan instinctively closed it. He couldn't speak anymore; he felt his lips enveloping a small, soft yet firm object, resembling a lollipop.

Two more soft, elastic mounds, carrying a faint fragrance, pressed against his face, making it difficult to breathe.

The beautiful woman was about to accuse Yang Fan when her sensitive area was suddenly taken into someone's mouth. Overwhelmed with mixed feelings, she couldn't describe the sensation, and for a moment, she forgot what she wanted to say.

As a woman's most sensitive area, her private parts were far too sensitive, a place where nerve endings converged. How could she not feel anything when someone was sucking on her?

On one hand, there was anger at being molested; on the other, physical pleasure; on one hand, shame; on the other, moral condemnation… It was all a mess! A complete mess! Utterly a mess! She felt as if her mind was a complete jumble, utterly clueless about what she was thinking or what she should do.

Finally, Yang Fan realized the situation was inappropriate, and the person… well, inappropriate too. He quickly relented, bracing himself on the ground with both hands, and whispered to her, "I'll close my eyes and lie down first. You go back and get dressed!"

With that, he pressed his hands to the ground and quickly lay down.

The beautiful woman hummed in agreement, involuntarily following Yang Fan's instructions, stood up, and hurried back to the changing room.

Hearing the door slam shut, Yang Fan finally got up, sighing inwardly: A romantic encounter is nice, but unfortunately, it came at the wrong time!

A sudden gust of cold wind swept in, and Yang Fan realized he was still naked. He tried to run into the bedroom to change, but found it already occupied…

Picking up the bathrobe that had just been taken from him, Yang Fan carefully draped it around his waist, as if afraid it would be snatched away again.

“Creak… Bang!”

A long, sharp sound, like something from the depths of hell, came from the door opening; another, a violent sound like thunder slamming against a tree, came from the door slamming shut. Then, the beautiful woman emerged from the room

, dressed in a black uniform. Her striking, dignified face was covered in frost, and her deep, dark eyes, like black pearls, shone with an incredibly clear light, fixed intently on Yang Fan. A black pistol twirled in her hand. Although she tried her best to remain calm, her eyes always betrayed a hint of panic and evasion whenever they met Yang Fan's gaze.

She shook the gun in her hand, seemingly finding some sense of security, before beginning her interrogation: "What's your name?"

"Yang Fan."

"Gender?"

"..."

Looking at her with slight confusion, Yang Fan wanted to say, "Don't you know whether I'm male or female?" But he ultimately didn't say it.

She glared at Yang Fan fiercely, seemingly quite displeased with his lack of cooperation: "Answer whatever I ask!"

"Why do I feel like I'm interrogating a criminal?"

he muttered to himself, but Yang Fan still obediently answered, "Male!"

At this moment, he dared not cross her line too much. Although he wasn't afraid of the weapon in her hand, he was still in the wrong...

"Where are you from?"

"Urumqi!"

"Why are you at my house?"

"Your house?"

Yang Fan was secretly puzzled. Didn't Shen Ruolan tell him it was her residence? How did it become your house? But he still answered, "A friend asked me to stay here."

"What friend? What's their name?

" "A regular friend, Shen Ruolan."

"What?"

Hearing Yang Fan's answer, the woman suddenly flew into a rage.

"Is there a problem?" Seeing

her sudden anger, Yang Fan felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"When did you two meet?"

Finally managing to suppress his anger, the woman continued,

"Last night!"

"You met her last night and she let you stay here?"

"I don't know. If you don't believe me, you can call her and ask. I have no reason to lie to you!"

Shrugging, Yang Fan had already guessed that this beautiful woman knew Shen Ruolan, but he couldn't immediately figure out their relationship.

"Put your clothes on first!"

Hearing Yang Fan say this, the woman indeed pulled out her phone from her pocket. Finally, she muttered, "Pervert, exhibitionist!"

"..."

Yang Fan felt that all the grievances he had suffered in the past eighteen years were nothing compared to today. How could he be so unlucky? For no reason, he had become a pervert and an exhibitionist? If his clothes hadn't been in the bedroom, and you hadn't gotten there first, would he still be unable to straighten his back?

Although he was indignant, Yang Fan still went into the bedroom...

Ten minutes later, Yang Fan reappeared in front of the other party.

"I've already spoken to my sister on the phone. Thank you for saving him last night, but don't even think about staying here for too long. My name is Shen Ruoxi. You must move out within three days, or I'll kick you out. Also, for these three days, you are not allowed to step into my bedroom. You can only sleep on the sofa, and you'll have to take care of your own food!"

After saying that, Shen Ruoxi went into the bedroom without looking back.

"..."

"Shen Ruoxi? She's the older sister who makes Ruolan break out in a cold sweat just by hearing her name? She's really fierce. But what did she just say? I can stay here for three days? Whatever, as long as I have a place to stay, that's fine!"

Yang Fan muttered to himself, secretly glancing at the tightly closed bedroom door.

Unbeknownst to Yang Fan, Shen Ruoxi, upon entering the bedroom, immediately took out her phone and dialed a number. Without waiting for the other party to speak, she coldly declared, "Last night, someone tried to kidnap my sister on the Third Ring Road of Yanjing Avenue. I don't care what methods you use, you must find the mastermind behind this within two days. Anyone who dares to harm my Shen family will suffer a fate worse than death."

She paused, then continued, "Also, find information about someone named Yang Fan. Report back to me within half an hour. Memories, everything, all information!"

After hanging up, she glanced thoughtfully behind her, then said in a voice only she could hear, "I hope you're not approaching Ruolan with some ulterior motive, otherwise, I'll make you pay!" A

cold glint flashed in her eyes…

Shen Ruoxi's reaction was remarkably similar to Dongfang Lan's, except one wanted to cripple his fifth limb, while the other wanted his life.

If Yang Fan knew that he had unwittingly offended two women he shouldn't have, and that it was all because of two completely unrelated matters, and that these two matters had made him the target of two beautiful women's attention, he would probably be heartbroken!

He had only meant well, but had ended up getting caught up in unnecessary conflicts, becoming a suspect and being investigated… If he knew all this, he would never again attempt a hero's rescue. Let whoever wants to be the hero be; he wouldn't mess around with these things!

Moreover, it seemed that because of the annulment of the engagement, he had also offended Nalan Qingcheng…

Completely unaware that he was being secretly watched, Yang Fan waited for a full five minutes without Nalan Xi emerging before finally heading to the bathroom to freshen up before heading to school.

However, as soon as he closed the bathroom door, he froze. Right in front of him were bras, panties, stockings, and other intimate clothing scattered on the washing machine—the very clothes Shen Ruoxi had changed out of while showering!

Since she lived alone, Shen Ruoxi wasn't as careful about these things. She usually just left her underwear in the bathroom and washed it when she had time, and today was no exception.

Even if she knew a stranger had suddenly appeared in her apartment, after what had just happened, she wouldn't even think about such things. That

's why Yang Fan witnessed her biggest secret…

“Goodness, is this the legendary sexy lingerie?”

Picking up a pair of black panties, Yang Fan noticed they were only about half the size of his palm, barely covering that small area…

And that wasn't all; matching the black panties was a black mesh sheer long dress with a halter neckline, low-cut neck, and two pink ribbons adorning the bust, further accentuating her curves.

"No way? She looks so aloof, yet she likes such sexy lingerie. Does this mean that the more innocent a woman appears, the more secretly horny she is?"

At this moment, Yang Fan couldn't help but think of the beautiful woman from last night. Equally elegant, she wore a perfume that symbolized passion and unbridled desire…

The transparent, soft, embroidered gauze was smooth and delicate to the touch, exuding a uniquely feminine fragrance. Yang Fan had never seen anything like it before. Breathing heavily, he brought the soft gauze close to his nose, smelling a faint fragrance, even a woman's unique scent…

Boom!

In an instant, Yang Fan felt dizzy. He felt that none of the scents he had smelled in his eighteen years could compare to this one. It was like the most potent aphrodisiac in the world, completely awakening the desires within him!

"Could it be that my first time is going to be given to my right hand?"

Holding the black panties in his left hand and stretching his right hand out in mid-air, Yang Fan suddenly felt a strange urge when he looked at the large tent bulging in the crotch!

He barely managed to suppress this tempting thought. After all, this was a treasure he had kept for eighteen years; how could he let it fall into the hands of his right hand? Wouldn't that be worthless? Besides, shouldn't this be saved for the woman he loved most? Only then could it be considered to make the best use of something…

Putting the black panties back in their place, Yang Fan tried hard not to look at them. After quickly washing up, he fled the room as if his life depended on it, because he was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he might do something he would regret for the rest of his life…

However, Yang Fan did not know that the moment he closed the door to his room, Shen Ruoxi’s bedroom door, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened. After seeing that he had already left, she rushed out of the bedroom like the wind and went straight to the bathroom…

Chapter 21 [A Chance Encounter on the Bus]

Shen Ruoxi rushed into the bathroom, not to relieve herself or wash up, but to the clothes rack…

Looking at the still intact underwear, she looked at it several times with some disbelief, and then smelled it again and again. After finding no suspicious liquid or smell, she finally felt a little relieved and put the underwear on the clothes rack.

"Wait a minute? Aren't men supposed to like lewd women's underwear? A few days ago, I was investigating a case involving stolen underwear. It turned out to be a peeping tom who stole women's underwear to do lewd things. How come this guy is completely unmoved by my underwear?"

Just now, Shen Ruoxi, who had just returned to her room, suddenly remembered that she hadn't had time to put away her underwear after taking a shower, and this incident happened. She didn't even realize it until she heard Yang Fan washing up in the bathroom.

Normally, she wouldn't be so concerned, but today was different. Her intimate clothing had been seen by a strange man, and this man had previously been involved in such an ambiguous relationship with her... Just thinking about it made her cheeks burn!

"Won't he do something lewd with my underwear? Humph, if he dares to leave anything disgusting on my underwear, I won't let him get away with it!"

With a heart full of unease, she finally waited for Yang Fan to leave, rushed into the bathroom, and when she saw that what she had imagined hadn't happened, she felt relieved, but at the same time, a surge of inexplicable anger welled up in her heart.

"Could it be that I'm not attractive to him at all? He's unmoved by such sexy lingerie, or does this guy have some kind of physiological problem?"

Sometimes, a woman's tendency to overthink isn't a good thing. As a police officer, Shen Ruoxi's way of analyzing problems is different from most people; any suspicious issue is imagined in countless ways.

So much so that before confirming whether Yang Fan had indeed groped her underwear, she was more concerned with how to punish him if all these assumptions came true.

But after confirming he hadn't done anything indecent, she started wondering if she wasn't attractive enough, that he had no sexual interest in her underwear, or if Yang Fan had some hidden problem…

Being a man is hard, being a good man is harder, and being a morally upright, well-rounded man is the hardest of all!

If Yang Fan knew that his efforts to restrain himself had resulted in neither his approval nor his favor with Shen Ruoxi… On the contrary, this incident led the other party to believe that he had some kind of physiological problem... If he had known it would turn out this way, his great first time might have already been given to Shen Ruoxi's little panties...

Yang Fan was unaware of all this, and therefore, he was also unaware that Shen Ruoxi, who considered herself the smartest and most capable criminal police officer in Yanjing, had already launched a series of plans against him!

Right now, he was leisurely drinking soy milk and eating fried dough sticks, devouring his breakfast in large mouthfuls, as if trying to vent his inner lust through this method.

He was a normal man, and naturally had the reactions of a normal man. Being stimulated one after another since waking up early in the morning had seriously pushed the bottom line of this little virgin man's heart.

If he hadn't escaped that place full of pink temptations so early, he didn't know if he would be squatting in some corner of prison now, with a small tag around his neck with three words written on it...

But even with his extraordinary willpower, he still felt a ball of evil fire lingering in his lower abdomen, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it.

After finishing his breakfast, Yang Fan paid and prepared to check out what Peking University was like. After all, it would be where he lived for a long time, and even if he didn't like studying, he needed to familiarize himself with the environment.

After asking the breakfast vendor for the address of Peking University, Yang Fan boarded a bus heading there. Peking

University was large. Although not as vast as the desert where Yang Fan lived, it had many cars, people, and buildings, so much so that even though he thought his sense of direction was pretty good, he often got lost without directions.

Similarly, because of the large number of people, buses, a common mode of transportation, were among the busiest places.

Looking at the sea of people, Yang Fan didn't even know how he managed to squeeze onto the bus. After finally managing to drop in a coin, he was immediately pushed into the back of the bus by the crowd that followed.

Squeezing and pushing, just when Yang Fan felt a tightness in his chest, he finally couldn't push any further, as he had been pushed to the very back of the bus…

Yang Fan wasn't short, but in this sea of people on the bus, all he could see were countless dark heads. Looking at these heads of different sizes and shapes, he felt dizzy and lightheaded. Helpless, he could only close his eyes to relieve the mental pressure that was making him dizzy!

Yang Fan closed his eyes to rest for a moment, but was attracted by a familiar perfume scent. Without even trying, he immediately recognized the luxurious oriental fragrance as the first oriental perfume launched by the famous French cosmetics company Guerlain. That rich, mysterious, and lingering scent—he had experienced it firsthand just last night!

"Could it be her?"

The mature and beautiful woman he had met in the elevator last night immediately flashed into Yang Fan's mind!

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Yang Fan dismissed it. Judging from the woman's attire, even if she was a white-collar worker, she was a super-sophisticated one. Someone of her status would never do something as tasteless as taking the bus.

However, just then, the bus stopped again, and another large group of people squeezed on. Yang Fan, without opening his eyes, felt himself lean back again, and then a soft, bony body squeezed in front of him. At the same time, that familiar perfume scent wafted into his nose again.

"It's you?"

Opening his eyes, Yang Fan exclaimed in surprise when he saw the figure squeezed in front of him.

Hearing Yang Fan's exclamation, the beautiful woman, who had been trying to avoid physical contact with others, also looked up. When she saw Yang Fan in front of her, she was also surprised.

"What a coincidence?"

As she looked up, her hair brushed against Yang Fan's nose, but she didn't seem to notice, instead smiling and greeting him.

"Yeah, I didn't expect to run into you in a place like this?"

He leaned back slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable with this close contact with a woman for the first time.

"I had no choice, my car broke down, and there was an urgent matter at work that I needed to handle. There were no taxis available, so I had to take the bus. I didn't expect the bus to be so crowded; it's my first time taking a bus!"

"Hehe, me too!"

Her proactive explanation made Yang Fan feel a little uneasy, but he didn't dwell on it.

"By the way, I see you live in my neighborhood too. You must have just moved here, right? We'll be neighbors from now on. Let's get to know each other. My name is Tang Wan!"

"My name is Yang Fan!"

Yang Fan had only greeted her politely, but he hadn't expected her to start a conversation with him. Judging from her appearance, she was gentle and elegant, dressed like a respectable young woman. He shouldn't have greeted a stranger so readily, but she was surprisingly talkative!

However, thinking about the brand of perfume she was wearing, Yang Fan felt relieved. To understand a woman, you often can't start with her appearance, but rather with her lifestyle. Undoubtedly, for women, the choice of perfume, clothing, cosmetics, and lingerie... these are all true expressions of their inner selves...

The two chatted idly, but the number of passengers on the bus didn't decrease at all; on the contrary, it increased. Finally, Tang Wan's full breasts were pressed against Yang Fan. With the constant jostling of the passengers, Yang Fan's movements made it seem as if he was deliberately taking advantage of her, constantly changing shape.

"Sorry, there are too many people!"

Yang Fan said, his face full of embarrassment. Although it was passive, and the feeling was quite wonderful... it was still inevitable that people would misunderstand it as intentional! Yang Fan braced himself, trying to lean back a little to avoid being too close to her. Tang

Wan, unlike her previous talkative self, blushed, lowered her head, and barely managed to stand, remaining silent.

As the train filled with more and more people, the two were pressed tightly together, like a couple, with no space between them. Tang Wan seemed unable to bear the intense friction on her chest and reluctantly turned around, trying to turn her back to Yang Fan.

The flustered Tang Wan clearly hadn't expected this outcome. If she could have another chance, she would never have turned her back to the man behind her!

The result of being pressed so close was that Yang Fan reacted. His previously docile little guy was awakened by the softness and friction… and breathing in the sweet scent, Yang Fan finally understood why so many men engage in sexual harassment in public places!

Yes! This feeling was… indescribably stimulating. Although it was immoral, although it would cause public outrage, it was undeniably wonderful!

Thin business skirts, equally thin trousers, a man and a woman leaning together, an involuntary chemical reaction begins...

Yang Fan didn't need to deliberately rub against her; simply leaning against her, simply inhaling her alluring fragrance, and a certain part of his body involuntarily stood up.

Yang Fan couldn't describe the feeling in his heart, but one thing was certain: his already restless little guy was incredibly hard, almost hard enough to lift the earth!

The so-called distance between Tang Wan and Yang Fan objectively existed when Yang Fan wasn't fully erect. But after Yang Fan was stimulated, this so-called distance quickly disappeared...

Chapter 22

[Yanjing University] Beautiful things often don't last, like rainbows after rain, or sunset glows; although incredibly beautiful, they are nothing more than fleeting moments, passing clouds. When you try to grasp them, they have already slipped through your fingers...

The long-awaited romantic encounter, before Yang Fan could even properly enjoy it, Fang Yin had already arrived! Or rather, even if she hadn't actually reached her stop, she had no choice but to get off the train to escape the awkward situation.

The air seemed to still linger with that alluring fragrance. Taking a deep breath, the previously pungent smell suddenly seemed quite pleasant!

Recalling the erotic scenes that had unfolded earlier, Yang Fan had a feeling he might be sleepless tonight…

Yenching University, or YNU for short, was founded during the late Qing Dynasty, initially named the Imperial University of Peking. It is the first modern national university in China, widely recognized as China's highest institution of learning, and one of the most important universities in Asia and the world.

Located in the prosperous garden district of northwestern Yanjing, it developed on the site of several former imperial gardens. YNU is widely recognized as China's highest institution of learning and also the strongest university in China in terms of comprehensive strength, with strengths in science, humanities, social sciences, emerging engineering, and medicine.

Statistics show that YNU has consistently admitted the highest number of top scorers in the national college entrance examination, far exceeding the total number admitted by all other universities in the country. Yang Fan would be living at this university for a long time to come.

After asking many people along the way, Yang Fan finally found this prestigious institution representing the pinnacle of education in China. Fortunately, he had already learned a bit about Peking University before coming. Although he didn't know how his parents had managed to get him into this prestigious institution, that wasn't something he needed to investigate.

Peking University President's Office.

Yang Fan stood in front of an elegant desk. Behind the desk stood a man who looked to be in his fifties, none other than Peking University President Wang Zhengyang. He was currently flipping through a yellow envelope.

While reading the letter, he also kept glancing at Yang Fan. After a short while, he smiled and said, "Yang Fan, right? The registration period for new students has already passed, but that's alright. I'll call the Dean of Academic Affairs now. Go see him right away and have him assign you a class. Wait a moment, I'll have Secretary Chen take you there."

As he spoke, Wang Zhengyang dialed the phone on the desk.

A short while later, there was a series of knocks on the office door.

"Come in!"

The door opened, and a woman walked in. Upon seeing her, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

The woman was about thirty years old, graceful and tall, with long, flowing, curly hair. Her face was fair and beautiful, gentle and serene, exuding a classical beauty, as well as a mature charm and noble aura. Her breasts were full and high, and her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand. She was truly a rare beauty.

"Secretary Chen, this is a new student. Take him to the Dean of Academic Affairs and have him assign him a class!"

Wang Zhengyang said, pointing at Yang Fan.

Hearing Wang Zhengyang's words, the secretary surnamed Chen couldn't help but scrutinize Yang Fan a few times, becoming somewhat curious about his identity. What kind of status did he need to be personally received by the principal?

However, she didn't ask anything, giving Yang Fan a brief look and saying, "Come with me!"

After saying that, she nodded to Wang Zhengyang and left the office first.

"Principal Wang, I'll be going now!"

"Okay!"

Wang Zhengyang maintained a faint smile until Yang Fan left the office, at which point the smile slowly faded. He picked up the phone on his desk and dialed another number.

The call connected almost immediately. Before the other person could speak, Wang Zhengyang respectfully said, "Chairman Yang, the young master just arrived at the school to register!"

"Hmm, good. If anything happens, inform me immediately. Also, keep a close eye on the young master. If anything happens, you can't bear the responsibility, and neither can I!"

"Yes, Chairman Yang!"

After hanging up, Wang Zhengyang's forehead was covered in a cold sweat. He never imagined that the young master would come to study at the school he managed. Wasn't this going to kill him? If anything happened, who would take responsibility?

At this moment, even the president of Yanda University, who had dedicated most of his life to education and weathered countless storms, felt a sense of panic and unease…

“Excuse me, are you new here? Why are you only reporting now?”

Secretary Chen, leading Yang Fan through the campus, glanced at him and asked seemingly casually.

Out of politeness, Yang Fan deliberately let her walk ahead before replying, “Something came up and

I was delayed!” “Hehe, don’t be nervous. Is Principal Wang your relative? He seems very welcoming to you.”

“No, I don’t know him.”

“Oh!”

Seeing that Yang Fan didn’t want to elaborate, Secretary Chen didn’t press further.

Yang Fan followed behind her, initially unperturbed, but as they walked, his gaze involuntarily drifted downwards.

Since the bell had just rung and there weren’t many students in the hallways, out of politeness, Yang Fan deliberately lagged behind Chen Lin’er, and the two walked one after the other towards Chen Lin’er’s office.

Yang Fan hadn't initially thought there was anything wrong with what he was doing, but when his gaze fell on the woman's swaying, full hips, he couldn't look away.

A black short suit paired with a white collared lace blouse, a white pencil skirt with flesh-colored stockings, and finished with black peep-toe heels. This outfit made Chen Lin'er look beautiful and capable.

Yang Fan seemed to understand why the male students had been loitering around Secretary Chen when they walked through the campus earlier. Her full, shapely hips and long, beautiful legs held an irresistible allure for teenage boys.

As they walked, he unconsciously touched her pocket, feeling the slight hardness inside. Yang Fan couldn't help but smile slightly, his gaze clearing. He quickened his pace, walking alongside her, his gaze calmly fixed ahead. There was no longer a trace of hesitation in his heart.

Secretary Chen, out of the corner of her eye, had been secretly observing Yang Fan. The unusual sensation emanating from behind, especially from her ample buttocks, made her realize that her body was being scrutinized. To her surprise, the entire process was extremely brief; before she could even express her emotions, Yang Fan quickly walked alongside her.

When she looked over, she was even more astonished to find Yang Fan's eyes incredibly clear, devoid of any lust. Secretary Chen couldn't help but secretly admire him. She had encountered many men, young and old, and even the most seemingly respectable, would find their gazes unconsciously drawn to her after a while, especially focusing on her most prominent areas.

As a beautiful woman, she might occasionally feel a little smug, but more often than not, she felt endless annoyance. In fact, if it weren't for the principal's protection, she would have long been someone's plaything at school.

"Alright, this is the dean of academic affairs' office. Go in yourself. I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. Also, if you encounter any trouble in the future, you can come to me. Although I may not be able to help you, I can probably give you some advice!"

Secretary Chen stopped in front of an office and said. Judging

from her expression, she clearly wanted to knock, but seemed afraid of something, her hesitant manner making Yang Fan a little curious. Did this dean of academic affairs have three heads and six arms, making Secretary Chen afraid to even knock?

However, Yang Fan didn't dwell on it too much and nodded to her, saying, "Thank you, Secretary Chen!"

"I'm sorry, I really have something urgent to attend to. I'll be leaving now!"

Secretary Chen knew that what she was doing was somewhat impolite, but when she thought of the dean of academic affairs, she couldn't help but want to leave quickly. She really didn't want to see that guy who made her feel so disgusted.

However, she seemed a little embarrassed. After giving Yang Fan an apologetic look, she turned and jogged away the way she came, as if she didn't want to stay there for even a second longer!

Watching her hurried departure, Yang Fan couldn't help but find it amusing, but he didn't think much of it. He straightened his clothes slightly before knocking on the office door.

"Wait

a minute!" A slightly deep voice came from inside the office, sounding somewhat displeased that something good had been interrupted. Just as Yang Fan was about to push the door open, it was opened from the inside, and a woman ran out, almost bumping into him.

However, her head was bowed so low that Yang Fan couldn't see her face clearly. But judging from her disheveled clothes and slightly flushed face, Yang Fan could roughly guess what had happened inside.

"Come in!"

Just as Yang Fan was sizing up the figure that had suddenly run out of the office, the displeased voice came from inside again.

"Is this Dean Huang? I'm a new student here to register!"

Upon entering the office, Yang Fan saw a middle-aged man sitting in a large leather chair. The man seemed to be looking down at some materials, making it difficult to see his face clearly, but Yang Fan vaguely felt that the man looked familiar.

"Oh? Registration? Wasn't the registration period long overdue? Why are you only registering now? Our school has a rule that once the registration period for new students is over, we will no longer admit them. That's the rule, so you should leave. There's nothing I can do about it!"

The middle-aged man didn't even blink, seemingly ignoring Yang Fan, completely in a businesslike manner.

"But I am..."

"I don't care who you are! I said the registration period for new students is over. Get out, get out right now... It's you!"

The dean of academic affairs was very unhappy that his good time had been interrupted. Hearing what the other person wanted to say, his anger flared even more. He slammed his hand on the table, wanting to angrily kick the man out, but when he saw the man's face clearly, his raised hand stopped abruptly.

Chapter 23

[The Beautiful Senior] Huang Shiren was in a very bad mood. Yesterday on the plane, he finally met a beautiful flight attendant and was about to get his hands on her when someone suddenly appeared, ruining his plans and even giving him a scolding.

Back in Yanjing, he immediately started using his connections to find out the other woman's identity, teach her a lesson, wash his face, and ideally, even take the busty flight attendant as his own… But so far, he hadn't been able to find any trace of her.

He hadn't slept well all night because of this. His wife at home was already terrible, and with the beautiful flight attendant's image constantly on his mind, he felt no interest in her advances.

Fueled by uncontrollable lust, he finally managed to seduce a female teacher at school today, and just when he was about to make things happen, he was interrupted again, and his prize flew away. How could he not be furious?

Just as he was about to vent his anger on the guy who had ruined his plans, he realized that the person in front of him was none other than the guy who had interrupted his plans on the plane yesterday.

At that moment, Huang Shiren suddenly realized that fate was incredibly kind; his long-suffering enemy was actually standing right in front of him, and this bastard was the one who had ruined two of his plans! He wanted nothing more than to devour him alive.

However, just as he was about to unleash his fury, he suddenly remembered that this guy had said he was a freshman here to register. This bastard had ruined his plans twice; how could he let him off so easily? He might as well keep him here; that way, he could slowly torment him to death. He came here to study, right? Then he would make sure he couldn't graduate!

Thinking this, Huang Shiren suddenly lowered his hand, which was halfway raised, and the anger on his face was immediately replaced by a fake smile...

"Hehe, young brother, it's you! Come, come, please have a seat. I didn't expect us to be so destined. We just met yesterday, and we've met again today. By the way, is this the one you want to report for? No problem, it's a small matter, absolutely no problem!"

With a new plan in mind, Huang Shiren immediately changed his expression, acting as if he had met a close friend from afar. His enthusiasm made Yang Fan feel uncomfortable.

"Director Huang, about my reporting for the position..."

"No problem, absolutely no problem. Rules are rigid, but people are flexible. There are always exceptions. By the way, the principal just called me and said that someone wants to report for the position here. That person should be you, right?" While

saying this, Huang Shiren's mind was working quickly and flexibly. When the principal called, he was chatting enthusiastically with that female teacher and didn't hear what the other person was saying before he hung up the phone.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel secretly proud of his previous decision. Since the principal had taken the initiative to call, it meant that the other party's identity was extraordinary. If he were to confront them forcefully, he might be the one who suffered.

But if he kept them here, he would have many opportunities to deal with them slowly in the future. With his status as the director of academic affairs, was he afraid he couldn't handle them? Thinking this way, Huang Shiren's attitude towards Yang Fan became even more enthusiastic...

Even after leaving Huang Shiren's office, Yang Fan was still full of doubts. The change in Director Huang's attitude was too drastic, so fast that even he couldn't react.

As the saying goes, "Unsolicited kindness is either a sign of ulterior motives or a thief." He didn't believe that Huang Shiren was the kind of person who was kind, righteous, and forgiving.

But he not only didn't mention yesterday's events, but he also didn't mention today's events at all. If he said that Huang Shiren wasn't holding a grudge against him, even Yang Fan himself didn't believe it. So, the only possibility was that he was brewing a bigger conspiracy!

With a cold laugh, having figured out the key point, Yang Fan finally understood what Huang Shiren was really up to. However, he didn't care much. As the saying goes, when soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it. He never actively seeks trouble, but that doesn't mean he's afraid of trouble...

Yang Fan applied to the Chinese Literature Department because he had loved classical Chinese literature since he was a child, especially ancient scripts such as Sanskrit, oracle bone script, small seal script, and large seal script. Yang Fan had a great interest in these ancient scripts. Of course, that doesn't mean he didn't understand foreign languages. On the contrary, although he wouldn't say he was proficient in every language in the world, he could understand eight or nine out of ten.

However, Yang Fan wasn't particularly interested in these foreign languages. If it weren't for certain reasons, he wouldn't have studied them. Moreover, there was another reason he chose the Chinese Literature major: he'd heard it was a more relaxed and free major. Therefore, the Chinese Literature major was undoubtedly his best choice.

Since it was still early, Yang Fan decided to check out the classrooms and get a feel for the atmosphere. After asking several students at Yanda University along the way, he finally found the classroom for the Chinese Literature department.

The classroom was large, but there weren't many students. It could easily hold two or three hundred people, but only a few dozen were there, and most of them were doing their own things, not reacting to Yang Fan's arrival.

Yang Fan couldn't help but recall the rumors he'd overheard on the way. The upperclassmen said that generally, the most beautiful girls were in the foreign languages, music, or art departments, while the Chinese Literature department was a concentration of "dinosaurs" (unattractive girls), and the male-to-female ratio was extremely unbalanced, with a severe male-dominated society!

Yang Fan was initially skeptical, but after a quick glance, he realized it was all true. The proportion of women in the classroom was less than one-tenth, and most of them were unsightly.

Just as Yang Fan was reaching his lowest point, about to find a place to sit, his gaze inadvertently swept to a corner at the back of the classroom, and suddenly, his eyes lit up.

In that corner, a beautiful young woman sat by the window, her hands resting on the desk, gazing thoughtfully out the window.

She had long, flowing black hair that cascaded down to her waist. Her delicate face was flawless, fair with a rosy glow, making her appear incredibly tender.

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows were perfectly set against her flawless face; if they were to furrow even slightly, they would break the hearts of countless men. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her indescribably deep black eyes moved with them, as if trying to capture all the beauty in the sky within their pure gaze.

Beneath that delicate, pretty nose was a captivating little mouth, gently pursed together, as if whispering secrets.

What a stunning beauty, serene and composed! She sat there quietly, adding a touch of life to the entire classroom.

However, what surprised Yang Fan was that such a charming woman had no male companions around her; even those who looked at her only stole a few glances.

Yang Fan didn't think much of it. Seeing that the seat was by the window and there was such a beautiful woman nearby, how could he not take it? So, without a second thought, he ran to sit down not far from the woman.

Yang Fan didn't notice that when he sat down, the other students in the classroom immediately changed their gaze. The previous lifeless atmosphere vanished instantly, and they began whispering among themselves, their eyes frequently sweeping over Yang Fan and the beautiful woman.

Seemingly sensing someone sit down beside her, the beautiful woman who had been gazing out the window turned her attention to Yang Fan. Seeing the unfamiliar man before her, she couldn't help but ask, "Who are you? I've never seen you before."

"I'm new here!"

Yang Fan replied with a smile.

Seeing Yang Fan smile, the woman couldn't help but laugh as well, her bright eyes curving into crescent moons. She looked Yang Fan up and down with slight curiosity before continuing, "Oh? But I remember it's been quite a while since freshman registration. You're not a student from another department, are you? Did you deliberately come here?"

"Deliberately come here? I'm not sick, why would I deliberately come here? Is there something fun here? Or do students from other departments usually come here on purpose?"

Yang Fan asked, slightly surprised.

"Yeah, don't you know the literature department's class advisor is a super beauty? Other students often sneak over to the literature department just to see what that beautiful class advisor looks like, but they all end up in terrible situations. I think you'd better leave quickly; if that class advisor gets angry, the consequences will be dire!"

As she said this, a few excited glints flashed in the beautiful woman's eyes.

"I think you're quite pretty too. Could this class advisor be prettier than you?"

Ignoring her words, Yang Fan laughed.

"Oh? Really? This is the first time I've heard someone say I'm pretty in front of me. By the way, are you really a freshman in the literature department?"

"Yes! Why would I lie to you? I just came from the dean of academic affairs; he told me to come to the literature department to register!"

Nodding, Yang Fan answered earnestly.

Actually, at this moment, his mind was racing, wondering if Huang Shiren had some ulterior motive for recommending him to the literature department.

He hadn't paid much attention before because he felt it didn't matter what he studied, and literature was more suitable for his current situation. But now, looking at the woman, Yang Fan suddenly had a feeling that he had been tricked by a cunning man...

"By the way, senior, we're classmates now. My name is Yang Fan. I don't know yours yet?"

Yang Fan noticed that as he asked this question, he was being stared at with surprised looks. When he turned around, he found all his classmates looking at him with astonishment, as if they were looking at an alien.

What was going on? Had he asked the wrong question? Just as Yang Fan was wondering, the woman spoke up, "It seems you really are in this class. My name is Lin Wan'er!"

"Lin Wan'er? Your name is so beautiful!"

Yang Fan smiled as he silently repeated the woman's name.

Chapter 24

[Senior Sister = Teacher] "Thank you, you're the first student to compliment my name!"

Hearing Yang Fan's praise, Lin Wan'er's smile deepened. However, Yang Fan didn't notice that her smile seemed a little abnormal, more like the cunning of a little fox.

Since he was bored anyway, Yang Fan started chatting with Lin Wan'er: "By the way, senior sister, you said earlier that students from other departments who came here all ended up in terrible situations. What exactly happened? Is our class teacher some kind of violent person?"

"Violent person? That's a good title! You don't know, students who used to sneak in walked in and crawled out, or were simply thrown out!"

"Is it that serious?"

Hearing her say that, Yang Fan was somewhat surprised.

"More than that? You don't know, there was a foreign language major who confessed to his homeroom teacher on the spot, and she threw him off the third floor. He almost died!"

"No way! That's so weird!"

"Weird... well, I guess it's not that weird!"

Yang Fan didn't notice that when Lin Wan'er said the word 'weird,' an embarrassed look flashed across her face.

"This isn't considered perverted? Throwing someone off the third floor and that's not perverted? If it were me, even if the homeroom teacher was beautiful, she'd be worthless in my eyes. You're so kind, senior, you definitely wouldn't do that!"

"Not necessarily. People these days are two-faced. You can't tell just by looking at them. Some people seem righteous on the outside, but are rotten inside. Some people call themselves thugs, but are more gentlemanly than the most upright."

"No way! I'm very good at judging people. You're so gentle, senior, you definitely wouldn't be a violent person!"

"Really? Can you read faces?"

"I can't read faces, but someone like you definitely has nothing to do with violence."

"Hehe, really?"

"Of course!"

Yang Fan didn't notice the grammatical error in the other person's words. He turned around and looked around, and after finding that no teachers had come to teach, he couldn't help but ask, "What's going on? Is it a self-study period? Why haven't the teachers come to teach yet?"

"They're here!"

"They're here? Where?"

As he spoke, Yang Fan didn't forget to stand up and look around.

"They're right in front of me!"

"..."

"You...you don't mean...you're...the...homeroom teacher, right?"

As he spoke, Yang Fan almost bit his tongue!

Blinking his eyes, Lin Wan'er said innocently, "What? Don't you look like it?"

"No, no, I just, I just..."

He tried to find a reason for himself, but Yang Fan found that his thoughts were a bit out of his control!

"Just what? Just can't associate me with perverts and violent people?"

Lin Wan'er's smile deepened. If she hadn't been trying so hard not to, she might have spat on Yang Fan's face.

Yang Fan was extremely embarrassed. His face went from white to red, from red to black, from black to purple… until finally, even he himself didn't know what his expression was.

Good heavens! He never expected that on the first day of school, he would create such a huge blunder, actually sitting with the homeroom teacher discussing her misdeeds… Yang Fan could already foresee the miserable experience that awaited him!

“Hehe, okay, I won’t tease you anymore. Let’s start class. Don’t forget, I’m a violent person, and a bit of a pervert. If you don’t follow classroom rules, I might throw you off the third floor!”

“No, no!”

Yang Fan broke out in a cold sweat.

“Don’t worry, in class we’re teacher and student, but after class we’re friends! Hehe!”

After saying that, Lin Wan’er couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

She discovered that being a teacher wasn’t so boring after all. Among her first batch of students was such a fun student; she was sure she wouldn’t be lonely in the days to come!

On the contrary, Yang Fan was now contemplating suicide. He even suspected that he had touched Shen Ruoxi's panties that morning, otherwise why would he be so unlucky?

He secretly resolved that he would never secretly touch a girl's panties again; if he were to, he would do it openly, otherwise, he would be in for trouble…

If you are very interested in something, time will seem to fly by. Conversely, if you are not interested in something, or if you are absent-minded, time will seem to drag on no matter what you are doing!

This was the case for Yang Fan now. Because he knew Lin Wan'er's true identity, and because he had spoken ill of the homeroom teacher in front of her, which was equivalent to cursing her to her face, Yang Fan

felt very uneasy. It wasn't because he was afraid of Lin Wan'er, but because he felt guilty and also found it unbelievable.

Judging from Lin Wan'er's appearance, she was at most around twenty years old. A university professor in her twenties, and at a prestigious institution like Peking University, that was something that couldn't be achieved simply by having connections.

For a moment, Yang Fan couldn't help but become curious about Lin Wan'er's identity...

Lost in thought, Yang Fan suddenly felt a strong gust of wind behind his head. His years of training honed his alertness, and he reacted instantly. Without hesitation, Yang Fan reached out with his left hand, grabbing at the incoming object, while his right hand formed a palm and pushed out.

However, to Yang Fan's surprise, his left hand seemed to have grabbed an arm, while his right hand touched something very soft. Out of curiosity, his right hand, which had been in a palm position, changed to a claw shape and squeezed it a few times...

Silence! Deathly silence. The eyes of dozens of students in the classroom were fixed on Yang Fan's outstretched right hand. Their expressions were uniform: mouths agape, eyes wide, not even blinking. At this moment, they had even forgotten to think!

"Oh my god! That bastard actually grabbed Teacher Lin's breast! No way, I must be seeing things, I must be seeing things! How could this be? How could he? How could that bastard grab Teacher Lin's breast? Why not me? Why not me? My goddess! My dream lover! It's over, everything is over! Shattered, my dream is shattered, my heart is shattered..."

Their hearts screamed incessantly, their eyes filled with jealousy, envy, contempt, and anger! However, none of them were as shocked as Lin Wan'er at this moment!

"This... what's going on?"

At first, Lin Wan'er couldn't react immediately. Then, a feeling she had never experienced before surged through her chest where it had been grabbed, finally bringing her back to some clarity.

"That bastard actually grabbed my breast?"

She first asked herself this question in her mind, then looked down at her breast, which was being tightly gripped and even somewhat deformed, and suddenly realized what had happened.

With a flick of her wrist, she forcefully brought her free hand together, delivering a palm strike towards Yang Fan's wrist. Simultaneously, she bent her right leg, her knee whistling through the air as she kicked towards Yang Fan's chest!

At this moment, Lin Wan'er was truly enraged! Originally, she had just finished class and wanted to chat with Yang Fan again, because she found him really fun. This feeling was like receiving a beloved toy, stirring up her childlike heart, and she couldn't resist teasing him.

But when she arrived in front of Yang Fan, she found him daydreaming. Wanting to scare him, she quietly approached him from behind, reaching out to tap him on the head.

But she hadn't expected Yang Fan's reaction to be so swift. Before she could even react, she was already at his mercy, and her most precious part had been caught red-handed!

Burning with rage, Lin Wan'er didn't care about anything else and immediately launched her attack. Her nickname, Tyrannosaurus Rex, wasn't given lightly. Anyone who'd spent a few days at Peking University knew that the university had two stunningly beautiful professors, one nicknamed Tyrannosaurus Rex and the other Snake Beauty.

Though their nicknames differed, they shared one thing in common: both were breathtakingly beautiful. And both possessed a common trait: no man dared to provoke them easily.

Lin Wan'er, nicknamed Tyrannosaurus Rex, always responded with violence, dealing with anyone who dared challenge her authority with her fists.

Lin Wan'er was once a top student at Peking University herself. After graduation, she didn't leave but chose to stay and continue teaching. Over the years, hundreds, if not thousands, of people had suffered at her hands.

Whether male or female, anyone she disliked faced only one fate: a ten-day to fifteen-month hospital stay.

As for the other beautiful teacher nicknamed "Snake Beauty," she was quite the opposite. Her allure was an overt display. Her clothing, mannerisms, and speech certainly gave off a sexy vibe, but it was clear that she consciously controlled and displayed her beauty, presenting it to others for them to see, yet not to easily possess.

So much so that although rumors circulated at school that "Snake Beauty" changed boyfriends at least once a week, no man ever gained the upper hand. On the contrary, those who had been her boyfriends were all terrified afterward, running as far away as possible.

She was a ruthless killer, devouring people without spitting out the bones. Anyone who approached her either lost everything or suffered complete disgrace. Over time, the fear of the beautiful snake at Peking University far surpassed the fear of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

After all, being beaten up by the Tyrannosaurus Rex meant they knew what happened, but being toyed with by the beautiful snake left them completely bewildered!

This, perhaps, is why the unknown is always the most terrifying!

Getting back to the point, regardless of whether he had offended the beautiful snake, Yang Fan had undoubtedly thoroughly enraged the Tyrannosaurus Rex, and what he faced was the Tyrannosaurus Rex's furious counterattack...

05-02
Chapter 25

[Dragon Warrior] When his hand grasped something soft, Yang Fan realized that his move had become the legendary "Dragon Claw Hand"! But before he could react, Lin Wan'er's whip kick came at him, and at the same time, his wrist was struck by her palm strike.

The throbbing pain in his wrist forced Yang Fan to release his grip. He initially wanted to explain, but seeing the other woman's murderous intent, he suppressed the thought and focused on dealing with her.

Lin Wan'er's attacks were undeniably sharp and effective, clearly the work of a master. While wondering how a girl could possess such skill, Yang Fan suddenly remembered that his right hand was still clutching that soft object!

He quickly withdrew his hand and retreated to the aisle. However, Lin Wan'er seemed oblivious to Yang Fan's apparent reluctance. Missing her kick, she clenched her fist and threw another punch at him.

Her slender, delicate flesh swelled with her movement, making her appear several sizes larger. Her attack, due to this change in her physique, suddenly became several times faster.

Yang Fan barely regained his senses, his body reacting even faster than his mind, successfully dodging Lin Wan'er's attack.

Unexpectedly, the key to this move wasn't its incredible speed, but something else entirely. Just

as Yang Fan dodged, in that instant when his old strength was exhausted and new strength hadn't yet arisen, Lin Wan'er's body trembled, her joints colliding with each other, producing a rhythmic sound that finally surged into her throat, transforming into a delicate shout.

This shout, like a celestial sound, like a sudden clap of thunder in spring, instantly entered Yang Fan's body. He felt his bones begin to move beyond his control, rhythmically trembling in sync with the melody Lin Wan'er uttered. With his bones out of control, any attempt to dodge was naturally futile.

Lin Wan'er smiled smugly at Yang Fan, confident of her victory.

But then, Yang Fan suddenly jerked, unintentionally using the same technique as his opponent, dislocating his bones and then restoring them.

This dislocation and restoration could unleash the body's hidden potential, allowing one to perform actions normally impossible. Yang Fan shuddered twice, breaking free from Lin Wan'er's control. When he moved again, his attack was no longer restrained; he swung his arm and slammed it towards Lin Wan'er's neck.

The attack was sudden. Just moments before, Lin Wan'er had been smug, thinking Yang Fan was nothing special. Who knew that a slight lapse in vigilance would lead to such a blunder? Not only had Yang Fan broken free of her control, but he had also delivered a punch she couldn't dodge.

Just as his fist was about to strike Lin Wan'er, knocking her to the ground like the wild beast he had killed before, her life hanging in the balance, Yang Fan suddenly remembered that this beautiful woman was, after all, his nominal homeroom teacher.

If word got out that he had molested a beautiful teacher on his first day of school and even knocked her to the ground, the consequences would be dire, and he would never be able to clear his name…

In a split second, Yang Fan finally made a new decision. He changed his fist into a claw, his hammer into a grab, and pulled Lin Wan'er's delicate shoulders into his arms.

Unable to control herself, Lin Wan'er spun and lunged into Yang Fan's arms. Even with all her skills, she couldn't use a single one at this moment.

"An eighty-year-old mother has ruined her child! I've been caught off guard! I've fallen for him! I was too careless!"

Lin Wan'er was filled with regret. She hadn't expected this seemingly frail young man to be a highly skilled martial artist! And his strength was no less than her own…

Her body was out of control, and her mind was filled with distracting thoughts, causing Lin Wan'er to forget one thing. Her body was uncontrollably lunging into Yang Fan's arms.

She knew it, and Yang Fan knew it too. When the fresh, slightly astringent scent of perfume, carrying the fragrance of nature's plants, entered his nostrils, and the soft, warm, and heart-pounding fullness of his flesh pressed against him, Yang Fan finally realized: even if he wanted to dodge, it was too late!

Lin Wan'er was filled with mixed emotions at this moment, unable to describe her feelings.

Intending to teach the other person a lesson, she carelessly lost control, her confidence shattered, and she ended up throwing herself into his arms. Although it wasn't her intention, the fact remained that she was in his embrace!

What made her especially uneasy was that, despite believing the person holding her was a young man and she shouldn't feel anything, the strong masculine scent and broad shoulders of his body made her unconsciously feel a little intoxicated.

Aside from the embraces with Shen Ruoxi this morning and the beautiful woman she met on the bus, Yang Fan clearly remembered that this was the third time he had been in such close contact with a woman.

But the feelings were completely different!

With Shen Ruoxi, it happened so suddenly that he didn't have time to think about anything else. Only after she left his embrace did he vaguely remember, but not clearly, only a hazy, lingering feeling…

As for the beautiful woman, not only were they not familiar with each other, but being on the bus, his body was stiff when he held her, unable to move at all. Yang Fan felt that holding her wasn't particularly comfortable. Aside from the faint, alluring scent of flesh emanating from her, he had no other thoughts.

But this time, he was embracing a fully developed adult body. What Yang Fan found particularly unbearable was that Lin Wan'er was being pulled along, staggering. She should have been forced, not willing at all.

He didn't know what she was thinking, but her body moved spontaneously, her arms and legs tightly entwining him, creating an intimate, all-encompassing contact without leaving a single gap!

The worst part wasn't even that; the fresh scent, yet easily conjuring images of classrooms, beautiful teachers, and students... inappropriate for children, was completely beyond Yang Fan's control, relentlessly trying to penetrate his mind.

Combined with the tight embrace of her impressive breasts pressed against his chest, Yang Fan felt sweat beading on his forehead, and he didn't dare move an inch.

"Yang Fan, excuse me... have you had enough?"

Lin Wan'er wanted to say this righteously, but her trembling voice made it impossible for her to maintain her composure after only one sentence.

Yang Fan's face flushed slightly, and he abruptly released his hands.

Lin Wan'er, seeing Yang Fan's slightly red face, breathed a slight sigh of relief. She thought this boy was quite decent; at least, in this situation, he hadn't taken advantage of her and knew to blush, showing at least a sense of shame. But to blush and still not let go was a bit much!

"Yang Fan, I don't want to say it again, please let go!"

Yang Fan looked at his empty hands, then at Lin Wan'er clinging to him, speechless for a moment.

"Teacher Lin, if I'm not mistaken, it's not that I didn't let go, but that you... you've been holding me tightly!"

Lin Wan'er looked down and her face instantly turned bright red.

"Damn it! How could I be so careless? I've made such a mess of things, I'm so embarrassed!"

Hastily letting go, Lin Wan'er was too ashamed to stay any longer. Ignoring the strange looks from the classroom, she turned and ran, leaving Yang Fan alone.

"Uh... just like that? Does that mean... I can go back now?"

Yang Fan shook his head and smiled slightly, then left the classroom as well...

"Shh..."

The moment Yang Fan and Lin Wan'er left the classroom one after the other, the once quiet classroom erupted in chaos!

"Brother, did I read it right? The new guy has subdued Teacher Lin?"

"What does it mean to be subdued? Didn't you see that Teacher Lin took the initiative to embrace me? So powerful, my idol! Even Teacher Lin can subdue Teacher Lin, the girl of my dreams..."

This was the helpless cry of an infatuated man who had a crush on Lin Wan'er...

"I heard that Mr. Lin was born in a martial arts school. She seems to be the daughter of the owner of the Tianwei Wushu Hall. She has been practicing martial arts since she was a child. Whether she is a teacher or a student in Yan Dali, Teacher Lin has beaten me from a thousand to eight hundred people over the years. I have never met an opponent. I didn't expect this guy who just came here to be so powerful. By the way, what's his name?"

This is the gossip of a gossip man...

"Big news, big news! The Tyrannosaurus PK freshman has been successfully restrained, and the strength list of Yan University's masters has been updated again..."

"Yes, the two beautiful mentors successfully went to one. I wonder if this buddy can successfully conquer the beautiful snake again? After the battle between humans and dragons, can there be a more exciting battle between humans and snakes?"

"What battle between humans and dragons? Battle between humans and snakes?"

"Are you stupid? Isn't Teacher Lin called Tyrannosaurus Rex? Now that he's been subdued, isn't that a war between humans and dragons? And what about that other instructor nicknamed 'Beautiful Snake'? If she gets subdued too, wouldn't that be a war between humans and snakes?" "

A war between humans and dragons! A war between humans and snakes? Tsk tsk, they're actually playing a war between humans and beasts... hahaha..."

This was the sinister laughter of several lecherous men...

"..."

"So cool! Finally someone helped me get revenge, boohoo... I got beaten up by that Tyrannosaurus Rex on the first day of school, no way, I have to repay this handsome guy with my body!"

"You... come on, don't scare that handsome guy to death. He'd like someone like me who's slim and voluptuous!"

"Fatty, I don't think anyone would doubt that you're voluptuous, but you actually said slim, that word doesn't seem to apply to you, does it?"

"What do you know? People consider plumpness beautiful. If you don't appreciate it, don't talk nonsense. I think you're just sour grapes. Look at you, you're as flat as an airport runway, a gust of wind could blow you over!"

This was the inner voice of a group of infatuated girls...

"..."

Unfortunately, Yang Fan was unaware of the conversation among his classmates, nor did he know that the drama he and Lin Wan'er had staged in the classroom had spread to every corner of the campus in just a few days. This battle was given a resounding title: "Man vs. Dragon," and Yang Fan himself was called "Dragon-Slaying Warrior!"

Not only did the story of the Man vs. Dragon become increasingly exaggerated, but the mysterious Dragon-Slaying Warrior also became increasingly enigmatic. Some even claimed that he had directly "circled and crossed" his opponent in the classroom to completely subdue the Tyrannosaurus Rex...

In an instant, the name of the Dragon-Slaying Warrior resounded throughout the entire campus!

Chapter 26 [The Girl Who Fell into the Water]

"Two chapters today, please add to your collection!"

After leaving the classroom, Yang Fan asked for the location of the school cafeteria and headed straight for it. He had classes in the afternoon, so he didn't plan to eat out. He would take this opportunity to familiarize himself with the environment of Yanda University.

As Yang Fan walked through a grove of trees toward the cafeteria, he spotted a girl sitting on a bench by the lake, engrossed in drawing something on the water.

She was a delicate, graceful girl in a simple white dress, adorned without any jewelry. Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders. From Yang Fan's angle, he could only see her beautiful back, yet that back view evoked boundless thoughts, all devoid of any impure motives.

For some reason, Yang Fan couldn't help but walk towards her, as if something had touched a chord within him. Reaching her side, he didn't speak, but simply gazed silently at her drawing.

The girl was drawing the lake before him. Although Yang Fan didn't know anything about art, he could still sense the remarkable lifelikeness of her subject. The girl was so focused on her drawing that she was completely unaware of him approaching from behind.

Half an hour passed, and when the drawing was finally finished, she silently stopped penciling, stood up, and stretched. Unaware that Yang Fan was behind her, she bumped into him the instant she stretched her arm.

"Ah!"

Startled by the accidental touch, she cried out like a frightened rabbit and lurched forward.

Splash!

She fell into the water. From Yang Fan's perspective, it looked as if the girl had jumped in willingly to escape a pervert.

Yang Fan touched his nose, somewhat taken aback. He wondered, was he really that scary? He'd actually frightened her into jumping into the lake, even though he hadn't done anything wrong.

But when he saw the girl struggling in the lake, flailing her arms and legs trying to reach the shore but only getting further away and swallowing mouthfuls of water, he realized she couldn't swim!

Actually, Yang Fan couldn't swim either, but it was all his own doing. He noticed the lake wasn't very deep; safety had been considered during construction, with the deepest point only about half a person's width, and the shallowest part near the shore only about a meter deep.

After jumping in, Yang Fan didn't even need to swim; the water only reached his thighs.

However, the girl seemed overly nervous, or perhaps naturally afraid of water. Instead of getting up, she struggled frantically in the water, swallowing a lot of water.

In fact, the girl was even more afraid of water than Yang Fan had imagined. When he tried to approach her and pull her out, she flailed and twisted wildly, grabbing at him several times.

"Help! Help!"

Perhaps because of the water she was swallowing, or perhaps because of the dangerous situation, she kept screaming with her eyes closed.

The moment Yang Fan touched her, she clung to him like a lifeline, her hands gripping his clothes tightly, and her legs wrapping around his waist.

The girl wrapped her legs around Yang Fan, her arms around his neck, her face pressed tightly against his chest… If Yang Fan were to support her hips with his hands and thrust his hips forward, their position would become somewhat ambiguous! With

his legs entwined, Yang Fan's movements were somewhat inconvenient, but he had no intention of letting her loosen her grip, because he was also reluctant to give up this soft and comfortable feeling!

Counting carefully, it seemed that this was the fourth time in just one day that he had enjoyed this kind of intimate contact—four times, four different beauties, yet the same experience. This made Yang Fan wonder if it was all because he had been peeking at Shen Ruoxi's panties!

If that were the case, it didn't seem like a bad thing; on the contrary, it was quite a good thing. For a moment, the thought that Yang Fan had just dismissed resurfaced: he wanted to touch her both secretly and openly…

The girl was wearing a long dress, which floated in the water like an open umbrella, revealing her smooth, genuinely long and beautiful legs wrapped around Yang Fan's waist!

Would you let go of her if you were in her shoes?

So, like an ordinary person, Yang Fan painstakingly carried the girl step by step around his waist until he reached the lakeshore, still reluctant to let go.

The lakeshore was some distance from the ground; to climb up, he either had to get her up first, or he would have to use some other method, but neither was what he wanted to do at this moment.

"Little sister, it's alright, let go of me first, I'll get you up, and then I'll come up, okay!"

Saying this, Yang Fan realized how wicked he sounded; he looked like a lecherous old man trying to lure an innocent young girl.

He inwardly berated himself, but then he realized that whether he first helped her up or forcefully jumped upwards, both methods would involve significant movement, giving her the impression of taking advantage of him. Therefore, he absolutely couldn't let her have that thought.

Thinking this way, Yang Fan found himself feeling more at ease.

"I don't want to! I don't want to!"

The girl shook her head, refusing to let go of Yang Fan, her voice choked with sobs, filled with unspeakable grievance. Her small face was streaked with tears, and she began to sob softly.

Seeing her terrified expression, Yang Fan felt a sudden pang of pity. Such innocent and pure girls were truly rare in today's society!

Helpless, Yang Fan could only support her slender waist with his hands, his toes dipping sharply into the water, and then using the upward momentum, he quickly leaped towards the shore.

Despite his best efforts to be careful, some minor contact was unavoidable, especially in a certain area where he felt a soft touch, and his chest seemed to be gently nuzzled by two small pearls.

Summer had long arrived, and some trendy girls were already eagerly wearing stockings and hot pants. The girl before him, though more conservative, still wore a very thin fabric for her long skirt. After falling into the water, the skirt clung tightly to her skin as soon as she came ashore.

This left her full, dove-like breasts, flat stomach, and slender thighs almost naked before Yang Fan. Adding

to this, her wet hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, water droplets still dripping from her forehead, her expression wistful, and her face slightly flushed, giving her an indescribable allure!

Yang Fan then noticed that the other person's fair face was flawless, her large eyes were an indistinct mix of black and purple, with a bright white light shining within their depths, giving her a mysterious and holy appearance. Her nose was small and straight, and her slightly pursed red lips trembled slightly from excessive fear. A few drops of lake water clung to her face, her holy beauty tinged with a delicate fragility that stirred a sense of pity in him.

"I'm sorry, I startled you just now!"

Trying to avert his gaze from what he shouldn't have noticed, Yang Fan scratched his head, quite embarrassed, and said.

Indeed, if he hadn't appeared silently behind her, he wouldn't have frightened her. But Yang Fan hadn't expected her to be so sensitive; perhaps she was too focused, or perhaps too wary, because she actually jumped directly into the lake!

To be honest, Yang Fan was quite impressed by the girl's courage, choosing to escape him by jumping into the water without hesitation. Did he really look like the legendary Big Bad Wolf?

Originally, Gu Feifei was genuinely a little unhappy; after all, anyone would feel uncomfortable being scared into jumping into the water. However, when she met Yang Fan's eyes, she found them to be completely sincere, without any pretense, and his tone was equally earnest.

She was a kind-hearted girl who never held grudges, and Yang Fan's attitude made it impossible for her to feel any displeasure, not even to feign anger.

"It's okay, I was just careless. I didn't expect anyone to be behind me!"

As she spoke, Gu Feifei's face flushed red.

Seeing her shy demeanor, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel curious. Such shy girls were rare these days, and the ethereal quality she possessed gave him an inexplicable fondness.

In fact, she wasn't exceptionally beautiful. While she would be considered a school beauty anywhere, strictly speaking, she wasn't a true beauty. However, she had a delicate charm, a charm that couldn't be created through clothing alone.

Yang Fan felt she was like a pure and pretty girl next door, but the subtle melancholy in her eyes had a classical, poetic quality that prevented anyone from having any other thoughts when facing her.

"Are you... alright? Should I take you to the infirmary? It wouldn't be good if you caught a cold!"

Seeing her slightly hunched over, Yang Fan asked softly.

"No, I'm fine. If you need to go, you can go now!"

Gu Feifei, who had been keeping her head down, involuntarily took a step back when she heard Yang Fan say he would take her to the infirmary. She seemed quite nervous.

Slightly taken aback, Yang Fan immediately understood why she was afraid. It seemed this little girl was terrified of injections and overly sensitive to the infirmary.

Originally, Yang Fan wanted to leave, having made such a big misunderstanding, but seeing her current state, he felt a pang of reluctance.

He took off his coat and handed it to her, whispering, "How about I take you back to your dorm? You'll easily get sick in wet clothes."

"Thank you!"

In fact, this was exactly what Gu Feifei was worried about. Her skirt was already very thin, and after falling into the water, it clung to her body, making her look like she wasn't wearing any clothes. If others saw her like this, she would be mortified.

Although she had already been seen, the difference between being seen by one person and being seen by a group of people was huge. Undoubtedly, everyone would choose the former...

Chapter 27

[Girls' Dormitory] This was Yang Fan's first time entering a girls' dormitory, and also the first time he had faced such an embarrassing situation. He could face hundreds of desert wolves with composure and without the slightest fear, but when he was stared at by hundreds of women, who looked at him like he was a monster, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Following his principle of doing a good deed to the end, Yang Fan felt compelled to escort Gu Feifei to her dormitory. Along the way, he learned her name, and to his surprise, she was also a freshman this year, albeit in the art department, and had registered much earlier than him.

Actually, he wanted to find a chance to leave as soon as he dropped her off at the dormitory, but when he met her timid gaze, he couldn't bring himself to say anything. So, he reluctantly followed her into the dormitory…

However, the moment Yang Fan stepped inside, he regretted it!

He could clearly feel countless surprised gazes fixed on him, and people would point and whisper about him from time to time. What he found even more unacceptable was that when he accidentally passed through the corridors, he would always see things he shouldn't have seen outside some dormitory doors that were not closed properly or not closed at all...

After all, it was a girls' dormitory, his sleeping place, so the girls didn't have so many scruples. Yang Fan not only saw some pretty girls wearing only bathrobes walking around, but he could also often see some girls wearing only three pieces of clothing through the crack in the door!

Fortunately, these girls were quite brave, or perhaps they had never encountered anything like this before. Upon seeing Yang Fan, they didn't scream; instead, some even gave him alluring glances or made seductive gestures.

Yang Fan found his legs trembling slightly. Girls passing by, returning to their dorms, or coming out of their dorms constantly brushed past him, their distinctive, non-cosmetic scent wafting into his nostrils—a scent more unbearable than torture.

If the girls were less attractive, perhaps Yang Fan could have maintained his composure using the principle of "don't look at what you shouldn't." But what was infuriating was that each girl was more beautiful than the last; even the less attractive ones possessed figures so alluring they were almost criminal.

Under these circumstances, Yang Fan remained calm and continued his mechanical advance—it was all thanks to his fearless spirit!

Finally, just as Yang Fan was on the verge of collapse, Gu Feifei stopped.

"Brother Yang Fan, we're here!"

As she spoke, Gu Feifei knocked on the door.

In fact, she regretted bringing Yang Fan up with her. At first, she hadn't considered this issue at all, but when she saw people pointing and whispering about her, she realized the seriousness of the problem.

A girl bringing a boy to her dorm, and being seen by so many people—even a woman with a wild nature wouldn't be able to completely ignore it, let alone a girl like Gu Feifei.

However, she wasn't at all bothered by it. In her view, people can say whatever they want, and she couldn't stop them, as long as she was upright. She was just worried about the impact on Yang Fan. Although they hadn't known each other for long, she felt he was a kind older brother she could befriend, and she wouldn't forgive herself if this caused him any harm. But now it seemed her worries were unnecessary!

"Who is it?"

Just as Gu Feifei and Yang Fan were lost in their own thoughts, a voice came from inside the room, and then a disheveled girl with a bare face, messy hair, and wearing a nightgown walked out.

Even more outrageous, her nightgown was a halter-neck style, and the straps were so loose that when she opened the door, it slipped down to her shoulders, revealing most of her shoulders and her snow-white, full breasts, which were also blatantly exposed to Yang Fan.

"Wow, they're huge!"

To be polite, Yang Fan adjusted his smile and looked at the person who opened the door, but his smile immediately froze on his face, and all he could see in his eyes were those two dreamlike, crimson points...

However, the girl seemed to be still half asleep. She glanced at Gu Feifei in a daze, and half-asleep and oblivious, let Gu Feifei and Yang Fan into the room, saying, "Feifei, don't disturb me, I'm going to sleep a little longer!"

After saying that, she burrowed into the covers, letting Yang Fan feast his eyes on her boudoir.

Gu Feifei naturally noticed her roommate's exposed glimpse of her underwear. Feeling embarrassed to have such a roommate, she instinctively tried to shield Yang Fan's view. However, her roommate was incredibly oblivious, not only letting them both into the room but also crawling back into bed for a nap.

Gu Feifei was both annoyed and amused, forgetting to block Yang Fan's view, letting him feast his eyes and take full advantage of her roommate's presence.

By the time Gu Feifei came to her senses, Yang Fan had already thoroughly examined the room's furnishings. Gu Feifei's attempts to cover for her roommate were futile.

"Xiao Qing, I forgot to tell you, I didn't come alone. I came with...with a friend!"

Gu Feifei sensed something was wrong, but ultimately had to tell her roommate the truth.

"Ugh...um..."

The girl, completely covered up, paid no attention to Gu Feifei's words.

"I... my friend is a guy!"

As if knowing exactly what would provoke the other person, Gu Feifei couldn't help but add at the end.

No matter how slow-witted someone is, once they hear the word that most stimulates their nerves, even the strongest sleep demons would be instantly banished from their bodies.

At that moment, the girl seemed to have been electrocuted, sitting bolt upright in bed, more terrifying than a zombie, with disheveled hair and a pale face. If it were nighttime, she could probably scare several timid passersby to death. Even in broad daylight, Gu Feifei was still startled and stumbled. If Yang Fan hadn't reacted quickly, she would have almost fallen.

"A guy? Who are you? What are you doing in my room? What are you doing here? Who brought you here?"

When the girl saw Yang Fan, her pupils dilated rapidly, almost filling their entire sockets.

Her barrage of questions came quickly and urgently. Fortunately, she remembered this was a dormitory, full of classmates, not a place to shout, and managed to restrain herself from yelling.

"It's over! It's over! Everything's ruined! My image is completely destroyed!"

The girl was now filled with shame, anger, anxiety, and resentment.

Yang Fan suppressed a smile and carefully examined the woman before him. Although she looked disheveled, her face, free of adornment, revealed a pure and natural beauty that was particularly captivating.

Her skin was fair and clean, as pure as crystal. Her hair, though messy, gave her the air of a domestic woman, without a trace of affectation. She seemed like an ordinary, homely, slightly lazy, and somewhat endearing young woman. That alluring, languid charm deeply stirred Yang Fan's heartstrings.

"You opened the door for me? I thought you were really welcoming me! What am I doing here? Well... Feifei brought me here," Yang Fan teased, turning the tables on her.

"Who told you to be so alluring? I'd be doing myself

a disservice if I didn't give you a good flirting!" Yang Fan thought to himself.

Before Yang Fan could finish speaking, the woman seemed to remember something. She leaned closer to Yang Fan, forcing a smile, "Oh, oh, I think I vaguely remember, haha..."

Leaning too close, their bodies inevitably touched unintentionally. In her haste, the girl hadn't considered that she was wearing pajamas, making it unsuitable for her to be so close to Yang Fan.

She also failed to remember that under her fairly light-blocking pajamas, there was no bra. With her approaching Yang Fan and questioning him, her full, rounded breasts were practically offered to him.

As Yang Fan looked around the cramped dormitory, his hands were folded in front of his chest. The other woman's close movement delivered her firm breasts right to his doorstep.

Yang Fan never expected that coming to the girls' dormitory with Gu Feifei would lead to such an unexpected surprise. He couldn't help but be curious about those breasts. He had noticed something unusual about the two nipples earlier, but hadn't had a chance to touch them. Now, he finally had a golden opportunity! Yang Fan flipped

his hand and unceremoniously pressed it against her nipple, touching the long-desired red spot.

At first, it was a small, semi-soft mound, about the size of a date. Yang Fan's fingers lingered there for a moment, and he felt that the already unusually large size had expanded further, the touch pleasant, making it hard to let go.

How could the girl have imagined that in her own dormitory, in front of Gu Feifei, this strange man would be so bold! Startled, before she could even react, she felt waves of unbearable pleasure coursing through her body.

"Damn it, how could he do something so shameful?"

Rationally, she knew she should quickly release Yang Fan, break free from his clutches, and regain her composure. But her body wouldn't obey; her sensitive parts faithfully reflected her inner desires.

Yang Fan only glanced at her and saw her flushed face, slightly closed eyes, and soft panting. She looked utterly vulnerable, ready to be taken. The flames in his heart ignited instantly…

Chapter 28

[Cafeteria Turmoil] If it were just Yang Fan and the girl, in this atmosphere, taking things further would be no problem. But the problem was, Gu Feifei was standing nearby…

He sighed inwardly, "A romantic encounter is nice, but the timing is terrible!"

After briefly playing with the red cherry in his hand, Yang Fan had to spit out the delicious treat he had in his mouth!

"Hello, I'm Feifei's friend, my name is Yang Fan!"

Suppressing his inner turmoil, Yang Fan tried to appear normal and politely extended his right hand to her.

"Hello, my name is Qin Qing!"

The girl smiled, acting as if nothing had happened. But when she grasped Yang Fan's right hand, he clearly felt her pinch his palm hard.

It wasn't his fault, though; as she reached out, the strap of her nightgown had conveniently slipped off again. And because she was so focused on her ambush, she hadn't noticed the strap sliding down, almost revealing her breasts.

Yang Fan coughed and muttered, "It's not like I wanted to see; you showed them to me yourself. If I didn't look, wouldn't that be going against your good intentions…?"

"Ouch, this girl's ruthless!"

The words had barely left his lips when Yang Fan felt the pain in his hand intensify, but he had to pretend nothing was wrong. What could he do? He'd been taking advantage of her all along.

"Handsome, you must be pursuing Feifei and are here to invite her to dinner, right? As a gentleman, shouldn't you also invite me? Just between you and me, I'm Feifei's best friend. If you want to win her over, you'll have to get past me first!"

Qin Qing said smugly after letting go.

Yang Fan felt tricked by her sudden change of attitude, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong. Feeling guilty, he could only say, "Hehe, of course, if Senior Qin doesn't mind." Before Yang

Fan could finish speaking, Qin Qing excitedly exclaimed, "That's great! I haven't eaten yet. Wait for me, I'll change my clothes, and we'll go to the cafeteria right away!"

"Qing, what nonsense are you talking about?"

For some reason, when Qin Qing said Yang Fan was pursuing her, Gu Feifei's face inexplicably flushed, and her heart began to race.

Qin Qing said nonchalantly, "Who's talking nonsense? It's just a meal. Besides, we haven't even eaten yet, have we? What's the big deal? I'm only doing this because of you. If some other guy asked me to eat with him, I wouldn't bother!"

While saying this, Qin Qing was secretly gritting her teeth: "Hmph, kid, I'll show you how to mess with you this time, daring to take advantage of me!"

"But..."

Knowing Qin Qing well, Gu Feifei felt that Qin Qing must have some ulterior motive, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Seeing Gu Feifei's hesitation, Qin Qing directly started to undress her: "No buts, hurry up and change!"

"Ah! Xiao Qing, don't pull my clothes!"

Qin Qing's sudden attack pulled down Gu Feifei's skirt, revealing a large expanse of white skin...

"Hurry up and take it off! How can you change if you don't take your clothes off!"

"But Brother Yang Fan is still here!"

"Ah, I forgot about him! Pervert, don't look! Get out..."

Yang Fan was sweating profusely. Was he to blame? In his opinion, Qin Qing was a typical airhead, doing whatever came to mind without considering the consequences. Now, she was actually undressing Fei Fei right in front of him. Although he also wanted to see, he couldn't just do it like that!

Unfortunately, although Yang Fan tried his best to appear like a gentleman, his sly eyes betrayed him. Before he could even catch a glimpse of her, Qin Qing had already pushed him out of the room, and then the door slammed shut!

Touching his nose, Yang Fan couldn't help but rub his fingers together. He had to admit, the feel was exceptionally comfortable. Gu Fei Fei was the kind of pure and shy girl, but her roommate was a typical scatterbrain. This combination was truly a match made in heaven!

Yanda University's canteens include student canteens, faculty canteens, casual dining restaurants, buffet restaurants, etc. The student canteens are divided into more than ten sections, each capable of accommodating tens of thousands of people at the same time.

Yenching University, as the premier university in China, attracts students from all over the country and many from overseas. Therefore, its dining halls are quite sophisticated, offering a diverse range of cuisines from both domestic and international, from five-star hotel standards to street food.

Gu Feifei, after changing her clothes, was still dressed in white, exuding a pure and innocent charm. However

, Qin Qing gave Yang Fan a refreshing surprise! After changing out of her pajamas, she wore a black round-neck long-sleeved t-shirt. The tight-fitting garment perfectly accentuated her shapely figure. Her well-proportioned, perfectly rounded breasts stood proudly erect, and the black fabric against her snow-white skin added a touch of alluring, decadent charm!

Her once slender and delicate waist, like a newly sprouted willow branch, now appeared, though still retaining a touch of girlish fragility, under the black cloak, possessing an added sense of strength. One could imagine how powerful and sexy her waist would be if it swayed!

She wore navy blue jeans, her long, straight legs forming an impenetrable gap when pressed together, giving the impression that if she were to clamp her legs tightly, even the strongest man would be unable to move an inch.

The tight jeans perfectly outlined the rarely seen curves of her hips, adding a deadly attraction to her already curvaceous and graceful figure, like a black hole drawing in any male gaze!

Qin Qing, having shed her previous slovenly image, was no less attractive than Gu Feifei. One was the innocent charm of a girl next door, the other the allure of a sexy and fiery woman!

For a moment, Yang Fan actually regretted agreeing to have lunch with them in the cafeteria! The reason was simple: taking two such stunning beauties to lunch would inevitably attract envious glances from countless people, and Yang Fan certainly didn't want to do something that would incite public outrage.

Sure enough, Yang Fan's concerns were immediately confirmed. The moment they appeared in the school cafeteria, a variety of gazes fell upon Yang Fan almost simultaneously. Some were puzzled, some surprised, some astonished, but most of all, they were gazes that could almost kill!

"Oh my god, am I seeing things? Two of the most beautiful freshmen are having lunch with a strange man? This is huge news!"

"Who is that guy? I've never seen him before! Go find out for me, I'll make him pay! How dare he sit with my dream girl!"

"That kid's dead meat! Doesn't he know Gu Feifei is Huang Shao's chosen one? His father is the school's dean of academic affairs, does this kid have a death wish?"

"Quickly notify Huang Shao, tell him to come to the cafeteria immediately!"

"..."

Perhaps Yang Fan had no idea that a simple meal had unwittingly brought him many enemies. At this moment, he was completely unaware of this. Under Qin Qing's enthusiastic guidance, they arrived at a table with relatively few people.

"Handsome Yang, shall we order?"

Qin Qing asked Yang Fan with a smile after they sat down, but she had already picked up the menu.

This was the school's casual dining room, no different from a regular hotel except for the lack of private rooms, to the point that Yang Fan felt somewhat like he was in the wrong place.

"Hehe, order whatever you like. You're in charge today!"

Yang Fan vaguely guessed Qin Qing's intentions, but it was just a meal, not going to bankrupt him, so he didn't pay much attention.

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Qin Qing's smile deepened: "That's great! You two sit down for a while, I'll go order!"

"Qing, just order whatever you

like, don't order anything too expensive!" Gu Feifei knew exactly what Qin Qing was up to, but she couldn't say it outright in front of Yang Fan.

"Alright, alright, you little brat, we haven't even met yet, and you're already trying to save this guy money? Is it really necessary? You're such a heartless guy when it comes to the opposite sex!"

"Qing, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Gu Feifei was extremely embarrassed.

"Hehe, it's alright, we already agreed to treat you to dinner, how can we be casual? Qing, just order whatever you like!"

"That's right, looking at your clothes, Young Master Yang, they're not that shabby, are they? By the way, Young Master Yang, what does your family do?"

"Me? Hehe, if I said I was an orphan, would you believe me?"

As he spoke, Yang Fan's expression darkened. Although he wasn't really an orphan, what difference was there between him and one?

Qin Qing and the other woman initially thought Yang Fan was joking, but seeing the worry in his eyes, it seemed he wasn't lying. For some reason, seeing Yang Fan's expression at that moment, they felt a pang of sadness.

Women are often sentimental, and Qin Qing's mind wasn't usually that complicated. Her initial intention to tease Yang Fan was merely a small act of revenge, but at this moment, that thought of revenge had vanished without a trace.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"

"Hehe, it's okay, I'm used to it. Okay, let's order, I'm hungry too!"

The phrase "used to it" made the two women's hearts sink again. Forcing a smile, Qin Qing ordered a few inexpensive dishes.

Perhaps it was Yang Fan's "used to it" that touched the two women, or perhaps it touched Yang Fan himself. After the food was served, the three of them ate in silence.

However, at that moment, a noisy commotion suddenly erupted in the restaurant, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the three of them…

Chapter 29 [Sudden Rise of Killing Intent]

Although the restaurant's standards were high enough to reach five-star levels, it only had three floors, so there was no elevator. Everyone had to use the stairs.

Yang Fan and his companions were eating on the second floor, which was undoubtedly much quieter than the first floor. As for the third floor, it was rumored to be a place reserved for the wealthy. Although Qin Qing wanted to tease Yang Fan, she didn't want to embarrass him too much, so they were sitting on the second floor by the window.

The once quiet restaurant was suddenly filled with noise. Although the three of them were somewhat annoyed, they didn't say anything. Yang Fan, however, sensed someone approaching them and looked up.

He saw a fat young man, led by five or six companions, striding confidently towards them. The young man leading the group looked to be in his early twenties, but he was clearly severely overweight; the ground even trembled with his first step!

Just as Yang Fan looked at the group, they noticed him too. Yang Fan saw that although the man had a smile on his face, his smiling eyes were filled with venom, like those of a poisonous snake, staring intently at him.

"Could it be that I offended him sometime?"

Yang Fan clearly sensed intense hatred in the man's eyes, but he couldn't remember where he had offended such a person.

"Feifei, you're eating here!"

Just then, the fat man spoke up. He changed his previous cold expression and ran enthusiastically to Gu Feifei. With his smile, the fat on his face jiggled, making him look disgusting.

"Huang Jie, what are you doing here?"

At this moment, Qin Qing and the other woman also noticed the newcomer, but they acted as if they hadn't seen him at all, continuing to eat their food.

"Hehe, of course we're here to eat. Feifei, we just ordered some food on the third floor, why don't we come up and eat together?"

Despite being snubbed, the fat man didn't seem bothered, clearly used to this kind of situation.

"Sorry, I have friends here, please make yourselves at home!"

Even Gu Feifei, who had been shy before, now had a cold face, seemingly disgusted by the fat man.

"Oh? Friends? Feifei's friends are naturally my friends, Huang Jie's friends. What's your name, brother? Judging from your appearance, you're probably not from our school, are you?"

Approaching Yang Fan from behind, Huang Jie seemingly casually patted Yang Fan's shoulder, but each pat was delivered with almost full force, the threat unmistakable.

"Huang Jie, what do you want? Yang Fan just transferred to our school today. Let me tell you, I can't control who you mess with, but Yang Fan is my friend, you'd better watch yourself!"

Qin Qing suddenly stood up and said.

"No, not at all. Yang Fan, right? We hit it off immediately. I just wanted to say hello, nothing more. Right, Yang?"

As he spoke, Huang Jie's right hand, which had been on Yang Fan's shoulder, suddenly tightened its grip.

"Indeed, we hit it off immediately. But now that you've said hello, can you leave? We still need to eat. Please make yourself at home!" Despite

the sudden increase in pressure, Yang Fan's expression remained unchanged. He believed in the principle of "I won't offend others unless they offend me; if they offend me, I will retaliate." Although he appeared calm on the surface, a hint of murderous intent had risen within him.

At this point, anyone with half a brain knew what Huang Jie was up to. However, Yang Fan felt somewhat helpless. Even if there was something between him and Gu Feifei—just ordinary friends, nothing more—it was none of their business to interfere.

Huang Jie was clearly threatening him. If he had openly pursued Gu Feifei, Yang Fan probably wouldn't have interfered, since there was nothing between them. However, she had actually turned her attention to him, making blatant threats, which undoubtedly crossed Yang Fan's bottom line.

Although he had grown up in a temple, it didn't mean Yang Fan's temperament was like that of a true Buddhist disciple, never retaliating or retaliating. On the contrary, he was someone who sought revenge for every wrong done to him, and even held grudges.

It was precisely because of his excessive bloodlust that he diligently studied Buddhist scriptures daily, attempting to use Buddhist teachings to resolve his inner rage. However, this proved utterly ineffective in suppressing his murderous intent. Otherwise, his master wouldn't have arranged for him to undergo training every month. It was less about training and more about unleashing his inner bloodlust!

Now, he hadn't entertained any murderous thoughts for a long time, but now, the bloodlust within him, which had been suppressed, was beginning to wane again.

No one noticed the faint red light flickering in Yang Fan's eyes. Just as he was about to clench his fist, the string of prayer beads on his wrist suddenly emitted a faint Buddhist light. The light vanished in an instant, but it was precisely because of this that his murderous intent was completely suppressed.

Perhaps Huang Jie didn't know that if Yang Fan hadn't controlled his killing intent earlier, he would probably be a pile of minced meat by now…

“Kid, are you fucking looking for death? How dare you talk to Young Master Huang like that? Young Master Huang is giving you face by talking to you, don't be so ungrateful!”

Just then, a boy behind Huang Jie suddenly shouted.

“Where did this fly come from? It's disgusting!”

Although the killing intent in his heart was concealed, it didn't mean that Yang Fan had lost his temper.

“You…”

The boy wanted to curse again, but suddenly fell silent. Because he suddenly saw a very terrifying, yet very familiar scene!

Yang Fan's chopsticks had somehow caught a fly, and the fly was clearly still struggling. In other words, the fly was not completely dead, and this was the reason for his fear!

What kind of speed, what kind of technique, what kind of eyesight could be used to do this?

And it was familiar because he had seen this scene in more than one martial arts TV series. But this scene, which should only exist in a virtual world, in a fantasy, actually happened right in front of him…

He swallowed hard, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he saw that this was not an illusion, the boy wisely chose to shut up.

“I’ll count to three, and if you don’t get out, this is what will happen!”

His voice sounded calm, but to everyone else it was inexplicably cold. With a slight flick of his chopsticks, the fly, though tracing a perfect trajectory in mid-air, accurately shot into the mouth of the wide-open boy…

“My God… my God, he actually caught a fly with chopsticks! Is this a movie?”

At this moment, no one laughed at the classmate who ate the fly; instead, everyone stared blankly at Yang Fan.

Unbeknownst to them, Huang Jie had quietly withdrawn his hand from Yang Fan's shoulder. He gave an awkward laugh and said to Yang Fan and his group, "Hehe, you guys enjoy your meal. Our food is probably already ordered. Let's talk again next time!"

Without waiting for Yang Fan's response, Huang Jie and his henchmen slunk away, a stark contrast to their arrogant arrival.

"Young Master Huang, are we just going to let this go like this?"

Reaching the third floor, the young man who had accidentally swallowed the fly asked with a venomous look. It seemed he had completely forgotten the terrifying scene from before.

"Forget it? How could that be? But I think this kid's got some skills. If we'd really started fighting, we might not have come out on top. Besides, this is a school, and if things get out of hand, it'll be bad for my dad's job!"

With that, Huang Jie pulled out his phone and dialed a number: "Hey, Brother Sun? Yes, yes, this is Huang. I've run into a little trouble. Some clueless guy wants to invite the brothers to stretch their muscles. Okay, okay, tonight at Zuifeng Tower, my treat. Seven o'clock, Brother Sun, make sure you're there on time! Okay, okay, that's settled then, see you tonight!"

After hanging up, a few cold smiles flashed across Huang Jie's fat face.

"Young Master Huang, you're having the Three Wolves Gang handle this? Young Master Huang is truly brilliant. This way, we can teach that kid a lesson, leaving him clueless about who did it. With the Three Wolves Gang's strength, even if that kid is a trained fighter, they'll definitely kill him!"

Seeing Huang Jie hang up the phone, the young man beside him immediately became obsequious.

"Of course! You know, the Three Wolves Gang is a well-known gang in the South Ring Street area. Dealing with a kid won't take much effort at all. Let's just wait and see the show! Hmph, dare to steal my woman, I'll make you pay! Let's go eat first, then tonight at Zuifeng Tower, my treat, let's party all night!"...

"Wow, Yang Fan, how did you do that? You can actually catch a fly with chopsticks! Do you know kung fu? Teach me!"

On the other side, Qin Qing seemed to have taken an ecstasy pill, practically clinging to Yang Fan.

"There's no such thing as kung fu. To achieve this, just remember three things: fast, steady, and accurate! As long as you practice diligently, you'll be able to do it sooner or later!"

Feeling the softness behind him, Yang Fan smiled wryly. This girl, how could she not know any restraint!

"Xiao Qing, let's eat first. We can talk about learning later!"

Gu Feifei couldn't stand it anymore and pulled Qin Qing off Yang Fan. However, whether she really couldn't stand it or had other motives, perhaps even she herself didn't know...

Chapter 30 [Thugs Attack]

After leaving the cafeteria, Yang Fan and the other two had to separate. They weren't in the same department, so their classes naturally weren't together. They had their own things to do in the afternoon, so they naturally had to do their own things.

Walking alone in this unfamiliar school, Yang Fan suddenly realized that although he had become a part of this campus, he was still so out of place. No matter how much he wanted to integrate into this school, he still couldn't do it.

He knew this was due to his temperament over the past eighteen years. Because of his own nature, he couldn't live a normal life like a normal person. Now, although he could barely control himself, just now, he almost lost control of his emotions.

Yang Fan knew that the reason for this was that last night he had inadvertently used a power that wasn't his own. Based on years of experience, every time he used that power, he would inevitably experience bloodshed. But until now, he hadn't been able to vent it, which was why he was so unable to control his emotions today.

"It seems I still need to try to relax. This isn't a desert, and these people aren't wild beasts. I can't just kill them indiscriminately!"

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Yang Fan slowly walked towards the classroom…

Ding-a-ling!

When the bell rang again, Yang Fan's first day of school life finally came to an end. Although he hadn't learned anything useful that day, he had gained many insights. At the very least, he had experienced the unique atmosphere of the school.

Perhaps because of the full-blown fight he had with Lin Wan'er that morning, the entire class treated him with great respect, and no one dared to cause him trouble. In short, Yang Fan's first day on campus was quite relaxed.

Originally, Yang Fan had considered living on campus, but then thought better of it. He didn't like that overly restrictive lifestyle. Although university was very free, this freedom wasn't true freedom for Yang Fan.

With that in mind, he decided to temporarily return to Shen Ruoxi's place and stay for another night. Although some awkward things had happened that morning, she had at least agreed to let him stay for three days.

However, Yang Fan knew that this only applied to sleeping; as for his meals, he would have to figure that out himself. Helpless, he could only find a restaurant to fill his stomach.

"Hey? Isn't that Teacher Lin?"

Just outside the school, Yang Fan saw Lin Wan'er coming out. Because of what happened that morning, he had resolutely chosen to avoid her, but he hadn't expected her to not notice him at all, instead heading towards a martial arts gym not far from the school.

"Tianwei Martial Arts Gym? What's she doing at the gym? Right, Teacher Lin is quite skilled; she must be going to learn martial arts. I never imagined such a delicate beauty like her would also love martial arts!"

If anyone heard Yang Fan's words at this moment, they would be speechless with astonishment. Was this guy an alien from another planet? It was true that Teacher Lin liked martial arts, but to describe her as a delicate beauty was definitely unprecedented!

Lin Wan'er's appearance was just a minor incident, and Yang Fan didn't gossip about following her. Instead, he chose to walk down a relatively secluded street. He remembered seeing a small restaurant there that morning, which would solve his lunch problem. However

, shortly after Yang Fan entered the alley, five or six young men with brightly colored hair jumped out of a van parked not far from the school. Judging from their appearance, they were clearly a group of idle thugs.

Among them, a young man with chewing gum pointed in the direction Yang Fan had left and asked, "Xiao Hai, you didn't mistake him for someone else, did you?"

"Brother Dao, no mistake, it's that kid. I'd recognize him even if he were ashes!"

The young man called Xiao Hai was actually the boy who had been with Huang Jie at noon, the one Yang Fan had fed flies to.

"That's good. You can stay here. He's seen you before. If you show up suddenly, he'll recognize you. Leave this to us brothers. Hurry up, brothers, after we've dealt with this guy, let's go to Zuifeng Tower for drinks. Someone's treating tonight!"

With that, the young man casually spat his chewing gum on the ground, stomped on it, and then led his gang towards the alley Yang Fan had left in. Each of them held a long strip wrapped in newspaper, the contents of which were unknown…

In the dark alley, Yang Fan was searching for the small restaurant he'd seen that morning. He clearly remembered it being nearby, but he couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

Suddenly, three young men appeared in front of him, each wielding an iron bar or a wooden stick, blocking his path. At the same time, three or four more young men appeared behind him like ghosts.

"Hmm?"

The sudden turn of events startled Yang Fan. The situation clearly told him that these people intended to attack him.

What Yang Fan couldn't understand was, who had he offended? How come on his very first day at Peking University, some thugs had already approached him? After thinking it over, it seemed that only one person was the most suspicious: Huang Jie!

"Gentlemen, you must have been sent by Huang Jie, right? Since you're all here, why not ask him to show himself?"

With this thought, the last trace of doubt in Yang Fan's heart disappeared.

The leader pointed an iron rod at Yang Fan and said, "Kid, looks like you're not stupid after all. It's just a pity, we brothers are only doing this for money, there's nothing we can do. If you know what's good for you, then cut off your own leg. That way we won't have to make things so difficult for you, and we can go back and explain ourselves. What do you say? Who told you to offend someone you shouldn't have?"

Yang Fan shook his head, not wanting to say anything more to these people: "Heh, in that case, I should thank you? Let's call Huang Jie over. I don't want to fight you, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid to. It's just that this is between him and me, there's no need to drag you into it!"

"Haha, kid, what era are we living in? You think you can fight one-on-one? We know you're a fighter, but we're not just sitting around doing nothing. Since you don't agree, then we'll just have to take your leg ourselves!"

"Brothers, get to work quickly, then call it a day! Otherwise, it'll be too late and all the good stuff will be gone!"

With that, the leader, a young man, charged at Yang Fan, iron rod in hand.

The leader was clearly a seasoned fighter; his swing, seemingly without technique, was skillfully executed, bypassing Yang Fan's arm and aiming for his head. A direct hit would be fatal, or at least severely injured.

Moreover, the speed and power of his strike were precise; even a seasoned martial artist would struggle to achieve this, let alone a thug.

This strike, however, surprised Yang Fan. He could tell the man knew nothing of martial arts, yet he managed this. With a little guidance, his skills would improve dramatically! While he admired the young man's talent

, Yang Fan wasn't foolish enough to stand still and let him hit him. Even if it didn't injure him, being hit for no reason was hardly a good thing.

Just as the iron rod was only half a meter away from his head, the young man suddenly realized that his target had vanished!

Yes, vanished. His seemingly certain strike had landed on thin air. Before he could react, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He tried to turn around, but his neck went numb, and then he lost all feeling in his body.

"Still want to fight?"

Yang Fan clapped his hands and turned his gaze to the remaining seven thugs, who were still stunned.

"Brothers, let's attack together! Brother Dao is still in his hands. We have to get him back! There are so many of us, are we afraid of just one?"

Yang Fan had intended to stop them, but it had the opposite effect. They thought he was using their leader to threaten them, which fueled their fighting spirit, and they charged at Yang Fan with shouts.

Yang Fan felt a little helpless, but at this point, he knew that further explanation was useless. Since that was the case, he might as well teach them a lesson!

Thinking this through, Yang Fan no longer held back. His gaze turned cold, and he vanished from his spot once more. Then, screams of agony erupted from the group of thugs, accompanied by a series of cracking sounds as their iron bars and wooden clubs fell to the ground, leaving them groaning in pain.

The thugs didn't even know how Yang Fan had acted; they only saw a blur before their "weapons" disappeared, and the next moment, either their wrists were dislocated or their knees were struck hard. Aside from groaning in pain on the ground, they were utterly powerless to resist.

"I told you all not to fight me, but you wouldn't listen. Alright, now tell me, where is Huang Jie?"

Walking up to the leader of the thugs, Yang Fan casually kicked him, causing the thug to slowly regain consciousness.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his underlings all lying on the ground groaning. He knew he had met his match, that he had kicked a hornet's nest. But he was stubborn and refused to answer Yang Fan's question.

"It's fine if you don't tell me, I'll always find a way to make you tell me!"

With a sneer, Yang Fan was about to make a move when suddenly, sirens blared, and a large group of police officers appeared at both ends of the alley.

"Don't move, hands up!"

Hearing this, Yang Fan knew he had underestimated them after all…

Chapter 31

[Police Chief] As expected, Yang Fan was unexpectedly taken to the police station by the police. Throughout the process, Yang Fan did not resist, and the officers did not speak to him at all. After entering the police station, he was taken directly to a somewhat dark interrogation room.

Curiously looking around the square interrogation room, Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh at the unpredictability of life. He never expected that he would be in this place where criminals should be interrogated, as a criminal, so soon after arriving in Yanjing.

After looking around, Yang Fan turned his gaze to the opposite side. In front of him sat three police officers, the one in the middle being slightly older, and the two on the other side being relatively younger.

As Yang Fan sized up the three men, they were also sizing him up. Seeing that he wasn't as nervous as the other inmates, the older officer spoke up: "You don't seem worried at all. Looks like a repeat offender, always in and out of the station?"

"First time!"

"Oh? Do you know what you've done?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't have come here with you!" "How so?"

"I mean, I came here to see how you police work—are you arresting criminals or helping bad guys?"

"You mean you're being framed?"

"The facts are obvious. Five or six of them attacked me alone. I was at most acting in self-defense, but they don't seem to be seriously injured!"

"Not injured? Of those six, five have dislocated joints, and one is unconscious. Isn't that considered injury?"

"If it were real injury, you might be seeing six corpses!"

"Oh? Looks like we've run into a tough one today. But no problem, kid, let's get straight to the point!"

"I've been waiting!"

"Name?"

"Yang Fan."

"Gender?"

"Am I a woman?" "

Stop talking nonsense, age?"

"Eighteen!"

"Place of origin?"

"Am I a foreigner?"

"..."

A series of procedural questions followed. Although Yang Fan sometimes asked a question back, he answered very politely overall, which made it impossible for the other party to find a reason to punish him.

Finally, the older policeman said, "Tonight we received a tip that someone at Peking University was involved in drug trafficking. When we arrived, we happened to see you, and we even found drugs on you. How do you plan to explain this?"

Slightly taken aback, Yang Fan looked up and said, "Drug trafficking? Sir, even if you want to frame me, you don't need to come up with such a low-level and flimsy excuse, do you? Don't you think your excuse is terrible?"

"What do you mean?" "

What do you mean? Have you ever seen drug trafficking taking place in such a place? And if it were true, would I go there alone?"

Originally, Yang Fan didn't want to argue, and he knew that no matter what he said, the outcome was already predetermined, because he knew that this was all pre-arranged by the other party. He just didn't expect that the other party would actually frame him for drug-related crimes!

Long before he came out of retirement, Yang Fan had learned about many cases of police and criminals working together online, but he never thought that one day he would encounter such a thing.

The older policeman, looking impatient, tossed a document to Yang Fan, saying, "Enough talk. I'm the one questioning you now. You just need to answer yes or no. But now, I don't think it's necessary anymore. Just sign this!"

Yang Fan picked up the document and glanced at it, discovering that it listed more than ten charges, many of which he had never even heard of. He tossed the document aside and sneered, "Oh? What's this? A confession? Drug trafficking? Assaulting a police officer? Fighting? Resisting arrest? Illegal possession of a firearm? Hmph, although I don't understand the law, I think these charges combined would probably be enough to put me in jail for life." "

Bang!"

The older policeman slammed his hand on the table. "We're interrogating you now, not you interrogating us. You just need to answer yes or no. You can remain silent, but every word you say will be used against you in court!"

"Oh? Can I still hire a lawyer?"

Yang Fan asked with a playful smile.

"Hmph, kid, you're the one who deliberately refused to cooperate with our investigation. You know what the consequences will be, right?"

As he spoke, the older policeman stood up, casually pulled a baton from the table, and began tapping it repeatedly on his hand as he slowly approached Yang Fan.

"Are you trying to force a confession out of me?"

Yang Fan's eyes narrowed, his gaze lingering on the baton for a few seconds before he smiled playfully.

"Let's hope you can still smile now!"

He raised an eyebrow at the other two policemen, who immediately put down their pens, picked up a thick book, and walked towards Yang Fan.

"What, you want to confess but are afraid of being caught? You want to hit me with a book in between?"

"Looks like you're a repeat offender. Kid, blame yourself for offending the wrong person, don't blame us!"

"Don't worry, I won't blame you, because I'll only hit you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fan's body suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the handcuffs that were originally on his hands also mysteriously fell off. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the older policeman, his five fingers slightly bent, and he punched the man in the stomach.

"Ah!"

The policeman's whole body curled up like a shrimp. Before he fell to the ground, Yang Fan disappeared from the spot again, and two muffled groans were heard. The other two policemen also fell to the ground.

The sudden change took less than three seconds. From the time Yang Fan spoke to the time he knocked the three men to the ground, the whole time was less than three seconds. When the room became quiet again, the three policemen were lying on the ground, only able to let out faint groans of pain.

This time, Yang Fan showed no mercy. If they hadn't successfully provoked his anger, he wouldn't have done this. But now, he felt no remorse for his actions against the three men.

Picking up the baton and the thick book from the ground, Yang Fan approached the older policeman, patted his cheek with the book, and said, "How was it? Tasty, right? I suspect you guys do this kind of thing quite often, but you've probably never experienced this kind of treatment, have you?"

"You... what do you want?"

The policeman was in pain, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. Even now, he didn't know how things had turned out this way, but one thing he had to admit was that the mouse he had just manipulated had now become a tiger...

"What do I want? Don't you know?"

As he spoke, Yang Fan placed the thick book on the man's chest.

"I'm warning you, what you're doing is illegal. Assaulting a police officer is a serious crime, so you'd better think it over!"

"Is that so? Anyway, you've already decided on charges of assaulting a police officer and making an arrest. If I don't show some appreciation, wouldn't I be wasting your good intentions?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fan swung his baton down with a vengeance…

"Bang!"

However, at this critical moment, the interrogation room door was suddenly kicked open from the outside with brute force.

"Stop!"

A clear and stern voice rang in Yang Fan's ears, yet the voice felt strangely familiar.

Turning around, the first thing Yang Fan saw was an elegant figure, a tall woman nearly 1.75 meters, neatly dressed in a police uniform. The emerald green top paired with the knee-length skirt made her look incredibly dashing, like an unapproachable goddess.

But what attracted Yang Fan's attention most were her exceptionally high and full breasts. Her full, rounded bosom stretched her uniform to its limit, yet showed no signs of sagging, creating a breathtaking visual impact.

A beauty, an absolute beauty, but to Yang Fan's surprise, he actually knew this beauty!

"It's you!"

"It's you!"

Two voices rang out from Yang Fan and Shen Ruoxi respectively. Neither of them had expected to meet in such a setting!

Upon seeing Shen Ruoxi, Yang Fan naturally couldn't bring his baton down, not for any other reason than that seeing her in a police uniform gave him a rough idea of her identity.

Shen Ruoxi's face was incredibly grim. She had just returned from a meeting and had run into the renowned lawyer Zhang from Yanjing. They were friends, and she had casually inquired before learning that Zhang was there to bail out a criminal.

This lawyer Zhang was a highly respected figure in Yanjing; generally, only those of high status could afford to hire her. Given their personal relationship, she had brought Zhang directly to the interrogation room so she

could meet the person she was bailing out. However, she hadn't expected this scene, much less that the person she was bailing out would be Yang Fan!

"Chief, this kid resisted arrest and even assaulted someone!"

Seeing Shen Ruoxi, one of the policemen, having finally gotten to his feet, pointed at Yang Fan and shouted.

"Chief? Goodness, I didn't expect this little girl to be a chief!"

Completely unconcerned by the other party's distorted facts, Yang Fan instead began to scrutinize Shen Ruoxi from head to toe, secretly marveling at how wonderful police uniforms were—no wonder so many people were attracted to uniform fetishes…

Shen Ruoxi tried hard to maintain a composed expression, but Yang Fan's gaze made her immediately uncomfortable. The scene from that morning involuntarily flashed through her mind, and two adorable blushes rose on her once pretty face.

"Ahem, tell me, what exactly happened?"

She coughed, trying to cover her embarrassment, and glared fiercely at Yang Fan.

Shrugging, Yang Fan pointed to the document on the table and said, "Beautiful Director, why don't you take a look at this document first?"

Chapter 32 [Intimate Contact]

"Two chapters today, please add to your collection!"

Shen Ruoxi was not a reckless person; otherwise, she wouldn't have become the director of a bureau at such a young age. Even with her powerful background, she wouldn't have held this position for long without exceptional abilities.

Furthermore, she knew Yang Fan, and while she wouldn't commit favoritism, she wouldn't believe only one side of the story. Picking up the document Yang Fan pointed to, she initially wore a hint of doubt, but after reading it, her face turned icy.

Having held this position for a long time, she had a certain understanding of the darkness within officialdom. Although she had heard of such things before, she hadn't expected it to be this egregious!

Although she wasn't very familiar with Yang Fan, the evidence on this document had absolutely no connection to him. Being a police officer herself, she naturally saw many suspicious points in the document.

"Hmph, you'd better write down what happened today and give it to me. If you dare to hide anything, you can expect to be guarding the streets!"

Shen Ruoxi said fiercely to the three policemen before turning to Yang Fan and saying, "Alright, you're fine now. A lawyer has come to bail you out!"

"Lawyer? What lawyer? I didn't hire a lawyer!"

Following the direction Shen Ruoxi pointed, they saw a woman in her early thirties standing behind her. She was wearing a suit trousers, a business suit jacket, and a pale white silk t-shirt, revealing her fair neck. This outfit, combined with her short, ear-length hair and her elegant and efficient movements, immediately exuded a unique and beautiful aura, a blend of softness and strength.

As Yang Fan looked at her, she politely nodded to him and said, "Mr. Yang, right? My surname is Zhang, and I'm your lawyer here to bail you out. I've taken care of all the formalities, and you can leave at any time. As for appealing, I'm ready to help you at any time!"

"Oh, no need for that, thank you. But I'd like to ask, who commissioned you to bail me out? If I'm not mistaken, I don't seem to know you?"

After his initial surprise, Yang Fan couldn't help but wonder who was helping him.

Lawyer Zhang looked embarrassed and said, "This... I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, my client asked me to keep it a secret, so..."

"Oh, I see! That's alright then. In any case, I still want to thank you!"

From her expression, Yang Fan knew she wouldn't tell him, so he had to think of another way.

"You're welcome. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now!"

"Yes, Lawyer Zhang, please!"

Even after Lawyer Zhang left, Shen Ruoxi still looked at Yang Fan with curiosity. According to the information she had gathered, Yang Fan was just an ordinary farm boy who had been admitted to Peking University this year.

But now, what puzzled her was how this seemingly ordinary farm girl could possibly know someone like Lawyer Zhang? And judging from Lawyer Zhang's tone just now, there was another person behind her—who was that?

"By the way, weren't you supposed to be at school? What are you doing here?"

Suppressing these questions in her mind, Shen Ruoxi asked Yang Fan.

"Don't mention it, I guess I'm just unlucky!"

Yang Fan didn't hide anything about the matter, but roughly recounted the whole story.

Nodding, Shen Ruoxi didn't comment on what Yang Fan said until he finished, then she said, "Okay, I'm off work too, let's go home together!"

"Go home together?"

Slightly taken aback, before Yang Fan could react, Shen Ruoxi had already left the interrogation room.

“Going home? I like it!”

A faint smile played on Yang Fan’s lips as he hurriedly caught up with Shen Ruoxi…

Outside the police station, a super-luxury Maserati was parked in a slightly dark corner. Lawyer Zhang left the police station and walked directly towards the luxury car, a name highly regarded in European countries. He opened the door and got in.

The moment the door opened, a delicate face was revealed. Smooth, black hair partially obscured a beautifully oval face. Long, arched eyebrows framed eyes that seemed to hold the misty autumn waters of a southern land. Beneath her pert, upturned nose, her red lips, gradually drawing closer, resembled a ripe cherry, making one eager to take a bite!

“Is everything taken care of?”

the urban beauty asked as soon as Lawyer Zhang got into the car.

“Yes, Miss, everything has been taken care of. But Miss, is it really worth it for a man like that? I just took a look at him too. Although he's good-looking, he's not good enough for you at all. Besides, he even took the initiative to break off the engagement.”

Nodding, Attorney Zhang glanced at the beautiful woman beside her before asking softly.

“Alright, just do what you're supposed to do. As for the rest, don't ask questions you shouldn't!”

After saying this, the woman closed her eyes.

“Understood, Miss!”

Attorney Zhang wisely shut her mouth. Her mistress never did things according to common sense, and it was beyond her control. Since that was the case, she might as well just do her job as her mistress suggested.

"Let's go!"

With that command from the sophisticated urban woman, the driver, who had been waiting at all times, stepped on the gas. The silver luxury car, trailing plumes of smoke, disappeared outside the police station...

"Haha, I never expected to be in a police car twice today. The first time, I was arrested as a criminal, and the second time, I'm leaving under the personal escort of the beautiful police chief. Life's twists and turns are truly amazing!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh as he followed Shen Ruoxi into a police car.

However, just then, before Yang Fan could speak, Shen Ruolan, who had just gotten into the car, suddenly leaned towards him, her head coincidentally wedged between Yang Fan's legs...

"This... does she want to have sex in the car with me?"

The thought had barely crossed Yang Fan's mind when Shen Ruoxi's voice reached his ears.

"Get down, head down as low as you can, don't speak! Don't look up! Don't put your hands down! Don't touch me! Don't look around!"

"What's going on?"

The moment he lay down, Yang Fan spotted a man carrying a large bouquet of roses walking towards him from outside the police station. Seeing the man, he vaguely guessed why Shen Ruoxi was doing this!

But even if he didn't understand, he didn't resist much. His attention was entirely focused on his lower body... Shen Ruoxi's breath sprayed onto his buttocks, causing his blood to involuntarily rush to that area.

Lying on top of her, Yang Fan smelled a faint fragrance, like orchids and musk, not the scent of any perfume he had ever smelled before, yet more alluring than any perfume he had ever smelled! His chin pressed against the thin layer of her police uniform, he could clearly feel the smoothness below, and a gentle rub felt incredibly comfortable.

Shen Ruoxi bit her lip, suppressing her shyness, maintaining a rather difficult position, her small face hovering precariously above Yang Fan's chest.

She could keep her face from falling, but she couldn't stop breathing. Each time she inhaled, she smelled a faint masculine scent, different from the sweat of her colleagues, and not the unpleasant smell of fox odor. It was a strange scent; smelling it felt awkward, yet not smelling it made her feel a little…desire…

The carriage was quiet. In this cramped space, a man and a woman, alone together, were pressed tightly together in an extremely ambiguous position. The woman was a policewoman; her summer short-sleeved police uniform was already somewhat wrinkled, her police cap tucked near the accelerator. Her long, beautiful hair now appeared somewhat disheveled. Her head hovered near a man's thigh, her small face flushed red, whether from breathlessness or shyness, making her even more captivating.

The man was wearing a casual shirt, and because he was leaning over the policewoman's back, his tanned skin and defined muscles were visible, showcasing his masculine beauty.

The two were Yang Fan and Shen Ruoxi. Since they weren't a couple, Yang Fan couldn't easily hold Shen Ruoxi with his arms, leaving them dangling in the air. He couldn't stand it for long and soon complained, "Director Shen! Isn't this a bit much? It's uncomfortable with my hands hanging like this!"

Shen Ruoxi, however, had her arms wrapped around Yang Fan's waist. She had no choice; otherwise, her lips would have already touched his... well, you know. Hearing Yang Fan's complaint, she tightened her grip, saying, "I've let you take such a good deal, and you're still being picky? Are you asking for a beating?!"

Yang Fan yelped in pain from the grip. Xue cried out in pain, "Stop pinching! Stop pinching! Why are you pinching so hard! I'm just in a hurry!"

Shen Ruoxi snorted and said, "Do you think I want to? If it weren't for hiding from that bastard outside, would I be so aggrieved? Let me tell you honestly, this is the first time in my life I've hugged a man so intimately. You're lucky, kid!"

Yang Fan rolled his eyes and said, "Director Shen, what kind of luck is this? My hands have been dangling in the air for so long, and they're already starting to get engorged! I don't care anymore..."

As he spoke, Yang Fan got carried away, clasped his hands together, and wrapped them around Shen Ruoxi's slender waist.

Through the thin summer shirt, Yang Fan could still feel the smoothness of her skin on his fingertips. The moment his hands gripped Shen Ruoxi's waist, Yang Fan clearly felt that the summer shirt on Shen Ruoxi's body shift slightly.

Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but think: How smooth must the skin be to prevent the clothes from sticking to the body? Could the incredibly smooth skin described in ancient books truly exist?

Chapter 33 [Police Car Attack]

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Shen Ruoxi felt a pair of strong hands gripping her waist. Two warm hands briefly touched her waist before sliding away and then firmly anchoring themselves there. Unable to see Yang Fan's movements, and with her head in a difficult position, Shen Ruoxi's attention was completely focused on her waist. Every subtle movement of Yang Fan was magnified countless times.

"You... what do you want to do!"

Feeling Yang Fan's fingers sliding on her waist, Shen Ruoxi was like a helpless girl facing a thug, completely forgetting her identity as a police officer and that she was near the police station.

Yang Fan's hands gently rolled around Shen Ruoxi's waist. A voice tempted him, urging him to reach under Shen Ruoxi's police uniform and experience firsthand what incredibly smooth skin felt like.

"No! Don't touch me! Take your hands off me!"

Shen Ruoxi was both ashamed and anxious. She grabbed Yang Fan's waist with both hands, trying to struggle to straighten up, but because Yang Fan was pressing down on her waist, she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.

Sensing Shen Ruoxi's struggle, Yang Fan stopped stroking her and instead hugged her tightly with both hands: "What are you yelling for! Didn't you say you wanted to hide from people, so you let me take advantage of you? You've already agreed to let me take advantage of you, why shouldn't I?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Fan hugged her too tightly, and his hands went down a little, just managing to squeeze half of each of Shen Ruoxi's breasts in his hands.

The breasts were soft and just right to touch. He tried his best to open his palms, but he could only grasp half of them. The sudden surprise made Yang Fan's lower body throb. The accumulated stimulation finally went out of control and made his penis erect. Before he could fully appreciate the various benefits of the large breasts in his hands, he heard Shen Ruoxi scream, and then felt a heat in her lower body, followed by a violent shaking.

"Blowjob?"

Just thinking about the word filled Yang Fan with excitement. Who would have thought that, by some twist of fate, he would actually have the chance to try it out? After all, he was still a pure virgin! Now, the opportunity to experience a legendary technique from adult films sent ripples through Yang Fan's heart.

Even through the two layers of fabric, Yang Fan could still feel the warm breath from Shen Ruoxi's mouth, slightly moist, and a little painful—clearly due to Shen Ruoxi's saliva and teeth.

At this moment, Shen Ruoxi was filled with regret. If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have screamed. Her scream had only made matters worse; that bastard Yang Fan's engorged member had conveniently blocked her mouth!

Ultimately, it was all her own mouth's fault. If she hadn't been so careless, she wouldn't have gotten so entangled with this jinx, Yang Fan! Now, Shen Ruoxi felt utterly helpless, her heart filled with extreme grievance, and she didn't know what to do. Tears streamed down her face.

Yang Fan was still reveling in the pleasure of Shen Ruoxi's cherry-like mouth. The heat and moisture made him feel as if he were floating on clouds. But this feeling didn't last long. He soon felt that it was too wet; in no time, his pants seemed to be completely soaked. Hearing Shen Ruoxi whimpering, Yang Fan felt something was wrong and, no longer able to enjoy himself, quickly straightened up.

Straightening up, Yang Fan glanced around and saw Shen Ruoxi wrapped her arms around his waist, her mouth sucking on his penis, crying her heart out. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, like pearls falling from a broken string, constantly flowing onto him. The policewoman, while crying, shook her head, adding to Yang Fan's arousal.

Yang Fan didn't know how much willpower he had used to barely lift Shen Ruoxi up. The moment she released her grip, Yang Fan felt a pang of regret: So close! Just a little bit more! If only it had been a little later!

After Shen Ruoxi stood up, her beautiful, spirited face was covered in tears. Her delicate, tear-streaked appearance was incredibly endearing. Just one glance, and Yang Fan felt deep remorse for his earlier intoxication.

"Ahem… no one expected this to happen… I can only apologize!"

After a long silence, Yang Fan finally broke it. As a man, he could only take responsibility at this moment.

"Waaah..."

Shen Ruoxi, who had stopped crying, started sobbing again.

"Don't worry, I'll take responsibility..."

Yang Fan suddenly realized something was wrong. He hadn't actually raped Shen Ruoxi, so why was he reciting such an old-fashioned line? Shen Ruoxi's attitude had clearly misled him! With

that thought, Yang Fan passed the buck to Shen Ruoxi: "What do you think we should do now?" Upon

hearing Yang Fan's words, Shen Ruoxi immediately stopped crying, releasing her hands from her face, her eyes and brows showing no trace of tears: "You just said you'd take responsibility, how come you changed your mind halfway through? What do you mean by 'take responsibility'? Take responsibility, just do it!"

Shen Ruoxi, shy as a girl, didn't know how to respond to Yang Fan's words, so she had used fake crying to cover it up, naturally without any tears. Now, hearing Yang Fan's bastard words, she couldn't pretend anymore.

“Well, you haven’t lost anything anyway. If you ask me, let’s just pretend this never happened!”

Having made up his mind, Yang Fan simply stated his plan directly.

“No way! This can’t just be left like this!”

Shen Ruoxi rejected Yang Fan’s suggestion without hesitation.

“Then what do you suggest?”

Yang Fan looked at Shen Ruoxi, waiting for her to make a decision.

Shen Ruoxi was a police officer, but she was still a girl after all. Faced with this situation, she naturally felt she had been greatly wronged and didn’t know how to handle it for the time being. Finally, she could only say, “How about we leave it like this for now, and I’ll tell you how to handle it.”

“Also! This matter… this matter is best kept to yourself! Without my instructions, you are not allowed to tell anyone!”

Shen Ruoxi blushed and shyly instructed Yang Fan.

The spirited young policewoman, when she blushed, possessed a captivating charm. Yang Fan was momentarily stunned, and blurted out, "So, does this count as a secret between us?" As

soon as he said it, Yang Fan realized his mistake. How could he say such a crazy thing to a girl he'd only known for a short time? Was it because she had given him that special feeling of pleasure?

Shen Ruoxi had never heard a man say such sweet words to her before. She was momentarily flustered, her face flushing even more. In a moment of panic, she pushed Yang Fan, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't know what's going on in your head! Quickly check if that bastard outside is gone. If he is, let's go home!"

"He went in!"

Through the glass, Yang Fan saw the man pass by the car and enter the police station building.

"Who is he? Why are you so afraid of him?"

Yang Fan asked, glancing at Shen Ruoxi.

"I'm not afraid of him, nor do I want to see his disgusting face. I have nothing to do with him!"

Even Shen Ruoxi herself found it strange that she said this; it sounded more like she was explaining something to Yang Fan than arguing. For no reason, her cheeks suddenly flushed, but she reacted quickly. Before Yang Fan could notice her unusual behavior, she started the police car, floored the gas, and sped out of the police compound!

The police car sped along, and even after traveling a long distance, Shen Ruoxi's wildly beating heart hadn't calmed down. Yang Fan's tone of voice and his captivating eyes had given her a peculiar feeling—a feeling she had never experienced in her twenty-two years. Even back in the army, with so many boys pursuing her, she had never felt this way, as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest. What was wrong with her?

Stealing a glance at the man beside her, she saw him with his eyes half-closed, seemingly asleep. This reassured her, but also filled her with an inexplicable anger.

She was relieved that the other person hadn't noticed her embarrassment, but furious that they had completely ignored her presence!

Women's minds are often so unpredictable. Yang Fan had pretended to doze off to reduce the awkwardness between them, since what had happened was even more embarrassing than what had occurred that morning. But he never imagined that his choice to avoid embarrassment would still displease Director Shen!

However, at that moment, a strong sense of crisis suddenly rose in Yang Fan's heart. He opened his eyes, and as his inner alarm bells rang, he quickly pounced on Shen Ruoxi!

"Get down!"

Without time to say anything, Yang Fan pinned Shen Ruoxi down!

"Ah, what are you doing?"

Shen Ruoxi, who had been watching Yang Fan closely, didn't think of danger when he pounced on her; instead

, she assumed he had ulterior motives! Reason told her she couldn't let him succeed, but deep down, another voice prevented her from offering any resistance. Knowing full well that the situation was extremely dangerous and that her partner could easily do something rash, she was still helpless. Aside from letting out a weak, feeble gasp, she made no move, watching helplessly as he pinned her down.

However, the expected scenario didn't occur. Besides pinning her down, he didn't make any other unusual moves. Just as Shen Ruoxi was filled with doubt, a piercing sound suddenly rang in her ears. As a police officer, she was all too familiar with that sound—the sound of a bullet shattering glass!

The next moment, Shen Ruoxi felt something wet in her hand, and it was slightly sticky when she squeezed it.

"Blood!"

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind…

Chapter 34 [King of Assassins]

"Stop the car!"

Just as Shen Ruoxi was filled with doubt, Yang Fan's voice entered her ears again.

Although the sudden turn of events was beyond Shen Ruoxi's expectations, she was, after all, a police officer and possessed the ability to adapt to changing circumstances. Relying on her rich experience, although still being outmaneuvered by Yang Fan, she quickly turned the steering wheel to the left and simultaneously slammed on the brakes.

"Bang!"

Unable to see clearly outside, despite braking in time, the police car crashed into the roadside guardrail with a dull thud.

"Stay in the car, don't move!"

Shen Ruoxi felt a burning sensation near her ears, and the next moment, Yang Fan disappeared from the police car. She hadn't even sensed how he left…

On the rooftop of an ordinary building several hundred meters away from the police car, a bald young man with a long scar on his face was lying prone on the balcony edge, holding a sniper rifle, his target aimed at the police car not far away.

Using the sniper rifle's sights, he searched for his target, but apart from the wrecked police car, he couldn't find it.

"Retreat!"

He initially wanted to search for his target again, but reason told him that as a qualified assassin, he would be in immediate danger if he didn't retreat.

However, he was filled with resentment. In all his years as an assassin, this was the first time he had failed. A mission that seemed foolproof had failed!

He was filled with hatred. If his target hadn't been suddenly pushed aside by the man beside him, his shot would have definitely blown the man's head off. He had absolute confidence in his marksmanship.

He could even see the man's head exploding, and the pile of money flowing into his pocket after the mission's success. But this seemingly sure thing had slipped away!

"Damn it, this bastard dared to ruin my plans! Once I find out your identity, I'll make you pay! Although assassins aren't allowed to kill without a mission, you dared to ruin my plans, so I'll make an exception and kill you!"

Putting away his sniper rifle, the man had no choice but to retreat.

"Is that so? I think you don't need to wait for next time; you can make an exception now!"

Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind.

Turning around abruptly, the man found a figure had suddenly appeared behind him—a boy who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. His clothes were torn on the back, and traces of blood were even visible.

But his expression was icy cold; his eyes held no human emotion. He sensed an aura on the boy that was all too familiar.

It was killing intent!

Yes, killing intent—the kind of killing intent only a bloodthirsty killer, with corpses piled high at his feet, would possess. This killing intent was built from blood, nourished by life itself. He had only ever felt this same killing intent from his instructors, the ones who trained him to kill in the assassin organization.

But this seemingly young man possessed a killing intent far stronger than his instructor's!

Almost instinctively, he quickly raised his sniper rifle and aimed it at the young man in front of him, his voice trembling as he asked, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Dude? Weren't you just talking about me, trying to find out my identity? How come you don't recognize me now that I'm right in front of you?"

Shrugging, Yang Fan didn't seem to care that the other man was pointing a gun at him.

"It's you!"

The assassin was horrified. The police car was clearly over 300 meters away, and given his rooftop location, it would have taken the assassin at least a minute or two to get there. Yet, only about half a minute had passed since he fired. How had he gotten here in such a short time?

However, this wasn't the time to ponder that question. The other man was already in front of him; to escape, he had to eliminate him.

But even though he held the sniper rifle, he felt no sense of security. And to make matters worse, he realized he didn't have the courage to fire. At that moment, panic gripped him!

As an assassin, a qualified assassin, maintaining composure is the most basic and crucial element. He had always believed he excelled at this, always maintaining absolute calm regardless of the mission.

Whether assassinating heavily guarded government officials or a super-rich individual with hundreds of bodyguards, he had never failed, nor had he ever felt panicked during a mission.

But now, this was a mission so simple it couldn't be simpler; he had even accepted it on a whim, intending to complete it during his vacation. Yet now, not only was the mission unfinished, but it had also shaken his resolve as an assassin!

"Your mind is in turmoil. For an assassin, a confused mind means mission failure, and mission failure means your life is in danger. If you lose your life, your career as an assassin should end. I'm giving you two choices: one, lay down your weapon and leave the assassin organization for life; two, shoot, and I'll end your career as an assassin!" At that moment

, Yang Fan's voice reached his ears again.

"Who exactly are you?"

the assassin roared, almost screaming at the top of his lungs. The young man before him was saying the exact same thing his instructor had said!

Indeed, for an assassin, a confused mind meant he was no longer a qualified killer. This was something he had always been proud of; in his nearly three years in the profession, his mind had never wavered.

But now, this man not only saw through his predicament but also uttered insider jargon about assassin organizations. So, who was he? How did he know about assassin organizations? How did he know all this?

"You don't need to know who I am, and I won't tell you. The moment you know my identity will also be the moment your life ends. So, you don't need to trade your life for mine. It's not that it's not worth it, it's that you don't deserve it!"

"Alright, I won't say any more. I'll give you three seconds to consider. I'll count to three. Either you put down your gun, or I'll take it off for you!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"Ah, die..."

Before the number three could even leave Yang Fan's mouth, the assassin couldn't withstand the immense pressure. In a fit of rage, he recklessly fired his sniper rifle!

The distance between the two was only about three meters. At that distance, he was absolutely confident he could shoot even a mosquito dead with a single shot, let alone a person.

Therefore, the assassin had a plan. As long as he killed the person in front of him, it wouldn't mean the mission had failed, and his already chaotic killer's heart would still have a chance to regain its composure.

To continue in the assassin's profession, he had no choice but to eliminate his enemies. Only their blood and lives could wash away his shame!

This seemingly impulsive act was, in reality, a carefully planned scheme. And from beginning to end, it unfolded according to his script; as long as his bullets struck his target, his self-directed drama would be a resounding success.

However, just as he was about to make the final decision, as if directing, an incomprehensible scene unfolded!

His bullet clearly struck his opponent, yet no blood splattered or sprayed. The bullet hit its target perfectly, without missing its mark. However, the bullet failed to achieve its intended effect, because the opponent had caught it between his fingers!

Yes, caught it! He had actually used his bare flesh to trap the high-speed bullet! Moreover, the bullet hadn't even grazed his hand. Like a slow-motion replay, the image of him catching the bullet with his fingers was etched into the assassin's very soul!

"It's...it's you!"

In that instant, a legend in the assassin world flashed through the assassin's mind—a legend that all assassins strive for, a legend in the assassin world!

In six years, he rose from an unknown assassin to become the King of Assassins, his path to fame littered with corpses and rivers of blood. Over six years, he accepted 999 missions, each fraught with difficulty. Some involved assassinating a president, others a business tycoon, and still others individuals with extraordinary abilities…

These were missions that no one else could accomplish, yet this legend of the assassin world completed them all, without a single failure.

He never used a gun, but guns were utterly useless against him. Legend had it that he could move objects with his bare hands, catch bullets, disarm enemies, and take heads from afar!

No one knew his name, his age, or even his gender; everything about him remained a mystery. He was the legend in the eyes of all assassins, the king of assassins, the king of killers!

Recalling his legendary status, and considering the words and actions of the man before him, the assassin finally guessed the young man's true identity…

"The King of Assassins, Crippled Wolf!"

"I didn't expect you to guess my identity, but unfortunately, you shouldn't have known all this, and it's too late!"

Shrugging, Yang Fan shook his head noncommittally, and at the same time, flicked the bullet between his two fingers…

[First update, please add to your collection!]

Chapter 35 [Strange Birthmark]

Sirens blared, and noise filled the air. When the police arrived at the rooftop, the assassin's body was already cold. Between his eyebrows was a small hole, no more than twenty millimeters in diameter.

But strangely, this assassin, pierced through the brow, showed no sign of pain, nor the terror and fear of the other victims. On the contrary, his face held a hint of mocking joy!

He looked as if a Buddhist disciple had met their revered Buddha and been enlightened, instantly attaining enlightenment…

When Yang Fan reappeared before Shen Ruoxi, she had already regained her usual composure. She was now methodically directing the police officers who had arrived at the scene.

“Are you alright?”

Yang Fan asked softly as he approached Shen Ruoxi. Although he hadn't asked the assassin why he had suddenly attacked him, Yang Fan knew that Huang Jie's abilities weren't enough to hire an assassin; using thugs and police was already his limit.

Furthermore, the assassin's target was clearly Shen Ruoxi, leading Yang Fan to wonder if this beautiful policewoman had offended someone, thus attracting an assassin.

However, he naturally wouldn't ask Shen Ruoxi directly. Even if there was some connection between them, such a question wasn't appropriate to bring it up.

"I'm fine. Where did you go? Oh, you're hurt?"

Hearing Yang Fan's voice, Shen Ruoxi waved away the police officer beside her. She was about to ask Yang Fan about what had happened, but seeing the blood on his back, she immediately forgot all her questions.

"It's nothing, just a scrape from broken glass, it's nothing!"

Shen Ruoxi's actions warmed Yang Fan's heart for no reason. Although it might seem a little presumptuous, he could feel that her concern was genuine.

"What do you mean 'nothing'? You're bleeding! Quick, I'll take you to the hospital!"

Shen Ruoxi frowned slightly, turned around behind Yang Fan, and seeing his bloodied back, her eyes immediately filled with tears.

Although she came from a military background and was also the police chief, she was still a woman. Although she was better at hiding her true feelings than most women, she was still emotional. Seeing that the wounds on Yang Fan's back were caused by her, she couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

During Yang Fan's absence, she had learned what had happened. She wasn't unaware that someone had hired an assassin to kill her, but she hadn't expected them to be so audacious as to attempt it in the street. If it weren't for Yang Fan, she would have been truly finished!

"It seems my previous warning wasn't enough; I have to take real action!"

Originally, Shen Ruoxi didn't want to close the net quickly, but seeing the wound on Yang Fan's back ignited her anger.

A woman's anger is often more terrifying. Perhaps the mastermind behind this never imagined that what was originally intended as a warning to the young police chief to mind her own business would completely enrage her, leading to a massive crackdown on organized crime throughout Yanjing!

Clubs were raided one after another, gangs were wiped out one after another, and criminal cases were solved one after another. This crackdown on organized crime in Yanjing left countless people in a state of panic… But perhaps no one could have imagined that the trigger for all of this was not the stabbing of the police chief, but Yang Fan's injury!

However, that's a story for later. Although Yang Fan strongly opposed going to the hospital, Shen Ruoxi decisively handed over the handling of the scene to her subordinates, while she herself took Yang Fan home.

As soon as they entered the house, Shen Ruoxi helped Yang Fan to the sofa: "Sit down and don't move, I'll go get the medicine!"

After saying that, she rushed into the bedroom.

As a police officer, she must have had her share of bumps and bruises every day, so Shen Ruoxi's house had a lot of first-aid medicine, which was one of the conditions she agreed to let Yang Fan not go to the hospital.

A moment later, Shen Ruoxi ran out with a first-aid kit. Opening it, she took out alcohol and cotton balls before saying to Yang Fan, "Quick, take off your clothes, I'll treat your wound!"

"No need, it's just a small injury, I'll wash it with water!"

It wasn't that Yang Fan was being fussy, but this injury was nothing to him. Compared to the injuries he'd suffered before, this was like a mosquito bite.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? I'm a girl and I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? Do you think I'll eat you up? Honestly, hurry up!"

Yang Fan wanted to say something, but Shen Ruoxi glared at him fiercely. Helpless, he could only obediently take off his shirt!

"Ah!"

When she saw Yang Fan's bare upper body, Shen Ruoxi couldn't help but gasp. It wasn't that she was shy, but rather that she was startled by Yang Fan's physique.

She never expected that Yang Fan, who looked so gentle and weak, would have such a great physique!

Her body was strong and powerful, with well-defined muscles and smooth, complex lines that perfectly embodied the fusion of health and beauty. Her six-pack abs exuded strength, and her skin, which wasn't very white, radiated a healthy, soft luster. It didn't give the impression of being overly exaggerated or weak. Every muscle and bone in her body was perfectly coordinated, as if it had been worked by the most perfect artist.

As a former soldier, Shen Ruoxi had seen her fair share of muscular men during her time in the army, but none possessed the captivating beauty of Yang Fan's physique.

Muscles weren't necessarily more powerful the more developed they were; rather, they needed to be of moderate size, with appropriate firmness and softness, and harmoniously proportioned to unleash maximum power—a point Shen Ruoxi understood all too well.

However, she had never seen a body as coordinated and balanced as Yang Fan's. Every part of him was perfect, every corner radiating boundless power. He was like an arrow released from a bow, ready to be released at any moment!

The only flaw was the numerous, densely packed scars covering his otherwise perfect body. These scars, intertwined and crisscrossing, seemed to tell a story, each wound a legend!

With Shen Ruoxi's keen eye, she could naturally see that many of these scars were fatal wounds. She believed that if they were even slightly deeper or longer, survival would have been impossible. Yet, he had miraculously survived so many deadly wounds—it was nothing short of a miracle!

However, what intrigued Shen Ruoxi most was the azure dragon tattooed on his body. The dragon's head was on his chest, and the entire dragon's body coiled downwards, encircling his entire form. Although the lower half of the dragon tattoo wasn't visible, one could easily imagine that it covered his entire body.

Shen Ruoxi had a vague feeling that this dragon tattoo wasn't just a simple tattoo, but a living azure dragon, and that the wounds on his body were like seals binding this dragon, tightly sealing it within Yang Fan.

Tattoos, in most people's eyes, are something only gangsters would tattoo on their bodies; ordinary people wouldn't get such things.

Shen Ruoxi knew Yang Fan wasn't that kind of person, so why did he have tattoos? But these tattoos didn't look like they were applied; they looked like they were naturally formed, resembling birthmarks. But who has a dragon-shaped birthmark?

Suddenly, Shen Ruoxi realized that Yang Fan was shrouded in endless mystery. Whether it was his sudden disappearance in the police car, the scars and dragon-shaped marks on his body, or the information she had previously gathered, everything seemed to point to Yang Fan's enigmatic nature…

Why did Shen Ruoxi become a police officer? It was because of her curiosity, her keen insight, and her insatiable curiosity about everything. It was this curiosity that allowed her to solve one bizarre case after another.

Therefore, after discovering Yang Fan's secret, she immediately considered many possibilities. Connecting these with everything that had happened to Yang Fan, she finally concluded that he was definitely not as simple as he appeared!

After a brief moment of thought, Shen Ruoxi secretly decided that she must uncover all of Yang Fan's secrets, whether to satisfy her own curiosity or to confirm whether he intentionally approached her sisters…

Meanwhile, somewhere in Yanjing, in an unlit room, two tall figures stood by the window. The dim moonlight, filtering through the glass, barely illuminated half of one person's profile. The other remained hidden in darkness.

The half-revealed woman, though only half her face was visible, was enough to make any man who saw her lose himself in her beauty!

It was a face brimming with wild allure, brimming with seduction, passion, and danger, like a blooming poppy, beautiful yet deadly. She remained motionless, whispering to the shadowy figure in the darkness, "Is Poison Wolf dead?" "

A shot between the eyebrows, a fatal blow, but the bullet was Poison Wolf's own!"

A soft voice echoed from the darkness, its gentle tone carrying a chilling depth. As she spoke, the temperature in the room seemed to drop considerably.

However, the woman seemed completely oblivious. After a moment's thought, she spoke, "The original plan is cancelled. We'll temporarily abandon our operation against the Shen sisters. Investigate the man beside them. He's ruined both of our plans. I suspect they've discovered our plans!"

"Yes!"

As the voice faded, the figure in the darkness gradually disappeared, silently, like a ghost, appearing and disappearing without a trace...

"Second update. Many readers have complained about the slow updates, which I can't deny. However, before a new book is released, almost all books are like this. Although some maintain two updates a day, they are the 'two-k' party. I sometimes only update once, but each update is 'three-k' party. When I update twice, there are still 6,000 words. So, I'm not far behind them. So, brothers, please be patient. After the book is released, all problems will be solved!"

Chapter 36 [The Long March of a Virgin]

The Nalan Family. In the villa that Yang Fan had visited before, in the same reception room where he met Nalan Kang, besides Nalan Kang, there was another old man.

He had white hair, wore a Tang suit, and was about the same age as Nalan Kang. At this moment, he was sitting opposite Nalan Kang at a table, on which sat a pot of fine Tieguanyin tea. The aroma of tea filled the room.

In the entire capital of Yanjing, those who could discuss tea and philosophy with the patriarch of the Nalan family were likely no more than a dozen people, demonstrating the extraordinary status of this old man!

Indeed, he was Yang Wanli, the patriarch of the Yang family, one of the four great families of Yanjing!

The mere cough of either of these two patriarchs was enough to shake the entire nation; the fact that they were now sitting together enjoying tea would cause a huge uproar if word got out.

After all, while the four great families appeared outwardly peaceful, their undercurrents of conflict were extremely intense. Now that the two patriarchs of the Nalan and Yang families were sitting together, it inevitably sparked endless speculation among others…

As the aroma of tea filled the entire room, Nalan Kang picked up the teapot and, while brewing tea for the other man, said, “Old Yang, isn’t this Tieguanyin tea quite good? My son specially brought it for me from Guangzhou. I’ve been reluctant to drink it. If it weren’t for you today, I definitely wouldn’t have brought it out!”

Old Master Yang raised the teacup to his nose and took a light sniff, a look of reminiscence on his face, but he didn’t drink it: “Haha, that’s true. Everyone knows you, Nalan Kang, are a tea lover. I remember Old Man Shen coveted your top-quality tea the most. Over the years, he’s tried countless times to get a few ounces from you, but he’s never succeeded. I never thought…” "Today I actually got to taste the Tieguanyin tea that Old Man Shen had been dreaming of! If he knew, I wonder how envious he would be! But Old Kang, I feel a little unworthy of this!"

Waving his hand, Old Master Nalan took a sip of tea before speaking, "What do you mean by unworthy? You're talking about Xiao Fan, right? This matter actually has nothing to do with you or me. I've thought it through; perhaps our views are outdated. Young people today think differently from us. Let the children handle their own affairs. If they're meant to be, I think they'll get together sooner or later!"

Shaking his head, Old Master Yang said rather helplessly, "Alas, it's just that little girl Qingcheng has suffered!"

"Hehe, don't you know Qingcheng well? I think if Xiaofan hadn't come to annul the engagement, she definitely wouldn't have agreed to their relationship. But now... it's hard to say. This girl is incredibly proud, and Xiaofan's outburst has made her take it seriously. Let me tell you, ever since Xiaofan left, she's been keeping a close eye on him. Just now, when she heard that Xiaofan was in trouble, she rushed out in a panic!"

Hearing what Grandpa Nalan said, Grandpa Yang's eyes lit up: "Indeed, no one knows a son better than his father! It seems your grandfather is quite good! After your analysis, I also think this might not be a bad thing. Once Qingcheng gets serious, not even ten oxen could pull her back. This annulment of the engagement has only stirred up her pride. We can use this opportunity to let them get to know each other better, and maybe things will work out..."

"Sigh!"

Grandpa Yang sighed and continued, "Actually, I don't want to pay too much attention to the children's affairs, but how could I dare not do as the old master instructed? I just hope this matter can be resolved satisfactorily, otherwise I won't be able to explain it to the old master!"

"Yes, what happened back then was indeed something our Nalan lineage wronged our old master. It was the only mistake I, Nalan Kang, ever made in my life. If it weren't for that, our old master and the others wouldn't have... But the matter between Xiao Fan and Qingcheng can't be forced. Everything depends on fate. Forget it, let's just have some tea. Let the young people handle their own affairs. There's no use in us worrying!"

"That's right, having tea is the important thing. This Tieguanyin is a good thing, we can't waste it. If Old Man Shen knew we were wasting it like this, I wonder how heartbroken he would be!"

They exchanged glances and the two old men laughed in unison...

In the early morning, Yang Fan excitedly squeezed onto the same bus as yesterday, thinking he would meet that beautiful young woman again. But as the saying goes, wishful thinking is beautiful, but reality is cruel. The beauty is gone, leaving only a lingering fragrance!

Helpless, Yang Fan could only suppress his slight disappointment and embark on a new "journey"!

To be honest, Yang Fan still felt a lingering fear. Although he was fearless, he had flirted with his homeroom teacher on the very first day of school... and in a very intimate way!

Every time he thought about it, Yang Fan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If he was unlucky, his first move was the legendary "breast-grabbing dragon claw"! But if he was lucky, why did he have to grab his homeroom teacher of all people? After all, Yang Fan

still wanted to spend four years at this university, but on the very first day, he had offended the person he couldn't afford to offend in the entire school. His campus life for the next four years was definitely not going to be peaceful!

Originally, Yang Fan wanted to find an excuse to ask for a leave of absence for ten days or half a month, but asking for leave on the first day of school made even himself feel a little embarrassed, let alone others. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and come!

As soon as he entered the classroom, Yang Fan immediately sensed something was different. Yesterday, when he entered the classroom, the entire room was deathly still; even his handsome entrance didn't elicit much of a reaction.

But today was different. The moment he stepped inside, countless pairs of eyes, each with a different expression, focused on him. Their gazes were so intense, so frantic, like fans meeting their favorite celebrities, practically begging for autographs.

Yet, amidst this fervor, there was also a hint of fear, a touch of shyness. When he looked up at them, they all averted their eyes…

"Could it be that I'm too handsome today? So handsome that they're afraid to look me in the eye?"

Unable to figure out the reason, Yang Fan could only attribute it all to his good fortune today.

This good fortune wasn't entirely unfounded. Recalling last night, when Shen Ruoxi actually invited him to sleep in her room, Yang Fan was incredibly excited for a long time after hearing the news.

Although the final outcome was that Shen Ruolan slept on the sofa while he slept in the bedroom, it still gave Yang Fan

, a virgin, the feeling of having stumbled upon a romantic opportunity, and a rather disorienting one at that… In any case, Shen Ruolan's change in attitude made Yang Fan feel that he had taken a crucial step in ending his long march to virginity, and considering the previous two moments of ambiguity between them… if they spent a few more days together, it wouldn't be difficult for them to spark a romance. At least, Yang Fan had seen a glimmer of hope in ending his virginity!

Putting aside his smugness, Yang Fan shifted his gaze to his seat. Seeing that the familiar figure wasn't there, he felt relieved, but also a little disappointed…

However, despite his disappointment, he wasn't easily swayed by emotions. After all, he had received professional training in this area, and he quickly composed himself and sat down.

“Tap! Tap! Tap!”

Not long after Yang Fan sat down, familiar and rhythmic footsteps came from outside the classroom, and then Lin Wan'er appeared at the classroom door.

Her appearance instantly silenced the already quiet classroom, making it so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Almost instinctively, Lin Wan'er's gaze fell on Yang Fan.

Seeing that the guy she hated so much wasn't trying to run away, she felt a little calmer. She had spent the entire night planning to regain her face; if Yang Fan hadn't come, her plan would have been completely ruined.

"Hmph, kid, I'll show you what I'm made of!"

Raising an eyebrow, Lin Wan'er gave Yang Fan a provocative look before walking to the podium and beginning her lecture.

Seeing that Lin Wan'er wasn't attacking him, Yang Fan felt a little more at ease, but her provocative gaze still made him uneasy.

Over the years, through wind and rain, had he ever feared anyone? But for some reason, he always felt a little guilty in front of Lin Wan'er. Perhaps it was because he had accidentally touched something he shouldn't have yesterday, coupled with his virginity.

Putting all that aside, Yang Fan had to admit that Lin Wan'er's lectures were excellent. Although he already knew most of what she was saying, he still listened with great interest.

In Yang Fan's own words, he knew everything he read in books, and there were things he knew that weren't in books, so going to university was completely useless.

But after this lecture, he discovered that many of Lin Wan'er's points weren't in the books and he didn't know them either. In less than an hour, he had actually benefited greatly. Of course, this was also due to the perfect combination of his own knowledge and what she said.

Didn't you see the rest of the class nodding their heads, completely bewildered? The class had only fifty-six students, but by the end of the lesson, fifty of them had fallen asleep, and the remaining five were in a half-asleep state. It seemed only Yang Fan was truly focused…

“Yang Fan, come to my office!”

However, just as Yang Fan was completely absorbed in the lesson, Lin Wan’er’s words stunned him, leaving him momentarily speechless, as if under a spell…

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