Chapter 50: So Handsome!

As Lin Fan suddenly grabbed her, Zhao Ying’s heart fluttered, her pretty face flushed crimson, and she struggled symbolically a few times, causing the car to swerve on the road.

“Let go, you rogue!”

“No way. Come on, didn’t you say you wanted this?”

Zhao Ying was furious, but seeing Lin Fan so relentless, she could only speak with a blushing face, “Wait till tonight…! You…!”

“Haha, let’s go!” Lin Fan was overjoyed, one arm wrapped around Zhao Ying’s waist while the other began to mischievously tease her chest. It seemed that saying was true—once a woman has her first time, she becomes much more proactive. At least, Lin Fan believed so.

“You’re impossible, I’m driving!” Feeling the strange sensation on her chest, Zhao Ying spoke with a trembling voice, her face rosy, as if she was enjoying Lin Fan’s antics.

Hearing Zhao Ying mention the car, Lin Fan smirked wickedly, continuing to tease her as he asked, “Honey, be honest, where did you really get this car?”

“I won’t tell you,” Zhao Ying said resolutely, as if she were marching to her doom. This actually surprised Lin Fan.

“If you don’t tell me, you might regret it tonight!” Lin Fan’s hand unconsciously grew more forceful, making Zhao Ying nearly cry out.

“Rogue…”

Zhao Ying gripped the steering wheel, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. Lin Fan sensed she had some unspeakable secret. Since she didn’t want to share, he wouldn’t press her further. After all, he had plenty he hadn’t told her either—how could he demand she reveal everything? As long as Zhao Ying loved him deeply, that was enough. Everything else was secondary in his eyes.

Noticing Lin Fan’s silence and that he’d stopped “tormenting” her, Zhao Ying thought to herself, “Is he angry because I didn’t tell him?”

She gave Lin Fan a sidelong glance and saw that teasing smile on his lips, instantly realizing he was only playing with her. In retaliation, she reached over and pinched him hard between his legs.

Lin Fan shot upright, his expression both embarrassed and exaggerated. “Ow, stop! If you break it, you won’t be able to use it again. Your pleasure depends on it, you know.” Lin Fan shook his head, wondering why women nowadays were so fierce.

Zhao Ying switched tactics, spinning her hand around Lin Fan’s waist in a full circle.

“Ah…” Lin Fan cried out in pain, looking pitifully at Zhao Ying. “Next time, could you pick a different spot? How come you always pinch the same place? Your aim is too accurate.”

“Serves you right.”

After Zhao Ying’s pinch, Lin Fan behaved himself for a while, though his eyes remained as mischievous as ever…

T City was one of the largest port cities in the north, tied to the capital since its inception. Its economic development and commercial growth were at the forefront of the nation.

Lin Fan and Zhao Ying got out of the car and walked toward a commercial tower. The building had more than twenty floors and was the most prosperous and high-end shopping destination in T City. Each floor offered a variety of goods, hosting flagship stores for every top global brand.

Here, if you had money, there was almost nothing you couldn’t buy. Naturally, the prices were exorbitant, but some people, in pursuit of so-called quality of life, would spend several months’ salary just to buy a single item.

Lin Fan was surprised; he never expected Zhao Ying to bring him here. She was just a humble police officer, earning less than a typical office worker. The only explanation was her family background—could he really have landed himself a wealthy lady?

No matter. If she ran short of money, he’d cover her. Just in case, Lin Fan discreetly checked his pocket for that Swiss bank-issued limited gold card with a one hundred million overdraft.

Inside, Zhao Ying looked Lin Fan up and down, then led him straight into a Hermès boutique to choose a belt, before heading to Givenchy to pick out a suit and tie for him.

All the way, Lin Fan followed behind Zhao Ying, carrying bags in confusion, attracting puzzled stares from those around him. He didn’t look like a kept man—his style was eccentric, and while not ugly, he couldn’t be called handsome either.

After about half an hour, Zhao Ying felt she’d bought enough, selected a pair of leather shoes, and pushed Lin Fan into the changing room.

Lin Fan pursed his lips, took the pile of items under the watchful eyes of the sales staff, and stepped inside…

Upon entering, Lin Fan couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath! Even though he’d seen the world, he marveled—this was no mere changing room, but a presidential suite! There was a huge bathroom, and even the restroom alone was over ten square meters.

Lin Fan shook his head and muttered, “Damn, it’s good to be rich.”

In truth, Lin Fan had no particular requirements for clothing; he always felt luxury brands looked pretty much the same. As long as it fit and was comfortable, what more was needed? Why make such a fuss?

But Zhao Ying seemed to care deeply about how Lin Fan dressed, perhaps for reasons she couldn’t tell him. If it was simply for fear he’d embarrass her at the banquet, Lin Fan would never believe it. If that were the case, she wouldn’t have given herself so completely to him, nor would there have been that “wild” night.

After changing, Lin Fan admired himself in the mirror for a while before swaggering out.

His hair wasn’t permed or dyed like a punk’s, but was strikingly black and glossy. The faint scar on his forehead appeared and disappeared beneath his bangs, and his clear, almond-shaped eyes sparkled like mountain springs, deep as the starry sky, giving him a maturity beyond his years—a unique charisma.

“Wow! So handsome!”

As Lin Fan emerged from the changing room, he heard a few startled cries. Even the usually composed and courteous saleswomen couldn’t help but be amazed.

Looking at Lin Fan, Zhao Ying was momentarily lost, secretly thinking, “This rascal actually looks quite handsome when dressed up.” The reactions of those around her filled Zhao Ying with pride.

This was her man! The man she’d chosen! No matter what happened in the future, she would stand by him!

For a moment, Zhao Ying was completely distracted.

“Hey, Ying’er, are you love-struck?” Lin Fan waved his hand in front of Zhao Ying’s eyes and laughed, “How do I look?”

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