In a high-speed storm of thoughts, Chén Fān narrowly survived this forced marriage battle. Taking advantage of Mother Chén washing dishes, Chén Fān made a hasty retreat under the guise of taking Chén Xuě to the movies.
Sitting in Chén Xuě’s car.
"Xuě, you know, hiding this forever isn't a solution. It'll come out eventually. Do you have any good ideas?"
Chén Xuě gripped the steering wheel and took a sharp turn.
"Honesty."
Chén Fān struggled to sit up straight.
"Then can your parents accept it? I feel like they're counting on me as a lifesaver."
Chén Xuě: "Then let's continue."
Chén Fān was speechless.
"Talking to you is really difficult. What did the doctor say? About your recent condition."
Chén Xuě: "It's getting worse."
Chén Fān: "How about trying the 'leftover meals' therapy I mentioned before?"
Chén Xuě was silent for two seconds.
"Can't do it!"
Arriving at Qianda Cinema, Chén Xuě went to swipe her card to buy tickets, while Chén Fān was responsible for going to the supermarket to buy some popcorn and drinks.
While browsing, Chén Fān vaguely felt something was wrong.
After thinking for a long time.
Chén Fān slapped the snacks and drinks in his arms back onto the shelf.
"Damn it, I'm this rich now! Do I still care about ten or eight bucks? I'll buy it at the cinema counter!"
Returning to the cinema, Chén Fān found two drunk young men trying hard to hit on Chén Xuě.
He sneered and ignored them, walking straight to the counter.
"The most luxurious snack combo! Two sets!"
The young female cashier looked up.
"Sir, how many people are you?"
Chén Fān: "Two."
The young female cashier: "One set is enough, sir. You won't finish two sets."
Chén Fān's lips curved upwards.
"I'll give the second set to you."
The young girl's pretty face turned red.
"Then... okay, Brother, do you want to add me on WeChat?"
...
Chén Fān walked back with a bag of snacks, an inexpressible sense of satisfaction in his heart.
It's good to be rich.
Ouch! My arm!
From afar, Chén Fān seemed to hear the sound of a heavy object falling, followed by a bone-chilling scream that echoed throughout the entire cinema.
Chén Fān quickened his pace. This is bad!
Upon reaching the lounge area, as Chén Fān had expected, one of the two young men who had been hitting on Chén Xuě, the one covered in pimples, was clutching his arm and screaming on the ground.
And the perpetrator, Chén Xuě, stood there expressionless, as if none of this concerned her.
The shorter young man, who was still standing from the pair, looked flustered at the scene.
Didn't you brag that you could get WeChat from this beauty? How did you get thrown over your shoulder the moment you turned around? Even if you got thrown, why are you screaming so loudly? So many people, it's embarrassing.
While inwardly complaining, a tall figure stood in front of him.
"What's going on?"
The short guy took a step back and looked up.
"Huh?"
Chén Fān repeated himself.
"I asked what's going on?"
The young short man’s neck stiffened. "Who are you?"
Chén Fān gestured towards Chén Xuě.
"Her boyfriend."
The young short man's face instantly turned red.
"I, I didn't know!"
Knowing he was in the wrong, the man turned and fled.
Watching the retreating back disappear around the corner, Chén Fān was speechless and could only look down at the injured party.
"Stop screaming. I know it hurts, it's just a fracture, not like your arm was lost."
The pimple-faced man forced himself to stand up.
Gritting his teeth, he said, "I just wanted her WeChat and she slammed me like this. Hiss... she was too rough. I didn't commit a crime! You have to compensate me for my medical expenses."
Chén Fān curled his lips. This guy was the one crying wolf.
"Are you sure my girlfriend slammed you to the ground for no reason?"
The man looked extremely innocent. "I'm sure!"
Chén Fān scratched his head. This guy didn't seem to be lying.
"Then I'll have to check the surveillance footage. My girlfriend only acts when someone touches her. If your hands were unclean, I wouldn't just beat you up, I'd call the police and report you for indecent assault!"
The pimple-faced man: "Check it! Check the surveillance!"
The security guards had also been watching for a few minutes. They didn't say much. After all, it's better to have fewer problems. Since they were asked to check the surveillance, they would just check it.
However, speaking of which, how could this beautiful girl be like a robot? Standing so stiffly, slamming someone down as soon as she decided to, and then just standing there motionless afterward, as if she were following a programmed routine.
After the surveillance footage was checked, the pimple-faced man was indeed thrown to the ground at the moment he approached Chén Xuě with his phone.
In theory, he didn't intend to touch Chén Xuě; he just wanted her to scan his personal QR code.
The pimple-faced man became agitated.
"See? I told you I didn't touch her. The evidence is right here. You can't wrongly accuse me. It's not a crime to want her WeChat!"
Chén Fān scratched his head.
"I saw it, I'm not blind. Even if you didn't touch her, wasn't it still harassment of my girlfriend?"
"Do you want medical expenses?"
The pimple-faced man: "Yes!"
"How much?"
The pimple-faced man: "At least... three thousand?"
Chén Fān nodded.
"Bow and apologize to my girlfriend, and I'll give you five thousand."
The security guards were stunned. Is this person crazy? Apologizing is like eating money? This is really someone who's rich and foolish. In this situation, denying it wouldn't be bad, right?
The pimple-faced man's face turned red, as if he wanted to curse but held back.
He thought, he'd already lost enough face today, so what was one more apology?
Just as the pimple-faced man was about to speak.
Several muscular men, all over 1.9 meters tall, walked over with swagger. Leading them was the short guy who had run off earlier.
Before the leader of the muscular men even arrived, his voice boomed, "Let me see, who dares to bully my Dǒng Tiānhào's people?"
The pimple-faced man saw who was coming and swallowed back his words of surrender, his expression shifting from helplessness to fawning and arrogance.
"Brother Hào, why are you here? You're here at the right time. It's this guy!"
Chén Fān frowned. Was he running into the legendary triad just watching a movie?
"Don't say that. You harassed my girlfriend first, and you deserved to be thrown. If I asked you to apologize and gave you medical expenses, would that still be bullying you?"
The pimple-faced man's face turned red, and he couldn't come up with a retort.
The muscular man spoke arrogantly, "Who harassed your girlfriend? How is it harassment? A woman wearing... uh."
He glanced at Chén Xuě's outfit of jeans and a white t-shirt and realized she wasn't revealing at all.
"She's standing here alone, isn't it allowed to talk to her?"
"Besides, you said she's your girlfriend, not your wife. What right do you have to interfere in this business?"
Chén Fān was getting angry. This guy was being unreasonable and seemed to think he could bully Chén Fān because he was alone.
"Then according to you, what should be done?"
The arrogant muscular man gave a smile he thought was cool.
"What should be done? What should be done is definitely not here. Take them both away!He said the latter half to the muscular men behind him, then turned around stylishly, preparing to leave.
Bang! Bang!
Two muffled thuds sounded behind them.
Then, another series of "Ouch! Ouch!" screams erupted.
Brother Hào, the muscular man, turned around and saw that two strong henchmen were lying neatly on the ground, both clutching their arms and screaming.
And the perpetrators, Chén Fān and Chén Xuě, looked on calmly, as if they hadn't been the ones who threw people just now.
"This...! You little brat, do you really think you're Yip Man?"
Seeing that his subordinates were no match, Brother Hào, relying on his own Sanda skills, swung a roundhouse kick towards Chén Fān.
Chén Fān easily dodged it, then grabbed the muscular man by the hair and slammed him to the ground with a bang. The move was simple and brutal.
Spectators were dumbfounded. No one expected Chén Fān's slender body to possess such immense strength.
"With just this much skill, you come out pretending to be a triad?"
Chén Fān asked disdainfully.
Brother Hào lost all face and desperately tried to break free from Chén Fān's grip, but couldn't. The hand felt like a ton of weight, gripping his hair fiercely, feeling as if his scalp were about to be torn off.
Under the intense pain, Brother Hào finally realized he was outmatched and had to beg for mercy.
"Mistake, mistake, big brother! Let go, let go! I apologize, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts."
Chén Fān couldn't hold him down forever. More and more people were gathering, and he didn't want to attract the police just for a movie, it was too troublesome.
With a kick, the muscular man rolled sideways.
Brother Hào immediately got up and ran without a word.
After the chaotic scene, the few thugs who had arrived arrogantly had disappeared.
Chén Fān smiled faintly and turned his gaze to the pimple-faced man.
"I'm sorry, beautiful lady. I was a toad wanting to eat swan meat. I caused you trouble! I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
He was so scared his legs were trembling, hoping Chén Fān would let him go now.
Chén Fān curled his lips. "Open your payment code!"
The pimple-faced man, sweating, opened his phone.
Chén Fān opened WeChat and directly scanned five thousand yuan to the man.
"Get lost!"
The pimple-faced man stared for two seconds, then lowered his head, clutched his arm, and left at his fastest speed.
The security guards were full of confusion. Why was he given money? He wouldn't have dared to say anything if he wasn't given it, right?
Chén Fān actually understood this. But he was afraid that this man would report him to the police and sue him afterward, causing him a lot of trouble. If it were before, he wouldn't have given it, after all, it was five thousand yuan.
But now, he had the ability to resolve trouble with five thousand yuan.
Returning to the lounge area, Chén Xuě, rarely, spoke first.
"You... seem to have changed."
Chén Fān smiled proudly, understanding she was referring to his calm act of giving away five thousand yuan.
"Have you seen a nouveau riche? Your boy is loaded now!"
Chén Xuě looked at Chén Fān seriously.
"You're being kept."
She said a shocking sentence in the most casual tone.
Chén Fān was furious.
"Can't I achieve it through my own effort? Do you look down on people? Hey, what's with that look in your eyes!"
Chén Xuě: "A look of disbelief."
Chén Fān: "I! I really can't do anything about you. Are you free tomorrow morning? Accompany me to buy a car, okay?"
Chén Xuě: "Mm, I knew you were being kept."
...
The next day.
Six o'clock in the morning.
Chén Fān was woken by the alarm clock on his bedside table.
Suppressing his sleepiness, Chén Fān struggled to get up, did a simple wash, and then entered the game.
He had exited in too much of a hurry last time, not even having the chance to thoroughly explore his own divine-level warship.
On the deck, Chén Fān opened his eyes.
"Ah! What is this?!"
Chén Fān was startled by a dog's face with fangs in front of him.
"What is this thing? A... seal?"
"Huh? Why am I tied up? What's going on? I'm being kidnapped on my own ship!!?"