Chapter 11 The Hooligan
Lu Ziheng raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a half-smile, "Borrow?"
Ran Yu nodded her head and reached out to take back her bag, but who knew...
She was initially stunned, then clenched her teeth and started tugging fiercely.
Damn it!
This guy looked pretty refined, how could he be so strong!
After a tug-of-war, Lu Ziheng's hand holding the strap of the bag still hadn't budged, and Ran Yu, out of patience, glared at him furiously, "Are you fucking looking for trouble? Let go now!"
Hearing the swear words, Lu Ziheng's brows furrowed noticeably, "Don't curse."
"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?" Ran Yu intentionally raised her voice as she swore and continued to pull the bag back fiercely, "Let go, do you hear me!"
Lu Ziheng, watching her grimace as she bared her teeth, suddenly loosened his grip.
As expected...
"Ah!" Ran Yu screamed.
Bastard! At least give me a heads-up when you let go...
"Wife, how could you be so careless?" A deep, teasing voice sounded above her head.
The driver... aka Gong Mu, was staring blankly at the scene.
Ran Yu's face turned red very quickly.
Not from shyness, but... from anger!
She quickly steadied herself, pushed Lu Ziheng away with one hand, and didn't forget to kick hard at his leg twice, "You pervert, who's your wife?"
Footprints instantly stained his crisp suit pants, but Lu Ziheng didn't care, and his face remained as smiley as before, "You are. Just now upstairs, you agreed to my proposal with your own lips."
"Are you sick or something!" Ran Yu rolled her eyes disdainfully, "You believe what a woman says? Have you never been in a relationship?"
Without waiting for Lu Ziheng to speak, she turned around and sprinted off.
Lu Ziheng: "..."
He was actually... played (ditched) by a little girl?
Gong Mu was anxious and quickly asked, "Third Young Master, should we chase after her?"
Lu Ziheng narrowed his eyes in silence.
That girl ran quite fast, and in a blink of an eye, she had already covered a good distance.
Her 1.67-meter-tall figure was trim and well-proportioned...
Lu Ziheng rolled his Adam's apple without any change in expression, and in the next second, his face was back to normal, "Drive."
"Huh?" Gong Mu was gobsmacked.
Just like that?
...
The Range Rover slowly drove out of the residential community.
Lu Ziheng was sitting in the car, and after a while, he couldn't help but take out his phone and turn it on.
After he got home last night, he had requested Ran Yu's friendship through her phone number, but lo and behold... she had not accepted it yet!
Lu Ziheng couldn't help but sigh softly. Such a simple wife, I really worry about the intelligence of our future children, unless...
Gong Mu heard the sigh and quickly glanced in the rear-view mirror.
Huh, why did his boss look so deeply aggrieved one moment and then so sleazily happy the next?
"Back to the company," Lu Ziheng put down his phone and ordered.
"Yes," Gong Mu replied, then mustered the courage to ask, "Third Young Master, what about Miss Ran..."
Lu Ziheng had a mischievously crooked smile, "Keep someone on her tail."
"Yes."
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Ran Yu went out through the back door, looking for an ATM to withdraw money.
Ever since she became rebellious in her first year of high school, Ran Dongkui had tightly controlled her allowance, and the consequence of being extravagant and not knowing restraint was... there were only a few hundred bucks left in her account.
Ran Yu took out a cigarette and a lighter, lighting it up with frustration.
Being broke can really kill a hero's spirit!
After withdrawing all her money, she went to replace her card, and then went to a thrift shop to buy a knockoff phone. She called Shen Ao, "Bro Shen, got any gigs lately? Hook me up with a few."
"There are some, but they're all in the afternoon. Aren't you supposed to attend the university entrance exam tutoring class?" Shen Ao asked.
"Screw that! I need money now!"
Shen Ao: "...Okay."
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Back to the villa in the southern part of the city.
Although Ran Yu felt it was rather embarrassing, Feng Yanyan was beyond delighted, "Yu Bro, just settle in here peacefully, I'm bored by myself anyway."
"Thanks."
"What are you thanking me for, we're as close as can be," Feng Yanyan said grinning, resting her chin in her hands and gazing at her admiringly, "By the way, Yu Bro, what are your plans next?"
Ran Yu glanced at her coolly, "No plans."
Feng Yanyan: "..."
Three days later, under the scorching sun.
Under the Fifth Ring Elevated Bridge in the suburbs, Ran Yu got out of the car and Shen Letian came scurrying up to her, "Xiaoyu, you're gonna make a fortune today. The gig Bro Shen got this time is freaking awesome. The prize for first place is 300,000, but I'm worried..."
"Cut the crap." Ran Yu snatched the safety helmet from his hand and strode forward.