247: Chapter 247 Can You Afford It?
(Fourth Update) 247: Chapter 247 Can You Afford It?
(Fourth Update) The killing intent around them kept surging.
Damn it, this guy was even leisurely drinking milk tea.
“Hey, that guy, didn’t you say you were gonna gouge out your eyeballs?” Zhang Fan leaned back in his chair, speaking to the youth who had made a bet with him earlier.
“Get lost!”
The man bellowed, stood up, and turned to leave.
“Hey, you haven’t paid yet,” the waitress chased after him.
Zhang Fan was quite pleased, basking in the envious looks around him, feeling secretly thrilled.
Ye Yanran and Weng Shuang also noticed the atmosphere around them, especially Weng Shuang, whose eyes suddenly filled with anger.
This guy was definitely doing it on purpose.
“If you don’t leave now, we’re going to leave,” Weng Shuang stood up and said.
“Right away, right away,” Zhang Fan said and hurriedly gestured.
“Waitress, check please.”
“That’ll be fifty-four!” A male waiter came over, his face full of killing aura.
Zhang Fan searched his pockets, then looked embarrassed.
“Ask them; I didn’t bring any money.”
“Damn it, this guy, making a girl pay, is he even a man,” someone roared.
“Damn, my god, are these girls blind?
How could they fall for such a guy, it’s just not fair!”
However, when Weng Shuang took out money from her wallet, everyone’s eyes were practically shooting fire.
Damn it, the girl was actually taking out money!
A brilliant smile appeared on Zhang Fan’s face.
“What can I say, it’s tough being this handsome!”
“Handsome my ass!”
Angry voices rose again.
“Stop pretending, hurry up and go with us.
Aren’t you uncomfortable if you don’t make trouble for a day?” Ye Yanran’s eyes were also sparking, and then she turned her head to speak to Weng Shuang.
“You see?
This is what he’s like.
I suggest you think it over.
Humph, if it were me, I wouldn’t let him do the healing.”
Thinking about the healing method Zhang Fan used on Weng Shuang, Ye Yanran felt a sense of loss in her heart.
Years of hard work on a cabbage, only to have it messed up by a pig.
Zhang Fan grinned: “When you begged me to heal you, you weren’t saying that.
Speaking of which, your illness isn’t fully cured yet.
If you have a relapse, don’t come looking for me, okay?”
Looking at Ye Yanran’s hot figure, Zhang Fan couldn’t help but reminisce about the days he spent healing her.
Damn it, if he hadn’t been so busy during that time, he surely wouldn’t have missed such a chance.
Well, catching up now wouldn’t be too bad either.
Ye Yanran’s eyebrows trembled, her chest heaved, and at the thought of being touched all over by Zhang Fan, her face turned crimson.
“Get lost!
Better dead than cured,” Ye Yanran said, pulling Weng Shuang away with her.
Zhang Fan chuckled ruefully.
The tigress wasn’t falling for it, what a pity.
But heh, Weng Shuang wasn’t bad either.
Soon, Zhang Fan’s imagination was filled with various positions.
“What are you standing there for?
Keep up,” Ye Yanran said, seeing Zhang Fan’s sly smile, she immediately shouted.
“I’m coming,” Zhang Fan jogged to catch up, walking shoulder to shoulder with Weng Shuang.
But soon, Zhang Fan regretted it.
His hands were already laden with various bags.
Clothes, trousers, though not heavy, goddammit, all this stop-and-go was giving him sore feet.
Logically speaking, he was a man who could carry a weight of 40KG and trek 20 kilometers; why was he feeling so weak after less than two hours of walking?
Indeed, accompanying a woman shopping is an unspeakably horrific affair.
However, Ye Yanran and Weng Shuang were enjoying themselves all along the way.
One moment they’d dash into this clothing store, the next into that shoe shop.
And there was Zhang Fan, laden with big and small packages, looking utterly miserable.
“Zhang Fan, come here,” Weng Shuang suddenly said.
“What’s up?” Zhang Fan hurried over.
“Try on this piece of clothing,” Weng Shuang said, waving a piece of men’s clothing in her hand.
Zhang Fan took a close look and immediately shook his head.
“I think I’ll pass, it’s better to keep a low profile.
Wearing this out, I’d be a marked man for sure,” Zhang Fan shook his head again.
Regarding his basic needs, he still remained at a previous level and didn’t have much desire for anything more.
It wasn’t a matter of being stingy with money, mainly, buying clothes is damn troublesome, why not just wear something casual and be done with it.
“Hehe, isn’t this our great hero?
When did he turn into someone’s lackey?
Besides, can you even afford these clothes?”
Yi Bing, holding the arm of a charming woman, came over.
He had intended to buy some clothes and show off, but unexpectedly ran into Zhang Fan.
And, Zhang Fan was with Weng Shuang.
Who didn’t know Weng Shuang’s infamous reputation for bringing misfortune to her husbands?
Was this guy courting death by trying to cozy up to a wealthy widow?
A familiar voice instantly revitalized Zhang Fan.
“Oh, Young Master Yi, what a coincidence, running into you here.
Forgot your pain once the scar healed?
Come, let me give you a ‘buff.’ I’ll make sure you don’t leave bed for a month,” Zhang Fan chuckled.
Coldness filled Yi Bing’s eyes; he hadn’t forgotten the kicks from Zhang Fan at all.
He stepped back and then coldly glanced at Weng Shuang, before staring at Zhang Fan and said, “Kid, if you’re going to hang off a rich lady’s coattails, at least pick a good one.
You really aren’t afraid of losing your life, huh?
The Weng Family’s young miss isn’t someone you can climb up to.”
Yi Bing’s voice was very loud, almost roaring.
Suddenly, the eyes of everyone in the shop were turned their way.
“Bing, is this the famous young miss of the Weng Family?” The woman beside Yi Bing chuckled, arching her back and looking over at Weng Shuang; her eyes filled with jealousy.
Hmph, so what if she’s good-looking, she still can’t find anyone to want her.
“Shh, that’s the young miss of the Weng Family?
This is my first time seeing her, she’s quite pretty!”
“Heh, what’s the use of being pretty?
She’s jinxed two fiancés to death, one was supposedly a childhood friend.
Isn’t that just cursing people?”
A low murmur of discussion began, and suddenly, Weng Shuang’s bright smile dimmed.
A mist appeared in her eyes!
Zhang Fan stood up, his gaze turning cold as well.
“Idiot, got a problem with me?
Come at me.
Bullying a girl, what kind of scumbag does that make you?” Zhang Fan approached Yi Bing, his fists already cracking.
In his life, the thing he despised the most was men who bullied women.
“Heh, and what are you, exactly?
A poor wretch trying to cozy up to power.
Clothes here cost tens of thousands a piece, can you afford that?
Being good at fighting, what’s that worth?
At best, you’re just a thug, a lowlife.
Someone like you could never afford these luxuries in your life,” Yi Bing mocked.
“Hehe, exactly, just look at what he’s wearing—it must be some cheap knock-off from a street stall.
He dares to come here without taking a good look at himself,” the woman said, and then she flashed the handbag she was holding.
“See this?
LV.
Just this bag costs fifty thousand.
You poor sod, can you afford it?”