Chen Xing'er: Chen Tianjiao, are you a devil!
Chen Xing'er had lost all the eager excitement she had upon first arriving at Hu Ji. With so many eyes on her, how could she possibly eat with any semblance of calm?
Seeing her listless demeanor, Chen Fan frowned, "The taste is off?"
At his question, Hu Dechang, who was busy frying skewers, instantly began to tremble like a sieve.
If it wasn't tasty, this man couldn't possibly fry himself for revenge, could he!
While Hu Dechang was reassuring himself, Chen Fan had already casually picked up a skewer and begun to taste it—
After a couple of bites, he nodded, "Indeed, it's not bad."
No wonder they had such long queues every day.
The only one in the entire front hall remaining calm and composed was Chen Fan himself.
After leisurely filling his stomach, Chen Fan stood up from his seat, "Alright."
He then looked at Chen Xing'er, "Can we go home now?"
Chen Xing'er glanced at the owner of Hu Ji and his young daughter behind her, her eyes conveying a hint of worry to Chen Fan.
If they left like this.
Would Hu Dechang continue to trouble the father and daughter?
Chen Fan saw the look on her face and knew she intended to meddle in this affair. However—
This matter was far more complicated than she imagined.
Even if he could drive Hu Dechang away today, what about tomorrow, and the day after?
He couldn't protect them all the time.
Furthermore, even without Hu Dechang.
If they couldn't protect the secret formula, there would be Zhang Dechang, Xu Dechang in the future—
Someone would always covet and snatch it away.
This was Ouloupa, where open and covert struggles played out daily.
Clearly, Hu Ji's owner had also thoroughly considered all these things Chen Fan was thinking about.
He looked as if he had aged several years, standing there hunched over, sighing deeply, his decision evidently made.
He nodded gratefully to Chen Xing'er, knowing she wanted to help him, but...
"Miss, I will sell the formula. This young man won't trouble us once he has it. You don't need to worry. Please return with this gentleman."
Chen Xing'er surveyed her surroundings, then nodded and walked behind Chen Fan, leaving Hu Ji.
Of course, as she left, she didn't forget to cast a fierce glare at Hu Dechang.
The oppressive aura within Hu Ji dissipated as soon as Chen Fan left.
Hu Dechang's expression immediately turned cold.
"Find someone to follow them."
He was unprepared today and suffered defeat at the hands of this brat.
But Hu Dechang was vengeful; he would surely reclaim his lost face next time!
He wanted to see how he would escape with his heavenly abilities then!
Dare to ask him to fry skewers for him?!
Then don't blame him for throwing everyone around him into the oil pot!
Chen Fan truly didn't expect that a simple meal would lead to such trouble.
How could he not know he had a tail following him?
Chen Fan's brows furrowed.
He hadn't expected Hu Dechang to be so tactless.
He had already let him off the hook, but the man had come back for more.
Sensing Chen Fan's unease, Chen Xing'er's expression also turned serious. "Did something happen?"
Chen Fan shook his head, "It's nothing. There are quite a few annoying insects in Ouloupa."
Insects?!
Chen Xing'er looked around. Where were the insects?
Confused, she was led back home by Chen Fan.
Just as she was about to go upstairs to rest, Chen Fan stopped her before they entered the house. "Don't go out for the next couple of days. If you need to go out, tell me. And if someone knocks, just ignore it."
"If you have any problems, come straight to the study to find me."
After giving his instructions, Chen Fan went back to his room.
Chen Xing'er's confusion only deepened.
What was all this about?
She rubbed her earlobe with a perplexed expression and then returned to her room, utterly bewildered.
Ever since he discovered the tail following him, Chen Fan knew that Hu Dechang's business was far from over. He was bound to come looking for him eventually, but Chen Fan hadn't expected him to come so soon.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Three violent and urgent knocks echoed.
It wasn't just the two people inside who heard it; the sound likely reached their neighbors.
Chen Fan immediately looked up from the documents in his hands, took a deep breath, and stood up.
As he descended the stairs, Chen Xing'er was already standing in the hall, her face a mask of astonishment.
She pointed to the surveillance camera by the door, gesturing to Chen Fan, "Who do you think it is?"
"Hu Dechang."
Heh!
Amazing!
Chen Xing'er showed no sign of tension in the face of impending danger. Instead, she looked at Chen Fan with great interest, "How did you know? Are you a fortune teller?"
Chen Fan shot her a look—given her carefree nature, it was a miracle she had lived this long.
With that thought, Chen Fan walked forward and opened the door.
Standing at the forefront was none other than Hu Dechang.
However, today he was dressed respectably, in a sharp suit.
He had even styled his hair handsomely.
"Surprised, aren't you? We meet again."
Hu Dechang smirked smugly, pushed Chen Fan aside, and strode into the room.
Simultaneously, the people behind him filed in one after another, ignoring everything around them.
Hu Dechang's eyes scanned the villa. He clicked his tongue and shook his head, "I didn't expect you to be living quite so well, brat."
Chen Fan lazily leaned against the wall, waiting for Hu Dechang to state his purpose.
"How about this,"
Hu Dechang's smile contorted his features, making him look somewhat nauseating, "Either you pay some money to buy your lives, and I'll leave with my men immediately."