Chapter 28: A Sexy Man

Zhan Nanhui quickly pulled back, dodging Chen Sisi’s outstretched finger. His voice was low and stern: “I don’t like it. You misunderstood. Take it away.”

Yi An’an had planned to get up and leave. She didn’t want to watch the lovebird act between those two. But upon hearing Zhan Nanhui’s words, she withdrew the arm that had moved and sat her butt right back down without hesitation. Her big eyes sparkled as she got ready to watch the show.

Chen Sisi’s face flushed red. She whispered, “Brother Zhan, it really tastes good. Just try one bite—just one! You’ll definitely like it!”

Zhan Nanhui frowned, clearly irritated. His deep voice was laced with suppressed anger and natural intimidation: “Are your fingers clean?”

Chen Sisi was stunned. She looked at him nervously, then sheepishly pulled her hand back and said in a small voice, “I did wash them—really! Or I could use chopsticks and get you a piece?”

“There’s no need. Please leave,” Zhan Nanhui said coldly, his expression ice-cold.

Chen Sisi looked at him with grievance in her eyes. Her eyes reddened immediately. She looked up at Zhan Nanhui. Maybe it was because he had just bathed, but today, he looked especially handsome. His features were so striking, his aura so strong—it made him even more irresistible.

She pleaded in a soft voice, “I still have questions I don’t understand… I know you don’t want to explain them to me, but could you write the answers down? I’ll look at them at home. It won’t take up much of your time.”

Her voice trembled with a sob. Her gaze toward Zhan Nanhui was full of supplication.

Her pale face, watery big eyes filled with tears, soft pink lips slightly pouting from being bitten, and that curvaceous body—especially her tiny waist—seemed to be made to press up against Zhan Nanhui. Who wouldn’t be tempted by a woman like that?

“Give it to me,” Zhan Nanhui said, extending his hand toward her.

Yi An’an sighed inwardly. Of course. Who wouldn’t like such a delicate, charming woman?

She found it boring now and was about to leave with her rice bowl.

But just as her butt lifted from the chair, Zhan Nanhui’s indifferent voice came again: “You can’t even solve such a simple problem? Honestly, I don’t think you even need to take the exam.”

Yi An’an blinked and couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. She sat back down again.

As expected, Chen Sisi immediately burst into tears. Her voice was pitiful: “Brother Zhan, why are you being so harsh with me? I went to college before too. I have a foundation!”

“I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m being honest. I suggest you don’t waste your time—or mine,” Zhan Nanhui said expressionlessly. He returned the notebook she had handed him without even looking at it. Then he stood up, picked up both his and Yi An’an’s bowls and chopsticks, and walked over to the well to wash them.

Chen Sisi wanted to follow, but Yi An’an stepped in front of her.

“Comrade Chen, my man is preparing for his college entrance exam. He’s on a tight schedule. Please stop coming around. Go find someone else if you want help,” Yi An’an said coldly.

Chen Sisi stomped her foot in frustration and muttered, “Your man? Yi An’an, you married some random guy and lied about being pregnant. You think I don’t know?”

Yi An’an frowned. How did Chen Sisi know about that? Everyone in the village thought she had been involved with Zhan Nanhui before and was now pregnant!

She glanced at Zhan Nanhui, who was washing dishes. Could it be he was the one who told her?

“I’m telling you, you and Brother Zhan are not the same kind of people. Don’t dream about keeping him. Once he gets into college, he’ll definitely dump you,” Chen Sisi said sharply.

“Wife!” Before Yi An’an could reply, Zhan Nanhui—who was by the well—suddenly called out to her.

Back at the train station, Yi An’an had been too focused on Tang Arens to notice how he addressed her. But now, she heard it loud and clear.

“It’s cold out here. Come inside,” Zhan Nanhui said quietly. He placed the clean dishes in the kitchen, then pulled Yi An’an into the shed and shut the door behind them—leaving Chen Sisi outside.

Yi An’an glanced at him.

Zhan Nanhui walked straight to the table, lit a candle without expression, and began reading.

Outside, Chen Sisi was still yelling, “Brother Zhan, I know you’re still mad at me, but I really know I was wrong! I’ll prove to you that this time, I’ll go through everything with you—we’ll go to college together!”

Zhan Nanhui didn’t even lift his eyes and continued reading.

Yi An’an ignored her too, picking up her basket of thread to keep making hair ornaments.

One person reading, the other doing crafts. They completely ignored the person outside. Not thinking about anything else, time passed in peace.

No one knew how long it had been before Yi An’an dozed off, resting her head on the table.

Zhan Nanhui looked up from his book, tired, and saw her leaning there asleep. He couldn’t help the bob of his Adam’s apple.

To help him study in peace, Yi An’an had brought the charcoal brazier inside. The shed was small, so it had become warm. As she worked, she got hot and had taken off her coat, leaving her in only a white shirt. Now, as she leaned over, the collar had slipped down one shoulder, revealing her slender neck and part of her pale, smooth shoulder. Her lips were red, her fingers resting on the table soft and pink—so beautiful he couldn’t look away.

A wave of heat surged from his lower abdomen. He wanted to look away but couldn’t bear to. His jaw tightened, Adam’s apple bobbing. He swallowed hard.

Suddenly, Zhan Nanhui stood up and walked out.

His sudden movement startled the sleeping Yi An’an. She looked at his retreating figure, frowning slightly. She glanced outside, then noticed a watch under the table—she had been wondering about the time.

She picked it up—it was an imported Swiss Enicar. Though not as famous as Rolex, Yi An’an had lived next to a watch shop in her previous life and recognized it immediately. Even after decades, it could still sell for over a hundred thousand.

She thought back to how he had dressed that day and then looked at the expensive watch again. Clearly, this man had been hiding his true identity long before those people came to pick him up.

Hearing movement outside, Yi An’an quickly put the watch back and stepped off the heated bed barefoot. She peeked out through the door crack.

Zhan Nanhui had drawn a bucket of icy cold water from the well. Stripping off his shirt, he dumped the whole thing over his head.

Water cascaded down his smooth, toned waist and tight abdomen, shimmering under the faint moonlight like diamonds, outlining an indescribable, magnetic sexiness…