Chapter 33: How could he touch a girl’s butt?!

Tang A’ren glanced at Yi An’an but didn’t dare say another word.

That drawing—although the facial features weren’t very clear—the outfit and body shape looked very much like Yi An’an.

“It’s me,” Yi An’an said helplessly. Looks like she really needed to secure the rights to that book series quickly, or else she’d end up in jail!

“It’s really you?” Tang A’ren couldn’t help crying out in surprise, then quickly lowered his voice, afraid someone would hear. “You actually sold pirated books? What if you get caught…”

“I’m not selling them anymore!” Yi An’an quickly reassured him. “Don’t be scared. I’ll find a way to get the rights to those books, then I’ll sell them!”

Tang A’ren still looked worried. “If you’re going to the hair salon every day for the next month, I’ll take time off and go with you. If anyone tries to give you trouble, at least I’m a guy and can help.”

Yi An’an was just about to decline when she looked up and saw Zhan Nan Hui standing nearby, his face cold as ice.

Yi An’an rubbed her forehead in frustration. Why did this man always show up so “coincidentally”?

“Tang A’ren, it’s really fine. You’ve got your own work to do. I’ll just be careful,” she said quickly, hinting for him to leave.

Tang A’ren thought she was just being polite and said, “No worries. It’s cold now, and there’s not much to do on the farm anyway. Everyone just sits around chatting. Helping you gives me peace of mind.”

Without giving her a chance to refuse again, Tang A’ren insisted, “Then I’ll wait here for you tomorrow!”

Yi An’an nervously glanced at Zhan Nan Hui’s expression—oh god, his face was darker than the bottom of a pig trough! She suddenly remembered the promise she made to him and quickly said, “Really, you don’t have to come. If you do, I’ll have to cover your travel and meals too—it’s too expensive! You go back. If I need you, I’ll come find you!”

Saying that, Yi An’an rushed over to Zhan Nan Hui with a bright smile, grabbed his arm, and started dragging him away.

“…” Tang A’ren froze, the smile on his face stiffening.

She was telling the truth—she was the one paying for travel and meals. With no work on the farm recently, the educated youth center only provided food, not money…

“Well then…” Tang A’ren turned around helplessly, still wanting to say more, but when he looked up, Yi An’an had already walked far away, holding Zhan Nan Hui’s arm.

Watching their backs, Tang A’ren pouted. Such a good woman… why did she have to marry a bad element like him?!

“Did your studying go well today? Any questions you couldn’t solve?” Yi An’an tried to butter him up, because the man looked absolutely furious. His dark eyes were icy cold!

Zhan Nan Hui didn’t say a word.

He had been restless all day and couldn’t concentrate at all.

He kept wondering what Yi An’an and Tang A’ren were doing the whole time, what they were talking about. By evening, he checked the time and estimated that the bus would arrive soon, so he went to the stop. He waited half an hour before seeing Yi An’an and Tang A’ren get off the bus together.

They’d been together all day, rode the bus together, and even after getting off, they lingered, talking like they didn’t want to part. Especially Yi An’an, who seemed to be comforting Tang A’ren!

Great! Just great! Yesterday she told him she’d keep her distance from men and avoid gossip, and now, less than 24 hours later, she’d already forgotten everything!

The more Zhan Nan Hui thought about it, the angrier he got. His pace quickened, jawline tight with frustration.

Yi An’an was still holding onto his arm. As he walked faster, she had to speed up too. But with her short legs, she had to take one and a half steps for every one of his. She quickly got tired—after all, she had worked all day and earned 50 yuan! She’d even brought him meat buns from the state-run restaurant, and this man, after eating her food, dared give her attitude?

Thinking of this, Yi An’an suddenly darted forward and pounced onto his back, throwing her arms around his neck, meat bun still in hand. She said sternly, “Zhan Nan Hui, I’m trying to talk nicely to you, and you’re giving me attitude? Hmph, I’ll just feed these meat buns to the pigs instead!”

The scent of the meat buns wafted over—but it was nothing compared to the fragrance of the girl herself. Especially when Yi An’an spoke close to his ear, her warm breath tickled him, her scent and softness overwhelming his senses.

Zhan Nan Hui’s expression faltered. He barked, “Get down!”

But Yi An’an refused. She was tired and didn’t want to walk anymore. She clung tightly to his neck, her legs dangling stubbornly.

Zhan Nan Hui grew frustrated and reached out—smack!—he gave her butt a pat.

Both of them froze.

Yi An’an was furious that he dared hit her butt, and Zhan Nan Hui was shocked that his palm felt so hot. How could he touch a girl’s butt like that—even if she was his wife in name?!

“Zhan Nan Hui, how dare you hit me!” Yi An’an jumped off him at once, pointing at him and yelling.

Zhan Nan Hui, feeling guilty, quickly lowered his head and apologized to cover his embarrassment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

“Didn’t mean to? The first time always leads to a second and a third!” Yi An’an said angrily. Domestic violence is either zero times or endless times!

“It won’t happen again, I swear!” Zhan Nan Hui quickly promised. How could he ever touch a girl’s butt again? Absolutely not!

“It definitely will happen again!” Yi An’an finally had the upper hand, and pouted in grievance.

She bought him buns, and he hit her!

Zhan Nan Hui was sweating nervously. It was the first time he’d crossed a line like that. He hurriedly turned around, offering his back like a well-behaved child. “If you want me to carry you, I’ll carry you. I promise I won’t make that mistake again!”

Yi An’an knew when to stop pushing her luck. She climbed onto his back again and gave his butt a good slap. “Giddy-up!”

Zhan Nan Hui froze. Did… did that count as getting even?

“Hurry up! What are you spacing out for?” Yi An’an shouted.

Zhan Nan Hui had no choice but to walk on. But where she slapped him still tingled, almost like little ants crawling straight into his heart.

His slap had definitely been harder than hers.

…Why did he suddenly feel like he wanted her to slap him again?