Chapter 36 – My Man Is Very Strong

Yi An’an blinked sleepily, lifting her face to look at Zhan Nanhui in a daze. “Weren’t you supposed to help a sow give birth? Why are you here to pick me up?”

Zhan Nanhui didn’t respond. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, his sharp gaze locked on Tang A’ren’s hand resting on Yi An’an’s arm—and especially on that unsightly cotton coat draped over her. His entire presence radiated an intimidating pressure.

When they got off the bus, Tang A’ren had noticed the cold and, worried about the just-awoken Yi An’an catching a chill, had reached out to pull his coat further over her shoulders. The gesture ended up making it look like he was hugging her from behind.

Realizing this, Tang A’ren hastily withdrew his hand, causing the coat to slip off Yi An’an. He quickly bent down to catch it and clutched it tightly in his arms before bowing to Zhan Nanhui and taking off running.

Zhan Nanhui watched Tang A’ren’s retreating figure coldly, about to say something, when the woman in front of him suddenly leaned against his shoulder.

Startled, he looked down to see Yi An’an had closed her eyes again. Shivering from the cold, she reached out her hands, feeling around on him, trying to find a warm spot.

“Yi An’an, what are you doing?” Zhan Nanhui frowned and asked in a low voice.

Still not fully awake, Yi An’an only felt that this “seat” she was leaning on was warm and springy, with a pleasant feel.

Zhan Nanhui’s nerves jumped as the woman’s hands explored him. Last night’s dream came rushing back, and he flushed bright red. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and caught her wandering hands, pinning them behind her.

With her hands restricted, Yi An’an leaned even closer to him, rubbing her soft cheek against his tense jaw.

And with nothing blocking the space between them, the contours of her body pressed more closely against him.

Zhan Nanhui’s body tensed completely. Only then did he realize that pinning her hands behind her back was a terrible idea.

“Yi An’an, wake up!” he said in a low voice, releasing one arm to gently shake her shoulder.

Still half-asleep, Yi An’an tilted her head up from his chest, opened one sleepy eye, glanced at him, and murmured, “Home already? Sleepy… so sleepy…” Then she tried to wriggle out of his grip and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Zhan Nanhui frowned. He wanted to push her away, but when he looked down and saw the red bow in her braid, he remembered the ripples from their dream. In that dream, Yi An’an was his woman. How could he just leave a half-asleep woman lying out in the cold?

Hesitating briefly, he finally bent down and lifted her into his arms.

Yi An’an, still asleep, found the perfect resting spot—warm, springy, and scented with fresh grass—and relaxed completely. She slept deeply all the way home, drooling all over Zhan Nanhui’s cotton coat.

“So gross,” Zhan Nanhui muttered as he approached the gate. Just as he looked up, he saw Chen Sisi standing there.

His expression darkened. Wordlessly, he walked up to open the gate.

Chen Sisi had seen him carrying Yi An’an from a distance and was so furious she stomped her foot, but she knew she couldn’t upset him. She still needed his help with math if she wanted to pass the college entrance exam.

“Brother Zhan, let me open the gate for you!” she offered quickly, seeing his hands full.

Zhan Nanhui gave a blank nod. As soon as he stepped inside, he kicked the gate shut behind him—locking Chen Sisi out.

The gate almost slammed into her nose. Face flushed, books in hand, she gripped the bars and cried, “Brother Zhan, why are you treating me like this? I just want to ask a few questions! I rely on you now—are you afraid I’ll compete with you?”

Zhan Nanhui turned his head and said coldly, “Just call me by my name. I don’t deserve to be your ‘brother’.”

“I’ve always called you that!” she snapped.

“And I never agreed to it. That was your choice,” he replied curtly.

Chen Sisi’s lips trembled. “Zhan Nanhui, I’ve already apologized. How long are you going to hold this over me? I told you—the guy I was with couldn’t do anything. He never even touched me. I…”

“Pfft!” Yi An’an suddenly laughed from his arms.

Chen Sisi went pale.

Zhan Nanhui looked down at Yi An’an, narrowing his eyes.

Yi An’an, realizing she couldn’t pretend to be asleep anymore, fluttered her eyes open and looked at him innocently. “I couldn’t help it—you two were talking so loud you woke me up!”

Zhan Nanhui frowned. “Then why are you still being carried?”

Yi An’an tugged lightly at his neck, pouting. “You’ve already carried me this far—what’s a few more meters?”

Zhan Nanhui hesitated. Before he could say anything, Yi An’an turned to Chen Sisi with a sweet smile and said, “Comrade Chen, if your man’s performance issues are that bad, maybe don’t tell everyone—it’s embarrassing! My man’s very strong, so I can’t really relate to your struggles.”

Chen Sisi’s face turned from pale to dark. She glared at Yi An’an and said, “You’re making things up! I don’t have a man—I’m not even married!”

“Oh, did I hear wrong? Well, anyway, this is a new era—being unmarried doesn’t mean you can’t have a man. But you really need to use protection! Getting pregnant would be a real problem. Not like us—we’re married. If I get pregnant, we just have the baby. Legal and proper.” Yi An’an beamed and looked sweetly at Zhan Nanhui. “Right, my man?”

Zhan Nanhui’s mind was now entirely consumed by the words: “My man is very strong.” Whatever Yi An’an had said to Chen Sisi afterward, he completely tuned out.

But how did she know he was strong?

As Zhan Nanhui drifted into wild speculation, Yi An’an brought him back with another wave of:

“My man, my man, my man…”

Zhan Nanhui tried to keep a straight face, still upset about being tricked into heavy labor. But for some reason… he just couldn’t stop his lips from curling up.