DLSRWAR Chapter 35 The best girl to pursue is still your own wife.

Big Fatty came out of the private room and bumped into Ye Hancheng and Chen Siya at the entrance. Even with his usually thick-skinned demeanor, he could tell what kind of situation this was. He awkwardly smiled, ready to retreat back into the room as if nothing had happened.

But suddenly, Ye Hancheng reached out and grabbed him by the collar. “I’m leaving with the sports rep first.”

Big Fatty blinked in surprise. “Huh?”

Without waiting for a response, Ye Hancheng turned and headed toward the door, completely ignoring Chen Siya, who was standing beside him.

Big Fatty watched as his Brother Han left, then glanced at Chen Siya, who was still standing there in a daze. Realizing he might have just ruined something for her, he silently slipped back into the room.

Chen Siya fumed in silence, her frustration growing with no outlet for it, so she could only bitterly complain about the situation in her mind.

Ye Hancheng quickly left the KTV and immediately spotted Qin Yumian outside. The other person was squatting on the ground, seemingly occupied with something.

He walked over, his gaze passing over Qin Yumian’s head and landing on her hands. She was gently stroking the fluffy head of a kitten.

Ye Hancheng stood behind Qin Yumian, watching as the girl tenderly petted the kitten’s fur. In a trance, he saw a glimpse of his once soft and sweet wife in her.

He recalled that his wife had always loved small animals. The dog they had at home was one Qin Yumian had picked up from the street one day. 

After some time, they realized it was just a house-wrecking husky. It not only took over his bed but also loved to snuggle up to Qin Yumian and act all spoiled.

Of course, later on, Ye Hancheng ended up taking over the husky’s bed (the sofa), so it was fair to say that what goes around comes around.

Qin Yumian was fully absorbed in petting the cat when suddenly, a slightly jealous voice sounded behind her. “Do you like it that much?”

He had been standing there for quite a while, yet his wife hadn’t even noticed him. Back in the day, the moment he walked through the door, he’d be greeted by a sweet, soft little wife. But now, he had to even be jealous of a cat.

Qin Yumian turned her head, first noticing a pair of long, straight legs. Her gaze slowly traveled upward until it met Ye Hancheng’s handsome, striking face.

Qin Yumian withdrew her hand from the cat and stood up. “Let’s go.”

Ye Hancheng glanced at the cat that was meowing softly. “Is this a stray?”

Qin Yumian shook her head. “No.”

How could a stray be so clean? 

Ye Hancheng quickly strode to her side. “I’ll get you a cat.”

Qin Yumian shook her head again. “No.”

“Why not? Don’t you like cats?”

Without much expression, Qin Yumian countered, “Do you have to own something just because you like it?”

Ye Hancheng looked at her delicate profile, his tone seemingly casual but carrying weight. “I don’t know if others need to own what they like, but I know that if it’s something you like, even if it’s a star from the sky, I’d want to give it to you.”

Qin Yumian was momentarily taken aback and turned to look at him. His gaze was serious, not just idle words.

The dim streetlight cast long shadows of the two of them on the ground.

“It should take about twenty minutes to walk back to school from here,” Ye Hancheng said, suddenly enthusiastic as he thought of something. “Sports rep, are you tired? How about I drive you?”

They had just reached the street across from the hotel, where his red and black motorcycle was parked in the hotel parking lot.

Qin Yumian: “…”

What was up with acting so impulsively?

She reminded him, “Minors aren’t allowed to drive.”

“It’s not the kind of car Assistant Du drives; it’s a motorcycle. Very cool.” There are no boys who don’t like cars—even more so for the second young master of the Ye family, who owned a collection of limited-edition sports cars and motorcycles. “I named it ‘Demon King’. It’s like my little wife.”

Qin Yumian: “…”

She didn’t want to ride on the other person’s “little wife”.

But Ye Hancheng didn’t give her a chance to refuse. He grabbed her wrist and started leading her toward the hotel parking lot.

On the street, Qin Yumian couldn’t shake off his hand without causing a scene, so she allowed herself to be led by Ye Hancheng into the hotel parking lot.

Ye Hancheng’s “little wife” was easy to spot. The red and black motorcycle stood parked next to a blue sports car.

“So, what do you think? Isn’t it cool?” Ye Hancheng patted the bike’s front, proudly showing off his “little wife” to Qin Yumian.

“Yeah, very cool,” Qin Yumian replied, her tone flat and perfunctory. “I’ve seen your little wife. Can we go now?”

Ye Hancheng grinned. “Sure.”

Qin Yumian turned to leave the parking lot.

But in the next moment, a pair of hands suddenly wrapped around her waist.

Qin Yumian: “???”

Then, she was lifted off the ground.

Qin Yumian: “!!”

What the hell is he doing now?!

With his tall stature and strong arms, Ye Hancheng effortlessly scooped Qin Yumian up and placed her on the motorcycle.

Qin Yumian was forced to sit sideways on the bike. Before she could properly adjust her feet, Ye Hancheng swung his leg over, straddling the bike and effectively trapping her between his arms.

Qin Yumian’s expression darkened. “Ye Hancheng, what are you doing? Let me down.”

“Sports rep, hold on tight and don’t move,” Ye Hancheng said, his hands steadying her by the waist as he placed her hands on his shoulders. “We’re going.”

“Ye Hancheng!!”

As Qin Yumian’s angry voice rang out, the motorcycle’s engine roared to life, and in the next moment, it shot out of the parking lot, speeding down an unnamed street, leaving nothing but dust in its wake.

There weren’t many cars on the road, and as Ye Hancheng sped down the street, the wind whipped around them. Through the visor of the black helmet, he caught a glimpse of Qin Yumian’s furrowed brows and slightly pale face.

Afraid of falling off, Qin Yumian clung tightly to Ye Hancheng’s shoulders, which pulled her even closer into the young man’s embrace.

The speed and wind forced Qin Yumian to close her eyes, surrendering to the wild ride.

Ye Hancheng glanced down at the well-behaved girl sitting in front of him, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, hidden behind the helmet.

In the past, Qiu Gaotiao and his friends loved riding their bikes to pick up girls—it was a way to show off and win their hearts. But Ye Hancheng considered his motorcycle, the “Demon King”, to be his “little wife”, so there was no way he’d let anyone else sit on it. His bike had never carried anyone before.

Now, though, Ye Hancheng suddenly found that motorcycles really were perfect for picking up girls—especially when the girl was his wife.

He leaned closer to Qin Yumian’s ear, his voice carried away by the wind, “Hold tight…”

Qin Yumian only heard the young man say two words at the beginning, but the wind muffled the rest, leaving her unable to make them out.

She turned her face towards the young man’s chest, where she could speak more clearly. “Ye Hancheng, do you think you’re really cool or something?”

Ye Hancheng chuckled. “I know I am. No need to flatter me, sports rep.”

Qin Yumian: “…”

Riding from here to school wouldn’t even take ten minutes.

Ye Hancheng was thoroughly enjoying this experience of picking up a girl (wife), so he deliberately took the long way around.

What should have been a short ride stretched into more than ten minutes.

As soon as they arrived at the school gate and the bike came to a stop, Qin Yumian immediately jumped off.

Ye Hancheng set one foot on the ground, while the other was still on the pedal. As soon as he removed his helmet, he saw a fist flying straight toward him.

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#Mini Scene#
Qin Xian: It’s about time to let my brother-in-law taste just how wild my elder sister can be.
Big Orange: I thought I would see my wife’s blushing face after the ride, but I didn’t expect to be greeted by my wife’s crisp fist.

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