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Chapter 50: The Vexing Little Vixen

The moment Zhan Nanhui stretched out his arm to block Yi An’an, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist in fear.

The two of them ended up hugging each other.

Everyone’s eyes quickly shifted from the disheveled Chen Sisi on the ground to the man and woman behind her.

The man was handsome, the woman charming. They embraced each other, looking into each other’s eyes—it was a beautiful scene.

The bus was soon filled with whistles and teasing murmurs.

After all, this was the 1970s—even married couples holding hands in public would be frowned upon, let alone hugging each other so openly in broad daylight.

Hearing everyone’s voices, Yi An’an didn’t get off Zhan Nanhui. Instead, she pressed her face against his chest and confidently looked at the crowd. “We’re married—we have a marriage certificate!”

The crowd erupted in even more commotion.

Chen Sisi’s face turned purple with anger. She couldn’t help but shout at the driver, “Driver, what kind of driving is that? You hurt me! Are you going to treat my injuries?”

Drivers in this era were tough. The driver turned his head and said, “You think I wanted to? Someone dashed across the road just now. If I hadn’t braked, I’d have hit them. If you’re hurt, go after that person who ran across, not me. If you don’t want to ride the bus, then get off!”

Humiliated, Chen Sisi had no choice but to sit back down on her luggage. She turned back to look at Zhan Nanhui with a deeply resentful gaze.

Zhan Nanhui, meanwhile, focused on keeping calm, trying to ignore the intense feeling of having a woman clinging to him. He whispered, “Are you okay now?”

Yi An’an looked up at him. His face was red, his neck straight—he clearly wasn’t used to such close physical contact. But for her dignity, he didn’t push her away.

The stiffer he became, the more amused Yi An’an felt. She simply lay in his arms and closed her eyes, deciding to take a nap.

Zhan Nanhui watched her and sighed inwardly, resigned to maintaining the same position.

Chen Sisi had thought Yi An’an would at least restrain herself. Who knew she’d act like a seductive little vixen, clinging to a man in front of an entire bus full of people! She was even more shameless than herself!

Chen Sisi sneered internally, unable to bear watching anymore, and turned her head to stare blankly forward.

Yi An’an had originally clung to Zhan Nanhui just to annoy Chen Sisi, but after a while, she actually fell asleep.

It wasn’t clear how much time had passed when Yi An’an heard someone softly calling her name by her ear.

She opened her eyes and realized the bus had already stopped. Everyone had gotten off, and the driver was smoking outside.

“We need to go,” Zhan Nanhui said softly.

Yi An’an noticed the drool at the corner of her mouth and quickly wiped it away—only to see a wet patch on Zhan Nanhui’s black trousers. Embarrassed, she reached out to wipe it.

Zhan Nanhui instinctively squeezed his legs together. After staying in the same position for so long, his legs were numb—but her touch instantly made him overly sensitive.

His face flushed. He grabbed her hand and said hoarsely, “It’s fine. You get off first. My legs are numb—I’ll follow in a bit.”

Only then did Yi An’an notice how he had been using his arms to prop himself up against the seat the whole time.

She felt guilty—how could she have slept so soundly?

She smiled sheepishly, picked up a small bag, and got off the bus.

Chen Sisi was still standing there, staring at Yi An’an like a lifelong enemy.

“Oh my, young lady, you’ve found yourself a good man!” the driver said with a chuckle, approaching her. “He didn’t want to wake you, said I could take my time driving. Even gave me a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes. Tsk tsk, that’s the best I’ve ever smoked!”

Yi An’an smiled awkwardly.

Chen Sisi stormed over, speaking in a low voice, “Yi An’an, you really have some tricks—flirting with Nanhui in front of a whole bus of people. You’re such a vixen!”

Yi An’an glanced at her and replied calmly, “Yes, I am a vixen—but I only seduce my man. Not like some women, who pretend to be pure and righteous on the outside but are rotten to the core on the inside, always trying to steal someone else’s man!”

Chen Sisi flushed bright red. She hadn’t expected Yi An’an to be so sharp-tongued and completely unafraid.

Just then, Zhan Nanhui got off the bus with their luggage. Chen Sisi’s eyes darkened. Suddenly, she collapsed to her knees in front of Yi An’an, preparing to play victim—when Yi An’an immediately raised her voice:

“Chen Sisi, that night outside the Yan family’s gate with Yan Dabao—I didn’t see anything. I haven’t told anyone about it. But you’d better watch yourself. If you don’t want people to find out, then don’t do shameful things!”

Chen Sisi had planned to frame Yi An’an for pushing her and put on a show in front of Zhan Nanhui. But Yi An’an exposed her affair with Yan Dabao instead!

Her face turned scarlet. Zhan Nanhui had already been suspicious of her and Yan Dabao—she had never admitted anything. Now, with Yi An’an’s words, whatever image she had left in Zhan Nanhui’s mind was completely destroyed.

Panicking, Chen Sisi scrambled to her feet and shouted, “Shut up, Yi An’an! Don’t you slander me!”

Yi An’an just smiled. “You know whether it’s slander or not.”

Seeing Zhan Nanhui coming down from the bus, Chen Sisi dropped the act and walked over to him with her luggage. Putting on her most seductive smile, she said, “Nanhui, let’s stay at the same guesthouse tonight. It’s my first time traveling—I’m scared!”

Yi An’an stepped forward and took Zhan Nanhui’s arm. “Sorry, guesthouses are too noisy. We won’t be staying in one.”

Chen Sisi froze. Then where would they stay?

At that moment, a black Santana drove up and stopped in front of them. The window rolled down, and Sister Wang sat in the backseat, waving. “An’an, I’ve come to pick you up!”

Yi An’an hurried over. “Sister Wang, why are you here?”

“You said you’d be bringing your husband today, right? I figured you’d have a lot of luggage, so I had Old Shen’s driver come pick you up. Hop in!” Sister Wang said warmly.

Yi An’an nodded, carrying her most important bag into the backseat. The driver helped Zhan Nanhui load the luggage into the trunk, and he sat in the front passenger seat.

As the car started moving, Sister Wang sat in the back, looking at Zhan Nanhui’s profile with slight amazement. “Xiao Yi, no wonder you didn’t fancy that little Tang boy—this man is a hundred times better looking!”

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