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78: Chapter 49: Fierce Woman (Second Update)

78: Chapter 49: Fierce Woman (Second Update)

After spending time traveling and exchanging pleasantries, Ran Yan left the Zhang residence late in the morning and immediately rushed to the Tianxiang Tower.

Upstairs in a private room, Ran Yunsheng was reading a book, his slender fingers holding the yellowed scroll while a servant sat by his side, attending to him.

Upon hearing footsteps, he set the book down and saw Ran Yan entering, guided by the waiter, looking travel-worn.

He looked up with an indulgently affectionate smile and said, “What’s the rush?

I’m not busy either, waiting a bit longer wouldn’t hurt.”

“Wasting someone else’s time is shameful,” Ran Yan sat down cross-legged at a seat, feeling naturally relaxed in front of Ran Yunsheng who always had the caring and gentle image of the boy next door, though this ‘brother’ did look rather ethereally beautiful.

Seeing fine beads of sweat on Ran Yan’s pale forehead and the tip of her nose, Ran Yunsheng pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe them for her.

Ran Yan tensed up, quickly grabbed the handkerchief and began wiping herself down; she felt that such intimate gestures were only appropriate between lovers, hence she felt somewhat uncomfortable.

She also secretly thought that she was becoming more timid, blaming it on Sang Chen, that dead rabbit.

They say one is known by the company one keeps; surely, it must have been his influence.

Ran Yunsheng’s gaze lingered on Ran Yan’s translucent, blush-tinted ears, gradually becoming absent-minded.

When did that timid girl who used to follow behind him grow into a beauty capable of toppling nations?

After being apart for two years, she didn’t rely on him as much anymore.

Unexplainably, Ran Yunsheng felt a faint sense of loss.

The room fell silent for a moment until the waiter’s knock interrupted their respective reflections, “The dishes ordered by the gentleman are ready, when should we serve them?”

Ran Yunsheng gathered his thoughts and replied, “Bring them up now.”

“After two years apart, I don’t know if your preferences have changed, so I ordered some dishes based on your past favorites,” Ran Yunsheng said, leaning against the window sill, his handsome face softened with a gentle smile, bright daylight filtering through the fine bamboo curtain casting a beautiful glow on his elegantly curved jawline, making it appear as if made of exquisite jade.”

The waiter bringing the dishes momentarily stood transfixed.

In terms of facial features, Ran Yan was not inferior to Ran Yunsheng but because of her cold demeanor, she didn’t catch people’s eye at first glance.

Ran Yunsheng slightly furrowed his brows, and the servant at his side was about to prompt the waiter when suddenly a commotion erupted downstairs.

The waiter abruptly came to his senses, respectfully set down the food, and quickly exited.

Ran Yunsheng walked to the front window and lifted the bamboo curtain to look down into the lobby.

Hearing the cries, scolding, the sound of shattering ceramics, and the noise of tables and chairs being smashed to the ground downstairs, as well as the bustling discussions among the crowd reminiscent of a busy morning market, Ran Yan also became curious and gathered closer.

Peering through the gap in the lifted bamboo curtain, they saw a middle-aged woman in a gray silk bodice with one hand on her hip and one foot on a scrawny man lying on the ground, shouting, “You tell me, where exactly did I hurt you!

You rascal, trying to con money out of me!

Has your brain been smashed, or are your dog eyes blind?”

Since the woman’s back was to Ran Yan, only her attire and robust figure were visible.

The scrawny man underneath her foot cried as he trembled all over and accused, “Just now at the entrance of the shop, you kicked me onto the stairs.

My back and hips are still hurting.

I merely asked for some money to see a doctor; there’s no need to beat someone to death for that.

I have an elderly mother and a child at home; what would they do if I were to die!”

He burst into heart-wrenching sobs.

The surrounding crowd buzzed with discussion; having just witnessed the woman’s fierce chase and entry, the residual fear lingered, and many believed the man’s story.

The woman’s eyebrows shot up and she bent down to grab the man’s clothes.

The onlookers hadn’t even reacted when suddenly they heard a few “ripping” sounds as she tore the man’s clothes from back to front, revealing smooth, unblemished buttocks.

The lobby fell silent for a moment before erupting into laughter, pointing at the exposed buttocks, some mischievously whistling. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

By then, everyone realized the man had been trying to swindle money.

Typically, Southern women are reserved and gentle; harassed thus, they would not confront but quietly part with their money.

However, this unfortunate swindler had encountered a tough opponent.

The middle-aged woman sinisterly said, “Where else are you hurt?

Let me check thoroughly for you?”