Chapter 971: The Girl He Handled with Care

“Alright, I won’t fight you for it.”

The old man wasn’t fussy at all.

Yaen Chi paid, and he took a sip of soup.

After paying, Yaen Chi picked up the leftover noodles in his bowl with two chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, then wiped his lips.

He noticed the old man glancing at the pack of cigarettes from time to time, Yaen Chi said, “How about I give you these cigarettes?”

“No way, they’re worth a few hundred bucks, I’m just looking.”

“If you like them, take them.

I’ll buy another pack later.”

Yaen Chi picked up the cigarettes and tried to stuff them into the old man’s hand, but the old man pushed back several times.

He almost gave in because he was itching for them, but then his wife’s face flashed in his mind, jolting him as he pleaded urgently, “I’m just being polite with you, don’t get me in trouble!

If I take these cigarettes home, my wife will surely think I’m stashing secret funds!”

Yaen Chi’s expression froze, “Seriously, that happens?”

“You look like someone who hasn’t been married!” The old man teased him, then whispered, “Just two will do, I’ll hide them and smoke secretly.”

Yaen Chi paused for a moment, then chuckled, and handed him two cigarettes.

The old man took the cigarettes and left.

Yaen Chi thought he must be going home, so he started walking toward the market exit.

But before he got far, the old man caught up again and shoved a bag of oranges into his hand, handing them over before leaving.

The more Yaen Chi called out, the faster he walked.

The oranges were good ones, so Yaen Chi had no choice but to carry them as he walked.

There were two flashy-dressed women standing in front of his car, posing and taking pictures against it.

Yaen Chi didn’t approach them, thinking they’d soon be done taking pictures.

But he stood in a bad spot, and one of the girls spotted him, her face immediately souring, “What are you staring at—can you even afford this car?”

Yaen Chi raised an eyebrow.

His brow slightly lifted, and the corner of his mouth curved lightly; his expression shifted from indifferent to that of a spendthrift playboy.

“Your car?”

“Oh!

If it’s not ours, is it yours?

You’re just looking, you couldn’t afford something like this in your lifetime.

None of your clothes are even brand-name.

Get lost!

You just photobombed me, do you know that?

Using up my storage for no reason!”

The girl was furious, tapping on her screen forcefully a couple of times to delete the photo with Yaen Chi in it.

Yaen Chi simply pulled out his car key and unlocked it with a beep.

This startled the woman sitting on his hood.

They looked at each other, shifting awkwardly to stand together, gaping at Yaen Chi as he opened the car door and got in.

After being stunned for a moment, one girl adeptly opened her WeChat QR code and handed it through the car window.

“Hey, handsome, let’s get acquainted, add me on WeChat.”

“Oh, this is your car, you should’ve said so earlier.

It was all a misunderstanding, but now we’re acquainted.”

Yaen Chi didn’t even glance at them, keeping his profile cold and adjusting the rearview mirror, his voice cool, “Hand out.”

“Don’t be like that, let’s get to know each other.”

The woman clung to the car window, refusing to let go.

Yaen Chi didn’t waste words, pressing down the accelerator.

Behind him came their cursing voices.

Yaen Chi’s mood, which had just improved that morning, plummeted to its lowest point again.

Just a car, and it could drown out others’ arrogance, switching their face toward him in an instant, as if their previous insults hadn’t happened.

Apparently, he was destined to attract nothing but trouble.

Why does he keep encountering situations like this?

He thought Yin Tao was a little different, as she never asked him for anything.

Yet she always readily accepted his gifts and subtly relied on his influence.

To humiliate and suppress…

The girl he’d always treated cautiously.