The man calling Zhang Lu "Lulu" is Lin Bowen, with a deep background.
Of course, since he’s the blind date arranged by Zhang Lu’s family, his background has to be something they consider to be a good match.
Zhang Lu decisively avoided Lin Bowen like the plague, shut the door, got back in the car, and looked helpless.
"Lulu, that’s a fresh name. Who would’ve thought that the valiant, charmingly fierce policewoman would have such a delicate name?" Ye Fan couldn’t help but laugh. He saw Lin Bowen and heard him call her Lulu so affectionately.
"What’s so funny? Your ears are really sharp," Zhang Lu said scornfully. "Am I not allowed to have a nickname?"
"No, no, I just didn’t expect you’d be so scared," Ye Fan teased.
"Seeing that cheeky expression on your face, I know you’re up to no good, just gloating," Zhang Lu said exasperatedly. "I’ve been nearly driven mad by him these past two days—sending flowers, treating my colleagues to meals, constantly showing concern whenever he gets a chance. Are all men , sticking like a plaster and pestering endlessly? What’s the point?"
As soon as she said this, she realized asking Ye Fan about such a problem was pointless, because Ye Fan was not an ordinary man; calling him peculiar wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
Ye Fan couldn’t answer Zhang Lu’s question but asked curiously, "Who is he?"
"A blind date arranged by my family," Zhang Lu explained through gritted teeth.
"You can’t be serious, can you? Even for a blind date, don’t you usually look for it yourself? If your family found him, they must be really desperate. Does your family want to splash you out like a basin of water?" Ye Fan couldn’t help but laugh.
"Stop with the sarcastic comments," Zhang Lu snapped, then her eyes lit up as if she found a perfect excuse to deal with Lin Bowen. She looked at Ye Fan confidently and said, "You just said you owed me a huge favor, right?"
"My word is my bond, definitely," Ye Fan vowed.
"Great, then you pretend to be my boyfriend and make him give up," Zhang Lu declared.
If it were anyone else, they might eagerly agree, but with Ye Fan, Zhang Lu could only rely on favors to persuade him.
Ye Fan pondered for a moment but didn’t think too hard and instead reminded her, "Are you sure about this? A huge favor for me pretending to be your boyfriend—looks like I’m getting the better deal. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"You should be more sure, Lin Bowen isn’t simple, and I’m afraid you can’t handle him. Moreover, if you pretend to be my boyfriend this time, you’ll have to come out to act again when there’s trouble in the future. If you think you’re getting the better deal, then quickly agree," Zhang Lu emphasized.
"If you’re in trouble, I’m fearless, whether it’s a shield or whatever. I agree," Ye Fan promptly said.
"Good, straightforward," Zhang Lu finally smiled joyfully.
"Knock, knock, knock." Outside the car window, Lin Bowen was patting it and continuously calling for Lulu.
"Let’s get out," Zhang Lu called out, then got out of the car with Ye Fan.
"Lulu, I’ve booked a restaurant. Let’s go have a meal together," Lin Bowen said with a gentlemanly smile.
"Lin Bowen, let me introduce you. This is Ye Fan, my private boyfriend, so just give up and stop pestering me. You’re also a person with status, your family arranged for you to go on a blind date, and you just went on with it. Do you even have your own opinion? Moreover, people like you aren’t my type," Zhang Lu laid it out clearly.
Lin Bowen did not show a hint of displeasure, he looked up at the sky and then flamboyantly said, "I used to not believe in love at first sight, thinking it was nonsense from books, but after meeting you, I realized that love at first sight is not a lie. No matter how you reject me, I’ve decided on you."
Then, he said with deep emotion, "You say he’s your boyfriend, I don’t believe it. Even if you make excuses, find one that’s decent at least, don’t randomly pull in a man and say he’s your boyfriend; it’s bad for your reputation."
"Fanfan, you deal with him, I’m too lazy to waste saliva," Zhang Lu said angrily. This nickname Fanfan, she learned from Biyao to show closeness with Ye Fan, calling him that felt friendlier, but it made her feel goosebumps inside, even the name Fanfan made her uncomfortable.
Who knew, before Ye Fan could speak, Lin Bowen took the lead and reached out to Ye Fan, "Lulu says you’re her boyfriend, I don’t believe it. Let me introduce myself, I’m Lin Bowen. I advise you not to interfere and block my happiness."
Lin Bowen’s grip was strong, and he tried to crush Ye Fan with a handshake.
"Whether you believe it or not, I do. The relationship between Zhang Lu and me doesn’t need anyone else’s comments," Ye Fan said as he extended his hand.
The two hands clasped.
Lin Bowen instantly applied force, trying to overpower Ye Fan.
However, Ye Fan’s hand emitted a heavy force, instantly overturning his attack.
"Hiss!" Lin Bowen took a deep breath, feeling as though his entire hand was about to shatter, his whole body’s bones shivering in a faint pain.
"Mr. Ye, your grip is amazing, been practicing since young, huh? You’ve won, release please," Lin Bowen admitted defeat without the slightest embarrassment or shame, instead squeezing out a smile.
One doesn’t hit a smiling face, so Ye Fan naturally released his grip.
"Mr. Ye, you’ve got some strength. You must work in construction to have that kind of power," Lin Bowen countered smoothly.
"Little Lin, is there a hidden meaning to your words?" Ye Fan asked as he gripped Lin Bowen’s shoulder bone with a smiling face, "How about I show you how to throw a brick up five meters high?"
"Calling him ’Little Lin’ is really daring. Do you know who he is and what his status is? It’s really unrestrained, so casually giving him a nickname like that," Zhang Lu chuckled lightly.
"Little Lin?" Lin Bowen’s lips twitched as he said politely, "Mr. Ye, calling me that isn’t just a slight to me, but reflects on yourself as well. It’s like insulting yourself for lacking sophistication. But never mind, I won’t mind it, considering your good relationship with Zhang Lu. So I won’t fuss over it. Saying you’re in construction was my mistake, I believe, given Mr. Ye’s upbringing, you wouldn’t throw me as far as a brick. Civilized people don’t do that, right, Mr. Ye?"
"Do you know what I hate most?" Ye Fan’s expression turned cold.
"What?" Lin Bowen asked instinctively.
"It’s your blabbering mouth," Ye Fan said, then exerted force, picked Lin Bowen up, and tossed him away.
With one throw, five meters high.
Now Lin Bowen, a large man, resembled a brick.
Suddenly, eight bodyguards swarmed out.