Han Yuting’s pretty face was faintly red, and her heart was quite speechless.
"This guy actually said he couldn’t touch my chest, isn’t that too hooligan?"
"I can’t believe you’re such a pervert, hmph!"
Chen Nan wore an innocent expression, "Where am I a pervert? A gentleman like me is second to none in this world, yet you’re calling me a pervert? Girl, is it really okay for you to speak against your conscience ?"
"You have the nerve to call yourself a gentleman," Han Yuting rolled her eyes. "Would a gentleman say something like that?"
Chen Nan scratched his head, "What did I say?"
"You said... said..."
Han Yuting was so ashamed that she gritted her teeth with some annoyance, "You said you couldn’t touch my chest, is that what a gentleman does? Big bad guy!"
"I really can’t touch it, though!" Chen Nan had an innocent look, "Am I not telling the truth?"
Han Yuting huffed angrily at him, it took her a while before she said, "But you can’t say it like that!"
Chen Nan touched his nose, a sly smile crossing his face, "Then how should I say it? Should I say that I touched your chest? Wouldn’t I be framing myself then?"
Han Yuting felt like she was going to implode, "Why must you talk about my chest, you bad guy? You’re definitely doing it on purpose."
Chen Nan chuckled, "So you are shy, huh? Just say it earlier, and I won’t talk about your chest anymore, why accuse me of being a pervert? I, such a serious person, and you actually have the heart to wrong me."
Han Yuting was completely speechless.
This guy was just too good at sophistry. He had been speaking improperly from the beginning, and not only did he not admit his mistake, he actually had the gall to blame her for wronging him.
"You’re just a bad guy, I’m not talking to you anymore, let’s eat."
Having said that, Han Yuting put a piece of green pepper pork into her mouth. After chewing a few bites, a look of surprise appeared on her face.
The only thing she could think of was three words—
Fragrant! Mellow! Fresh!
It could be said that in her entire life, Han Yuting had never tasted such delicious green pepper pork.
"How... how did you cook this?"
Seeing the surprise on her face, Chen Nan smiled, "Just cooked it like that, didn’t you watch me cook it just now?"
Han Yuting scratched her head, "Your method of cooking is the same as mine, but why is yours so delicious?"
Chen Nan struck a pose he thought was handsome, quite narcissistically saying, "I’ve said it, confidence is the most handsome, with confidence, you can do anything well. How about it, are you satisfied?"
"Indeed, it’s really good!"
Han Yuting stared at him, suddenly feeling a burst of curiosity about this man.
He was an orphan who could casually take out tens of thousands of yuan, fought fiercely, and had more than ordinary relationships with those influential families. Moreover, he was both a terrific artist and cook, and he even surpassed full marks in Chinese exams.
Was such a man really just a high school student?
In the past, Han Yuting thought that Chen Nan might be a gang boss, but now she felt that he was far more complicated than that, probably even more mysterious than a gang boss!
Seeing Han Yuting staring at him non-stop, Chen Nan teased, "Although I’m a bit handsome, you don’t have to look at me with such hungry eyes, right?"
Looking at him with hungry eyes?
Han Yuting really wanted to smack a plate on his face, "I’m just curious, what kind of person are you really?"
Chen Nan spread his hands, "This is just me, laid out in front of you. Can’t you see through me?"
"Don’t play dumb. I’m talking about your identity," Han Yuting said. "I really want to know what kind of past someone as capable as you has."
"You’re thinking too much. I’m just a student."
"Liar!" Han Yuting pouted, "You’re at least a mafia boss, and probably even more impressive."
Chen Nan gave a wry smile and shook his head, "Your imagination is too rich. Let’s just eat."
Han Yuting put down her chopsticks and stared at him with a little tantrum, "If you don’t tell me your identity, I won’t eat."
For such a beauty, this tactic would be absolutely effective in front of other boys. Unfortunately, today she had encountered Chen Nan, the heartless one.
"You’re not hungry? Then I’ll eat first."
Chen Nan cheerfully spoke, as he grabbed his chopsticks and started eating heartily, causing Han Yuting to become somewhat frantic, "Hey, don’t you know how to ’treasure’?"
Chen Nan shook his head and kept eating.
Han Yuting became somewhat annoyed and stamped her foot forcefully on the ground before she also started eating.
Chen Nan grinned, "Campus belle, I thought you said you weren’t eating?"
"Hmph, I’m ignoring you."
Han Yuting’s face showed anger, but in her heart, she felt sweet, finding this guy increasingly interesting. The only pity was that he was someone else’s boyfriend. If she had a boyfriend like him, she would be very happy indeed.
After finishing the meal, Han Yuting poured two cups of tea and handed one to Chen Nan.
"Didn’t you say you were ignoring me?"
"I’m not paying attention to you, am I? I didn’t talk," Han Yuting retorted childishly.
"But aren’t you talking now?"
Han Yuting pushed forward the tea cup again, "So, are you going to drink it or not?"
Chen Nan hastily accepted the tea and gulped it down, "Tea personally brewed by the great campus belle Han, not just anyone is blessed enough to drink it."
Han Yuting shook her head, somewhat proudly.
"Stop being so smug. Your tail will shoot up to the sky with just one compliment." Chen Nan stood up, took her hand, and headed outside, "Come on, follow me. I’ve got another birthday gift for you."
Han Yuting was stunned, "Didn’t you give me a painting already?"
"That was just one of them. There’s another, and I guarantee you’ll like it." Chen Nan laughed as he pulled her out the door.
"Now that you mention it, I am a bit curious to know what it is," Han Yuting said happily, closing the door and letting Chen Nan lead her by the hand, thinking to herself that Chen Nan was too bold, taking her hand without her permission.
In fact, Chen Nan hadn’t thought about it that much because he felt it was normal to take a friend’s hand, like he often did with Su Qingqing and Huo Xinya.
Chen Nan didn’t think much of it, but in Han Yuting’s eyes, it was a sign of Chen Nan’s interest in her.
Summoning her courage, she asked, "Chen Nan, what do you think of me?"
"You’re pretty good. Not only beautiful, but also gentle, considerate, and understanding," Chen Nan smiled. "You’re a rare good girl."
Before Han Yuting could finish her sentence, a group of more than a dozen people charged out from beneath the nearby tree, surrounding them. The red-haired leader, with a cigarette in his mouth and a metal rod in hand, pointed at Chen Nan arrogantly and cursed, "Chen Nan, you cheap bastard, kneel down and kowtow to me now!"