The two actually continued in a standoff. Chen Fan was left at a loss. Finally, he sat up and looked at the two on the floor.
“Why don’t you both just let go? What’s the point?”
“She’s a thief, and I’m turning her in.”
“You’re insane; I didn’t steal your stuff.”
“A thief is a thief.”
Hard to argue with that. But could you two let go of each other?
Chen Fan wrapped a blanket around himself.
“Chen Fan, help me out and punch her.” Mu Jinli pleaded.
Chen Fan replied, “I’d love to, but I think she’d take revenge on me. I don’t want to mess things up. This woman definitely doesn’t follow the usual playbook.”
Ling Yuyan laughed softly and said, “Chen Fan, don’t worry. I won’t attack you. I don’t like Ye Aotian either. If you help me, I’ll spy on him for you and report his whereabouts every day.”
Chen Fan hesitated. If he didn’t know the plot, he might actually be tempted by her offer. But he couldn’t accept this; there was no such thing as a spy in the protagonist’s circle. It was always the protagonist infiltrating others.
This was one of the sad realities about many novel setups: any informants around the protagonist always end up being won over by him … Mu Jinli’s plea was at least more reliable.
“You really think I’d trust anything a Ling family member says? I trust my bodyguard more.”
Mu Jinli nodded in agreement. That was the right response.
Ling Yuyan chuckled, “You want to test me? Even if she restrains me, I could still kill you if I wanted to.”
Ling Yuyan was gambling, betting that Chen Fan wouldn’t make a move. If he did, that would mean exposing his martial arts ability.
Naturally, Chen Fan knew this. Laughing slyly, he casually tossed the blanket aside.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
Ling Yuyan immediately conceded, feeling defeated.
Chen Fan quickly wrapped the blanket around himself again.
The two women finally disentangled themselves, standing up. Mu Jinli looked at Chen Fan and said, “I suggest you stop stealing things. I’ve looked into you—you’re a thief, after all. But stealing stuff isn’t exactly noble.”
“Mind your own business! At least I don’t have some loser confessing his feelings to me. You’re just a fish, swimming and swimming aimlessly.”
Chen Fan burst out laughing first. Hahaha. This was too funny. Don’t make me laugh so hard I pass out.
And with that, Mu Jinli struck again.
Three minutes later, Chen Fan’s head was pounding. The two were back on the floor, wrestling and locking each other down.
Mu Jinli looked at Chen Fan, who sighed and said, “I … Forget it; I’m staying out of this.”
“What are you afraid of? She’s definitely wary of that one move of yours.”
Ling Yuyan snapped, “You may be shameless, but you can’t stoop that low, Chen Fan. We have no enmity between us; the one targeting you is the Ling family, not me …”
Chen Fan rubbed his temples and said, “Aren’t you both hungry? Why don’t I order some takeout? I’m getting a bit hungry myself.”
“Order me a pork leg rice.”
“I’ll have some egg and vegetable noodles.”
You two don’t think much of me, do you? I’m a rich kid, and this is what you order? Fine, whatever. Chen Fan ordered himself a hotpot meal delivered to the door.
Throwing in a 50-yuan tip, he urged the delivery guy to hurry up. As for the two women on the floor, Chen Fan didn’t care one bit.
“Where did Zhu Yeqing disappear to? She hasn’t even arranged my clothes.”
Ling Yuyan sneered, “Chen Fan, I think you’re doing this on purpose. After all, you’ve got two beauties here.”
“Have you ever seen someone from my background preparing their own clothes? Whatever, talking to someone as poor as you is pointless. My takeout is here.”
Chen Fan cautiously opened the door just a crack and took the food from the delivery guy.
The delivery guy looked inside the room, then glanced back at Chen Fan.
“What are you looking at? Never seen anything ? Or are you unfamiliar with the concept from online videos?”
“Bro, please teach me …”
“Get lost. You don’t qualify. Bye.”
He slammed the door shut. What nonsense. As a villain, he couldn’t just randomly befriend people. He turned on the light and began preparing the hotpot.
“Do you two want some? If you’re still at each other’s throats, I’ll eat it all myself.”
Mu Jinli and Ling Yuyan exchanged glances before letting go of each other, finally moving apart. Both removed their masks simultaneously.
Chen Fan sat on the bed, looking at them.
“What’s the deal, Chen Fan?”
“Go ahead, make yourselves at home. Sorry, I’m used to living in luxury and never learned to cook for myself. Could you two prepare it for me?”
Ling Yuyan glared, “I finally understand why Ye Aotian calls you a spoiled rich kid.”
“See? You’re just here to mess with me. Your Ling family is determined to beat the Chen family and become the top family in Qincheng.”
Ugh, lady, I was just joking, but you actually took it seriously? Forget it; there’s no point in arguing.
Mu Jinli asked, “What sauce do you want? I’ll mix it for you.”
“No sesame paste. I don’t like that.”
“Alright. Anything else?”
“Green onions and cilantro.”
“Cilantro’s not that great.”
“I’ve decided to work hard and make a fortune. When I’m rich, I’ll plant cilantro all over the world.”
Mu Jinli gave him a look of pure disdain. “Anything else?”
“Garlic cloves, oh, and peel them for me, would you?”
Mu Jinli threw the garlic at him. “You’ve got hands and feet; why should I have to do it?”
Just then, the door opened, and Zhu Yeqing walked in. “Young master, what’s going on?”
“Oh, Zhu Yeqing, you’re back! You have no idea; these two women were trying to kill me.”
Zhu Yeqing looked between the three of them, then remarked, “Young master, don’t joke. They seem much more interested in the hotpot than in killing you.”