Chapter 47: How Could I Ever Dare to Raise a Hand Against You?

Fighting against him was nothing short of throwing eggs at a rock. How utterly depressing was that?

"Well? Thinking of trying your luck against me?" Nalan Che's hands were laden with bags, yet he didn't pay them the slightest heed.

"Ha-ha, Chief, how could we ever dare to pick a fight with you? We just happened to be passing by and wanted to say hello," Zhang San said, displaying a keen sense of self-preservation.

"Precisely, we were merely sent here on a completely different errand," Li Si nodded like a woodpecker pecking at wood.

"In that case, your presence here has nothing to do with me." His sharp gaze fell upon them like piercing icicles.

"Of course it has nothing to do with you," Zhang San and Li Si nodded in synchronized understanding.

"Splendid," Nalan Che nodded with utter satisfaction, then turned on his heel and walked away with a generous, carefree stride.

Zhang San and Li Si watched him leave with wide eyes, not daring to step forward and stop him.

With his sharp vision, Li Si caught sight of the transparent bag packed to the brim with feminine hygiene products and exclaimed in astonishment, "Look, the Chief actually just bought pads at the convenience store."

"My girlfriend uses that exact brand," Zhang San blurted out excitedly, thrilled by the sudden realization that his own girlfriend shared the same brand of sanitary products as the Chief's woman.

"Should we report this to the superiors?" Li Si asked with a conflicted expression.

"Of course we must," Zhang San replied instantly.

"Very well," Li Si nodded hesitatingly. Did they really need to report something like this?

If the Chief ever found out, would he skin them alive? Oh dear, he was so worried.

***

When Tong Xiaoman finally woke up, her body no longer ached so intensely. Thanks to Nalan Che's warm brown sugar water and soothing massage, she felt significantly better.

The thought of him setting aside his pride to massage her sent a warm current through her heart, bringing a flush of red to her cheeks.

She sat up in bed and noticed that the vessel had already docked. Two large bags sat atop the bedside table. She reached out, pulled them over, and unsealed them.

One bag was completely stuffed with the Angel-brand sanitary napkins she was accustomed to using, while the other was filled with an assortment of snacks.

Her eyes lit up instantly. She never expected him to buy her snacks as well. Well, she was just like most girls—she secretly adored snacking.

She quickly got up, changed her clothes, stepped out of the cabin, and walked forward.

Upon stepping out of the deck, the sight of an intimate couple standing close together made her expression instantly darken.

That man—even if he were reduced to ashes, she would still recognize him. It was Nalan Che. Standing beside him was a woman in her early twenties, quite pretty, dressed with striking fashion and elegance. Together, they formed a dazzling sight that naturally drew everyone's attention.

Hmph, and he had the nerve to claim he had never been in a relationship, and that she was the only woman he had ever kissed!

Barely the blink of an eye had passed, and he was already out charming another beauty. He dared to toy with her emotions; she would not let him get away with being so smug.

Tong Xiaoman muttered darkly to herself, reaching up to brush the bangs from her forehead. A sly, enigmatic smile played upon her lips, and with a captivating, alluring gleam in her eyes, she strode toward them.

Nalan Che had noticed her the moment she stepped out of the cabin. Seeing her strange expression and the calculating glint in her eyes, he couldn't help raising an eyebrow. What was this little creature up to now?

With an overtly wicked grin on her face, Tong Xiaoman wedged her dainty frame right between them, letting her body go limp as she leaned heavily toward Nalan Che.

Nalan Che instantly reached out, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her smoothly into his embrace.

His expression and posture made them look like a pair of deeply intimate lovers.