17: Counterattack

"Yao Yao, my little darling, time to wake up," Wu Fan gently patted her back.

Yao Yao rubbed her eyes and said, "Daddy, tomorrow is Saturday. Will Sister Xiao Lu take me to play on the slide?"

Wu Fan kissed her forehead and said very gently, "Daddy will ask Sister Xiao Lu later to see if she's free on Saturday, okay?"

"Mm, got it, Daddy."

Wu Fan loved Yao Yao so much. Whenever he saw her clear eyes, his heart melted.

It was as if all the suffering in the world became insignificant.

After helping her get dressed, Wu Fan carried her out, then tied an apron around her, and let her go wash up... As he dropped Yao Yao off at kindergarten, he ran into Sweetie's mother.

She was as fashionable as ever.

Wu Fan nodded in greeting. This woman actually had a rather strong 'worldly' air about her.

When men saw her, they easily let their imaginations run wild.

Wu Fan was no exception.

One day after his divorce, Wu Fan suddenly realized he was a person who loved money and beauty.

However, deep down, he didn't want to be a gentleman either.

Before, he was only held back by his empty pockets. He saw many women he was attracted to but could only sigh in longing.

Now, with the consumption cashback system in hand, pursuing women he was interested in no longer had financial obstacles; it was much simpler.

It was just that facing a woman like her, Wu Fan still didn't have the courage to ask for her contact information, feeling it would be too abrupt.

He pulled out his phone and checked his account balance again. It was over 180,000 now, which made him a little excited.

He still needed to work harder to earn more money and accumulate more wealth.

The skill books dropped by the system were really good. He wondered what kind of skill books would drop in the future? Just thinking about it made him look forward to it.

Qian Ning must still be sleeping in, right? Wu Fan thought of going back to see her.

Last night was truly unforgettable.

He went to the breakfast shop to buy pan-fried buns, siu mai, and milk, and then went to Jiayi Shopping Mall to buy a gold bracelet.

When he rang the doorbell to her room, Wu Fan inexplicably became nervous again.

A soft voice came from inside, "Who is it?"

"Qian Ning, it's me," Wu Fan leaned against the doorframe and replied.

Soon, he heard footsteps coming to open the door.

Her waist-length hair was a bit messy, yet it exuded a unique kind of beauty.

After Wu Fan entered and closed the door, he immediately wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

Qian Ning chuckled, raising her hand to hit Wu Fan's chest twice, "Why are you back again?"

Wu Fan leaned his mouth close to her ear and softly said, "I missed you again."

Qian Ning raised her hands and wrapped them around Wu Fan's neck.

Wu Fan scooped her up and walked towards the bed.

Just as Wu Fan was about to make a further move, Qian Ning suddenly pushed him and said, "Wait a moment, I want to wash up first."

Wu Fan was momentarily stunned, then smiled and said, "Why, Big Brother doesn't mind."

Qian Ning chuckled and said, "You blockhead, I need to pee."

Wu Fan suddenly realized and released her body.

The fire of desire in his heart had somewhat dissipated.

"Qian Ning, I brought you breakfast. Why don't you eat a little first?"

From the toilet, Qian Ning hummed in response through the glass door.

When she came out, her hair was casually tied with a rubber band, and she looked much fresher.

She sat down on the tatami mat and asked, "What breakfast did you buy for me?"

"I wasn't sure what you liked, so I bought pan-fried buns and siu mai."

"I'll eat the siu mai. The pan-fried buns are a bit too greasy."

Wu Fan sat opposite her, quietly watching her eat breakfast, and surprisingly felt a sense of happiness.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

It turned out that watching the person you liked eat breakfast could also bring a sense of satisfaction.

"Did you eat the pan-fried buns? Otherwise, they'll go to waste," Qian Ning offered them to him.

Wu Fan took them, but didn't eat the filling of the pan-fried buns, only cleaning off the outer skin.

Qian Ning looked at his strange way of eating without saying anything, just smiling.

After Wu Fan cleaned up the leftover breakfast, he took out a small gift box from his pocket, "For you."

Qian Ning took it, her face full of joy.

She opened the box and was still a bit surprised.

She looked up and asked, "Wu Fan, what do you do? You're not a Second-generation rich, are you?"

Wu Fan walked over, hugged her, and said, "A typical country boy. After the divorce, I made some small investments and earned a little money."

Qian Ning nodded, then returned the gold bracelet to Wu Fan, saying, "It's not easy for you to earn money. I can't accept something so valuable."

Wu Fan said in confusion, "The guitar I gave you last night was much more expensive than this. You accepted that, so why not this?"

Qian Ning said, "Music is my soul and my dream. A guitar is a part of my life. How could I bear to give up a good instrument when I see one?"

Wu Fan nodded in agreement.

He took the bracelet, looked at it, then helped Qian Ning put it on, gently saying, "Give me a chance, let this bracelet represent me, always listening to your beautiful guitar playing and singing."

Qian Ning couldn't help but chuckle when she heard that, "You really know how to talk."

"Was your ex-wife also charmed by your sweet talk?"

After she said it, she regretted it a bit and quickly added, "Sorry, let's not bring up the past, lest you get sad."

Wu Fan chuckled, "It's fine. Past events always need to be faced, and the pain left behind will be resolved sooner or later."

Qian Ning hummed, smiling sweetly, a beauty that was almost ethereal... After more than an hour of chatting and cuddling, the two embraced and fell into a deep sleep.

They slept straight until past two in the afternoon, woken by Wu Fan's phone ringing.

He picked up the phone from the bedside table and saw it was Chen Lu calling, "Hello, Xiao Lu."

"Brother Fan, are you free now? Can you come to the office for a bit?"

Wu Fan glanced at Qian Ning in his arms and said, "Is something wrong?"

Chen Lu paused and said, "The billing statements for this month's trips are here. There's a slight discrepancy between the trip sheets Zhang Yingying provided and what you recorded."

Upon hearing it was work-related, Wu Fan immediately agreed, "Alright then, I'll be right over."

After hanging up, Qian Ning asked, "Are you going out?"

"Yes, I am."

Wu Fan briefly explained his work situation to her, then got out of bed.

Qian Ning joked, "Wu Fan, you need to work harder! You should form a fleet of vehicles in the future. Just driving for a travel agency won't make big money."

Wu Fan looked at her and said, "You have foresight, don't you? It seems our company's five large buses really are going to be outsourced at the end of the year."

Qian Ning sat up in bed, wrapped in the quilt, and said, "Then you should find a way to contract them! This is a rare good opportunity."

Wu Fan thought for a moment and said, "The main thing is that there haven't been many tourists these past few years, and the bus business hasn't been very good."

Qian Ning smoothed her hair and said, "That doesn't matter. You just need to control the contract price well. You need to estimate the approximate annual income, and then see what contract price is appropriate, understand?"

Wu Fan looked at her in surprise and said, "Qian Ning, you're wasted as a singer!"

Qian Ning frowned and said, "Don't change the subject. I'm talking serious business with you. Think about it carefully, get your brain working. My future son's wedding home still depends on you."

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but chuckle.

Wu Fan was overjoyed. He walked over, cupped Qian Ning's small face, and kissed her, saying, "You truly are a treasure girl. I'll listen to you."

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