308: Chapter 308 Bigger is better, I like it

After leaving Qiao Linlin's place, Chen Fan drove to a residential complex near Fanti Company.

This was the place Su Mian and Chen Tong were renting.

After finding a suitable place a while ago, the two moved out of Chen Fan's apartment, and Chen Fan was even roped into doing manual labor on moving day.

Although he was now a boss worth nearly ten billion, he couldn't skip it; one was his cousin, and the other had a very close relationship with him, so he couldn't escape it out of obligation or sentiment.

Upon arriving near the complex, Chen Fan didn't drive in, but parked the car on the road beside it.

He turned off the engine, tapped a few times on his phone screen, then put the phone away and leaned back in the seat to wait.

A few minutes later, a familiar figure walked out of the complex entrance.

She stood at the entrance and looked around, her gaze sweeping over the cars parked on the roadside. After spotting Chen Fan's familiar car, she walked over.

When she reached the passenger side, Su Mian opened the door and sat in.

She was wearing a white tight-fitting short-sleeved top today, which outlined her already outstanding figure particularly well. On the bottom, she wore a black short skirt that ended just above her knees, revealing a pair of straight legs.

This outfit wasn't any expensive brand, but clothes produced by Fanti itself.

The overall design of Fanti's clothing was more aesthetically pleasing than most women's wear on the market at that time.

So the girls in the company loved it, and Su Mian liked it too, but she didn't usually wear it, only changing into it when she went out with Chen Fan occasionally.

Chen Fan looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her for a moment: "You look great in this outfit today."

Su Mian looked down and tugged at the slightly strained fabric across her chest, looking at her chest with some helplessness: "It's just a bit tight, it's too big."

Chen Fan smiled helplessly upon hearing this. To think Su Mian would actually complain about them being too big—she had to know that her figure was something countless girls dreamed of.

She actually complained they were too big.

He turned his head to look at her, a hint of a smile in his eyes: "A little bigger is better, I like it."

Su Mian didn't say anything upon hearing this; it seemed she thought of something, and a shy look appeared in her eyes.

Chen Fan didn't continue to tease her. He drove the car around a corner and asked casually: "When you came out, did my sister notice anything wrong?"

Su Mian shook her head: "No, I said I was going back home for a visit. She didn't suspect anything at all and even told me to take it slow on the road."

Chen Fan chuckled: "As my sister's best friend, you're actually lying to her."

Su Mian was stunned for a moment. She turned her head to look at him and blinked: "Then next time I'll just say you were the one who asked me out."

Chen Fan was driving, and upon hearing this, he turned his head to look at her, just in time to catch the trace of mischievous humor in her eyes that she hadn't managed to hide yet. He immediately realized she was doing it on purpose.

"Oh, so that's how it is, Sister Su Mian, you actually dare to lie to me." As Chen Fan said this, he took his right hand off the steering wheel and reached over to tickle her waist lightly.

Su Mian let out a cry of "Ah" and shrank towards the car door: "Don't, Chen Fan."

Chen Fan didn't withdraw his hand, and his fingers brushed against her waist again.

After messing around for a few seconds, Chen Fan noticed she had stopped struggling.

He looked down and saw Su Mian leaning against the car door, her breathing not yet fully steady. Her face was flushed with a faint red, and there was a watery sheen in the corners of her eyes from laughing, her gaze moist.

She didn't dodge anymore, nor did she speak; she just looked at him quietly, her chest still rising and falling gently.

Chen Fan looked at her for two seconds, then lowered his head and kissed her.

After the kiss, Su Mian released her arms from around Chen Fan, sat up straight, and lowered her head to tidy up the clothes that Chen Fan had messed up.

She tugged at the hem of her top and adjusted the neckline, smoothing out the tight short-sleeved shirt again. Then she looked up at him, her voice still unsteady with residual breath: "You only know how to bully me."

Chen Fan leaned back in the driver's seat, tilting his head to look at her with a mischievous smirk: "Sister Su Mian, don't you like being bullied by me?"

Su Mian rolled her eyes at him, her earlobes still red, and her voice carried a hint of urgency: "Hurry and drive, someone will come over in a bit."

Chen Fan chuckled and didn't continue to tease her; he sat up straight and started the car.

Twenty-plus minutes later, the car stopped in the mall's underground garage.

After parking the car, Chen Fan took her into the elevator.

The two entered the mall and didn't head straight for any counter, just strolled around slowly.

Su Mian walked beside him, occasionally stopping at a store entrance to look at the clothes in the display window, and occasionally turning her head to look at him. Her pace was unhurried, as if she were enjoying the feeling of not having to rush anywhere.

There weren't many people in the mall, and the air was filled with a faint aroma of coffee and baked goods.

When passing the Patek Philippe counter, Chen Fan slowed his pace and brought Su Mian inside.

Chen Fan looked down and scanned the area, then turned his head to look at her: "Take a look, is there anything you like?"

Su Mian looked over upon hearing this and shook her head: "No need to buy a watch, I don't wear watches, and if I want to check the time, a phone is enough."

The sales assistant nearby heard this, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly; her professional smile almost slipped.

This girl looked quite pretty and had a good figure, but why did she seem a bit foolish? Is Patek Philippe meant for checking the time?

But after all, she had been in this line of work for a long time, so her face quickly returned to calm, and she didn't say anything.

Chen Fan was standing nearby, and when he heard the comment "a phone is enough to check the time," he couldn't help but turn his head and smile.

He shook his head and didn't explain anything on the spot, just looked at the sales assistant: "Could you please take that one out for me to look at?"

The sales assistant obliged and took it out. Chen Fan took it, pulled over Su Mian's wrist, and put it on for her.

The watch face sat against her wrist bone, the size was just right, and the silver strap shimmered with a soft light under the lights.

Chen Fan looked down at it, then looked up at her: "It looks quite good."

Immediately after, he looked at the sales assistant and said: "How much is this?"

The sales assistant had a standard professional smile on her face, her tone unhurried: "This is a classic Patek Philippe women's watch, very suitable for this young lady's temperament. The price is 123,899 yuan."

Hearing this number, Su Mian was stunned.

She looked down at the watch on her wrist; the silver dial shimmered with fine light under the illumination. It was exquisite and beautiful, but 120,000—that was way too expensive.

Chen Fan reached out and pressed down on her wrist. The force wasn't heavy, but he didn't let her take it off: "Keep wearing it."

"120,000..." Su Mian looked up at him, her voice lowering a bit, "It's too expensive, really, no need."

Chen Fan looked at her, his tone leaving no room for negotiation: "Listen to me."

Seeing Chen Fan looking so determined, Su Mian didn't refuse anymore. She was naturally the type with a relatively weak personality.

She nodded and gave a soft "Mn."

She was naturally the type with a relatively soft personality—back in school, whenever it came to what to eat in the dorm, where to go, or what to buy, her roommates would make the decisions, and she rarely made requests herself.

Now that she was with Chen Fan, naturally Chen Fan called the shots. She was used to handing over the decision-making power to others and wasn't very good at arguing about anything.

A smile appeared on Chen Fan's face, and he turned to look at the sales assistant: "Wrap it up." The sales assistant complied and packed it up, and Chen Fan swiped his card to pay.