179: Long Live Pure Friendship

Hearing this, Yan Xiaoli instantly frowned, got up, walked over to him, and sniffed with her nose.

Pan Han cursed inwardly, how did he blurt out the truth? It seemed he still considered Yan Xiaoli a close person and had some natural trust in her.

There was nothing wrong with trusting others. But the problem was, Pan Han had too many secrets, and if Yan Xiaoli got involved, it might be detrimental to her.

There was no need for that.

“Hey, hey, why are you like a dog, what are you sniffing?” Pan Han felt guilty, and his words were off-key.

“Don’t move. You smell fishy.” Yan Xiaoli hugged Pan Han, her arms tightening slightly to keep him still.

Who was Yan Xiaoli? How could she not know what Pan Han usually smelled like? Plus, his current vague words definitely meant something was up!

Caught by her like this, Pan Han couldn’t struggle too hard, or it would make it seem even more like he had something to hide.

After sniffing five, six, seven, eight times, Yan Xiaoli pointed at Pan Han’s nose and said, “Did you go out and find women?”

“Ah? What do you mean by that!” Hearing this, Pan Han felt a stone lift from his heart; it turned out she only suspected him of having other women.

“You smell fishy, and then you said you went to kill someone. Did you get it outside? It seems this woman was a slut!” Yan Xiaoli instantly transformed into Sherlock Holmes.

“Ah! You saw through all that? I was just about to go in and shower. It does smell a bit.” Pan Han admired Yan Xiaoli’s reasoning ability; it was truly high. He hadn’t even thought of how to explain it, and she had already explained it clearly for him.

“What else can you men be up to? Isn’t it just this petty stuff?” Yan Xiaoli patted his pectoral muscles, actually saying it with some pride.

“You’re not angry!” Pan Han really liked this topic, so he continued to ask.

As long as it revolved around matters between men and women, it didn’t matter whether Yan Xiaoli was angry or not.

“Angry about what? You’re not my man,” Yan Xiaoli said nonchalantly.

“Oh, look at you. What’s wrong, am I not worthy of being your man?” Pan Han pretended to be displeased.

“No, you should just be my boss first. At most, I’ll serve you well, that’s all.” Yan Xiaoli pushed Pan Han away.

“Look at you. Isn’t being the boss’s wife good? You insist on being a mistress.” Pan Han wouldn’t let her go, pulling her into an embrace, his other hand roaming over her body.

“No interest, I’m still young, I’ll focus on my career first. Besides, with my profession and your financial power, it’s not realistic for us to be deeply involved.”

Yan Xiaoli’s unusual calmness, on the contrary, filled Pan Han with reverence.

This woman was not simple; she knew her limits and what she wanted.

Yan Xiaoli, on the other hand, understood that she had been immersed in the entertainment industry for many years and had seen too much helplessness and the coldness of human relationships.

Since she had entered this circle, she could only strive to reach the top, otherwise, it would be better to honestly find someone to marry.

Moreover, Yan Xiaoli’s love for film and television even surpassed her love for herself.

She truly loved acting. For the sake of acting, she could disregard everything.

So now that Pan Han gave her this opportunity, she had to seize it no matter what.

As for men, she also admitted that Pan Han was indeed charming. But the relationships in the film and television industry were so complex that she sometimes couldn’t help herself, and it was impossible for Pan Han to be cuckolded by her.

She couldn’t take Pan Han’s money and also cheat on him!

She only liked acting, but she was not a green tea bitch.

Therefore, they defined the relationship from the beginning: physical contact was fine, and any tricks he wanted to play could be satisfied. But in daily life, it was better for them to live separate lives.

As for love, Yan Xiaoli had long given up on hoping for it. Since she chose to strive for the top, she had to stay away from true love.

People who had everything and were good at everything were not nonexistent, but they just wouldn’t fall to her.

An ordinary person, without roots or power, yet wanting to become a big star, it was impossible for all good things to fall to her alone.

Giving her all and being able to stabilize one aspect was already like her ancestral grave emitting green smoke.

“Do you really think that? Don’t you regret it?” Pan Han stopped, then looked at her affectionately.

From the very beginning, it was Yan Xiaoli who had helped him; along this journey, she could be said to be half of his confidante. As long as she spoke, he would never say no.

It was just that Pan Han was also uncertain how many women he would have in the future.

Essentially, he was not promiscuous. But in reality, he already had more than one woman.

And in the future, it was likely that he would have more and more women, but Yan Xiaoli would always have a place in his heart.

“Pan Han, if you are just looking for women, I can accompany you anytime. If you are looking for a lover, I haven’t decided to seek love yet. If you are looking for a wife, you should find someone like Wang Doudou who can help your career.” Yan Xiaoli made it very clear.

“So, we have a pure relationship between a man and a woman?” Pan Han gave a wry smile.

“That’s right, you little silly goose!” Yan Xiaoli flicked his nose and said with a smile.

“Alright! I’m not a sentimental person either. Pure friendship it is! In the future, whoever says there’s no pure friendship between men and women, we’ll beat them together.” Although Pan Han felt a little disappointed, he could accept it.

To put it bluntly, he and Yan Xiaoli were no different. He was just a little luckier to have the system.

But he himself was also an ordinary person without roots or power, and since Yan Xiaoli had self-awareness, why couldn’t he?

“Mm, beat them up!” Yan Xiaoli felt quite happy seeing Pan Han’s reaction.

“Come on, I’ll help you shower.” Yan Xiaoli pulled Pan Han towards the bathroom.

“Help with what? Let’s shower together!” Pan Han scooped up Yan Xiaoli and headed straight for the shower area.

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At 8 AM the next morning, Pan Han opened his eyes, looked at Yan Xiaoli who was still in deep sleep, sighed softly, kissed her again, then got out of bed and headed straight for the warehouse.

Passing by the scene of last night’s incident, sure enough, the car driven by the two Black-Clad Men was gone.

“It seems they didn’t reply to the message, so the organization sent more people. At least they drove the car away.” Pan Han looked around, released his divine sense to search, and found nothing amiss.

“Forget it, I don’t care. I’ll go get the goods first. I’ll deal with you guys later.” While Pan Han said this, he was already thinking about asking Uncle Cheng for help.

Upon arriving at the warehouse, Pan Han went in to check again, and this time found no abnormalities.

So he loaded all the goods into his space and directly teleported to the apocalypse.

An hour later, he returned to the warehouse.

This was the last day of the Hundred Billion Trial countdown, and he needed to quickly find Uncle Cheng to confirm that he could agree to his request before he could go to the Trial with peace of mind.

Otherwise, with his family constantly under threat, he would be distracted.

Wang Doudou had said before that Uncle Cheng had connections on both sides of the law, so now he would ask him to arrange a few people to protect them separately.

As he spoke, Pan Han took out his phone and dialed: “Hello? Uncle Cheng?”

“Oh, Xiao Pan! What’s up, anything going on?”

“Can you send some men to protect my family?”

“Mm! Let’s talk in person, old spot.” Uncle Cheng hung up the phone, a profound glint in his deep eyes.