20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3741 Xiang Yong's Drift

The car went up and down the winding mountain road formed by several mountains. The mountains here were not as steep and dangerous as the mountains where the girl sitting in front of us lived.

So the slightly flatter areas on the mountain were cultivated and leveled into fields, where wheat and vegetable gardens were planted. The gentler slopes on the mountain were planted with tea and grafted with chestnut trees.

You can also see many farms cultivating silver ear fungus, black fungus, and shiitake mushrooms made from chestnut trees grown on the mountain.

The villagers' houses here are much better now, all located by the roadside or not far away, and cars can drive right up to their doorsteps.

Most of them are red brick and tile houses, with a few red brick prefabricated bungalows and a few scattered two-story villas, which are particularly conspicuous in the mountains.

Some people ride motorcycles worth over ten thousand yuan, making a "toot-toot" sound as they drive along the road, displaying their pride and joy at the fruits of their labor and the joy of getting rich.

Ever since Zhao Chang'an grabbed her like that, Qiao Yan has been feeling both ashamed and angry. Her almond-shaped eyes glare fiercely at Zhao Chang'an, but when Zhao Chang'an meets her gaze, he looks completely innocent.

Qiao Yan gestured for Zhao Chang'an to look at her chest, so that this lecherous man could see clearly the bruises on her skin from his rough handling.

Zhao Chang'an went to look and saw that there were indeed a few faint blue scratch marks on Qiao Yan's fair skin, like the claw marks left by a bird in the snow. He stretched out his finger and teased the child's pink face, saying, "The little one is so naughty, so cute!"

Qiao Yan couldn't tell whether he was referring to her daughter as mischievous and cute, or to her own daughter as mischievous and cute. She figured he was probably saying both of them were mischievous and cute, and she couldn't help but feel discouraged.

Deep down, he knew that unless he stayed far away from this shameless guy, he would never win and would suffer if he got close.

In a moment of distraction, the car entered a bend, but Xiang Yong's speed did not decrease at all. He pulled off a cool drift, which was not too difficult.

As a result, Zhao Chang'an's finger, which was pointing at Qiao Yan's daughter's rosy cheeks, suddenly went astray and poked the side instead.

At the same time, his body swayed closer to her face, his alcohol-smelling lips touching her delicate pink cheek for a fleeting moment, like a dream that left no trace. But Qiao Yan was willing to bet a hundred yuan that Zhao Chang'an had kissed her.

Qiao Yan was truly stunned. How could this shameless man touch her like this in broad daylight while her man was driving in front?

If it were someone else, she would immediately slap them hard across the face, then call her uncle and have the lecherous man brought to the joint defense team to be properly apprehended and taught a lesson.

But for some reason, Qiao Yan didn't have any intention of beating Zhao Chang'an in front of others. Even if she wanted to beat him up, she would have to save him face. She would wait until they were alone in private before she could bite him to death to vent her anger!
So she simply turned her body slightly to the side to let Zhao Chang'an's fingers leave, but still glared at him angrily, suppressing the warm feeling that welled up inside her.

But she saw Zhao Chang'an staring at her with a serious expression, seemingly innocent as if she hadn't poked her at all. She grinned at him, revealing a mouthful of silver teeth, which she thought was quite menacing. In Zhao Chang'an's eyes, his little wife was really cute.

Women are just as men are drawn to beautiful women when they see a very handsome man; they are often powerless against him and easily lower their standards.

So Qiao Yan could only blush and glare at him fiercely to show that she was a proper woman and that he shouldn't be so frivolous and impolite to her.

Zhao Chang'an gave her a gentle, knowing smile, just like Jiang Feng's. Qiao Yan couldn't resist his gaze and turned her head away.

She saw her husband, amidst the busy driving, steal a glance in the rearview mirror at Lin Xiaojie, whose face was streaked with tears and whose eyes were tightly closed. Qiao Yan couldn't quite put her finger on whether she was angry or jealous. She had never liked Xiang Yong to begin with, and it was a shame that his name contained the character "Yong" (勇, meaning brave/courageous). She couldn't understand where his bravery lay.

Seeing that her daughter had already eaten and was just sleeping with her mouth full, Qiao Yan was about to put down her underwear and sweater so that Zhao Chang'an wouldn't look at other people's wives like that anymore. However, she felt that Zhao Chang'an should be allowed to take another look.

Zhao Chang'an couldn't keep staring at Qiao Yan. He could look and grope her, but he couldn't eat her. When he saw Xiang Yong still peeking at Lin Xiaojie, he turned to look and saw that she was actually crying.

Zhao Chang'an was so annoyed that he wanted to curse her out. To put it bluntly, Lin Xiaojie, if you want to jump, and you're wearing a bright red cheongsam to jump into that ingrate's house, that's your own business. Don't drag him, Zhao Chang'an, down with you.

If she had hung up just now, what would have happened to Zhao Chang'an's meeting with Ji Chengyong tomorrow? It wasn't really his business, but now that Lin Xiaojie's boyfriend broke up with her, probably only Lin Xiaojie and that ingrate know about it. If word gets out that Lin Xiaojie went to her boyfriend's house and jumped after drinking with him, Zhao Chang'an will probably have a hard time washing his hands of that bloodshed.

However, seeing how beautiful she was, Zhao Chang'an thought to himself that a woman's tears of sorrow could sometimes excite shameless men even more. He then took out a few tissues from his bag and gently wiped away the tears streaming down Lin Xiaojie's pretty face.

Feeling angry, he deliberately touched her red cherry lips with his palm, and she passively kissed his hand with her soft and delicate touch.

Just then, he felt a sharp pain against Qiao Yan's thigh. Without even looking, he knew that Qiao Yan had finally found an opportunity to take revenge and pinch him.

He put the wet napkin in the trash can behind the front seat of the car and saw that Qiao Yan was still pinching herself hard, but her eyes were fixed straight ahead and she didn't even look at him.

Clearly, she was wondering what he was waiting for, so he granted her wish, placing his hand on her thigh and gently enveloping Qiao Yan's small, delicate hand with his warm, large hand. The hand was soft, with fine bones and slightly cool skin.

Qiao Yan's small hand left Zhao Chang'an's thigh and tried to pinch his fingers, but Zhao Chang'an skillfully pried them apart, so that their five fingers were intertwined and tightly clasped together.

Qiao Yan was stunned again, thinking to herself, "How can this bastard's hands be so nimble?"

He tried to pull back, but their fingers were interlocked, and he couldn't move at all.

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The two vehicles drove off the winding mountain road, crossed a river, and entered the plain below the mountain.

In the interplay of sunlight and clouds, the fields here are either filled with water, reflecting the azure sky, or planted with rapeseed flowers. The weather on the south side of the mountain is warmer than on the north side, and the rapeseed flowers are already in full bloom, turning golden yellow.

There were also alfalfa fields, with small purple flowers blooming on the lush green grass.

Zhao Chang'an's phone rang, and he finally let go of Qiao Yan's hand, which he had been holding for seven or eight minutes.

Qiao Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly moved her hands, which were sore from being forcibly gripped. Her palms were sweaty from trembling, and she couldn't help but glare at Zhao Chang'an resentfully.

(End of this chapter)