The village beauty and me!

Chen Huan grabbed Zhao Jingjing's hand immediately, looking rather impatient.

Zhao Jingjing knew what might happen next, but she let the warmth of Chen Huan's palm travel through her arm to her body.

An unprecedentedly strong demand prompted Chen Huan to pull Zhao Jingjing towards the back.

Just then, someone coughed loudly at the door.

What are you two doing?

"Pulling and tugging in broad daylight, aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock!"

Zhao Jingjing's father, Zhao Siming, appeared out of nowhere.

Her good-for-nothing brothers followed behind her.

Zhao Siming stared at Chen Huan with a dark expression and a strange look in his eyes.

She clearly saw through his little scheme.

Zhao Jingjing blushed and pulled her hand away.

Although she was somewhat embarrassed and nervous, the way she secretly glanced at Chen Huan revealed a hint of joy and delight.

"You guys even lined up to welcome me, is that so grand?" Chen Huan, who always spoke coldly to Zhao Siming, directly teased him.

Zhao Siming was seething with hatred, but at this moment he only frowned.

He said slowly, "Keep pretending, you can't keep it up for long."

"The new village chief has taken office, and your good days are over."

Chen Huan responded nonchalantly, "I've heard similar things too many times. If you think saying this kind of nonsense makes you feel better, then go ahead."

"I'm taking Zhao Jingjing away now. If you're done talking, then goodbye."

After saying that, he reached out to pull Zhao Jingjing.

Zhao Siming roared angrily, his face dark, "Chen Huan, don't be so arrogant."

"What do you want to do with Jingjing?"

  

Chen Huan responded directly, "Whatever you least want us to do, that's what we'll do."

Zhao Jingjing stood to the side, extremely embarrassed, and secretly kicked Chen Huan with her toe, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Weren't we going to talk about something, about the new village chief?"

Chen Huan reached out and patted Zhao Jingjing's pert spot.

Caught off guard, Zhao Jingjing screamed, clutching her bottom, her face turning bright red.

"Chen Huan, are you trying to die?" Zhao Siming felt like a giant toad had been shoved into his mouth in public; he was both angry and uncomfortable.

Then he glared at Zhao Jingjing's brothers beside him and roared, "Are you just going to stand by and watch?"

The three brothers, Zhao Dahe and Zhao Dashan, looked at each other, none of them daring to move.

In the past, anyone could easily pin Chen Huan to the ground and beat him senseless.

But it is different now.

Every one of the three of them had suffered greatly at Chen Huan's hands.

I knew this was a ruthless person I shouldn't mess with.

So even though they saw their girls getting such a good deal for Chen Huan, they could only watch.

"Chen Huan, you bad guy!" Zhao Jingjing bit her lip and slapped Chen Huan.

But to Zhao Siming and his companions, these actions didn't seem angry at all; they looked more like flirting.

Zhao Siming got even angrier, and his vision went black as he swayed and was about to fall.

"Dad!" Zhao Jingjing quickly ran over.

The three brothers patted Zhao Siming's chest and rubbed his back to help him catch his breath.

After working on it for a while, there was no result.

"I'll do it." Chen Huan walked over and slapped Zhao Siming across the face.

It was incredibly loud and clear.

Zhao Jingjing frowned and stomped her foot, "Are you crazy?"

But the next second he saw his father slowly wake up.

"Just now, did someone give me a big bag?" Zhao Siming touched his swollen cheeks and frowned.

No one answered.

Zhao Jingjing quickly changed the subject, "Dad, how are you feeling? Is your high blood pressure acting up again?"

"Take some medicine quickly, or we'll go to the hospital if it gets really bad."

Although Zhao Jingjing didn't particularly like Zhao Siming either, they were ultimately related by blood, and her concern for him was evident in her words.

Chen Huan calmly said, "I didn't hit him on purpose just now."

"His condition is very critical; if he is not careful, his blood vessels could burst."

"You won't need to take your high blood pressure medication anymore. Your meridians have been cleared. Just be careful to do fewer bad things and accumulate some good karma for yourself, and the problem will naturally not recur."

Zhao Jingjing's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"

Chen Huan raised an eyebrow. "I've always been genuine with you, there's no pretense."

Zhao Jingjing pursed her lips, a shy look on her face, "Annoying, can't you say something serious?"

Zhao Siming grinned.

He absolutely hated Chen Huan.

After all, it was this kid in front of them who turned their house into chaos.

Even he himself couldn't keep his job as village chief; it was all his fault.

What's most hateful is that he dared to flirt with my precious daughter right in front of me; he deserves to die.

Zhao Siming wanted nothing more than to rush over and beat Chen Huan up.

But at this moment, he clearly felt that the symptoms of high blood pressure he had experienced in the first two years seemed to have really disappeared.

All of this stemmed from Chen Huan's big bag.

A magical big bag.

Therefore, Zhao Siming dared not get angry, and even hoped that Chen Huan would hit him a few more times, so that he might become a few years younger.

"If you guys have nothing to do, don't waste my time." Chen Huan prepared to leave with Zhao Jingjing again.

"What's the rush? There are some things I need to explain to you."

"You two can do whatever you want from now on. I can't control you, and I don't want to anymore," Zhao Siming said in a low voice.

This time, both Chen Huan and Zhao Jingjing were surprised.

"Come in with me." After saying that, Zhao Siming turned around and walked into the courtyard.

His steps did look much lighter than before.

Zhao Dashan and the others tactfully made way for Chen Huan.

"Go ahead, at least give me some face," Zhao Jingjing gently persuaded.

Chen Huan raised an eyebrow. "So what are you going to give me later?"

Zhao Jingjing blushed. "I'll give you whatever you want, okay?"

Chen Huan lifted her leg and walked into the yard.

Once inside, Zhao Siming had already brewed tea and pushed a cup towards Chen Huan.

"Just say what you need to say, no need for all this formalities," Chen Huan said, his tone still cold.

Right now, all he could think about was doing something with Zhao Jingjing later, and he couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to Zhao Siming.

"Do you know who this new village chief is?"

"As soon as the new village chief arrived, he used the pretext of visiting me to gather all sorts of information."

"That includes you, and they seem particularly interested in you."

"They said they're going to take back all the forests and river channels you've contracted," Zhao Siming said slowly.

Chen Huan immediately snapped, "What nonsense!"

"I signed a contract with real money, why should I just take it back like that?"

"If you dare to break the agreement on your own, don't blame me for taking legal action. And if legal action doesn't work, you know I have other tricks up my sleeve."

Zhao Siming's eye twitched, as if he had recalled some unpleasant experience.

However, he quickly calmed down, clicked his tongue, and said, "Young people are so hot-blooded. Can't you let me finish what I have to say?"

"I signed the contract with you, and I also received the money."

"But hasn't the situation in the village changed now?"

"The new village chief said that the contract meets the specifications, so it must be voided."

"I've looked into it, and it seems like what they said is right."

"So this time, you're really in trouble."