603: Chapter 592: Who Asked You to Take Responsibility?
Shameless!
603: Chapter 592: Who Asked You to Take Responsibility?
Shameless!
Qian Xiaorou told Ning Fan everything about her father, Qian Nengde, and his directive for her—to get close to Ning Fan.
Qian Xiaorou had always resisted this decision of Qian Nengde’s.
It was his own business to try to ingratiate himself with Ning Fan.
Qian Xiaorou couldn’t control it, nor did it have anything to do with her.
But when Qian Nengde said he wanted Qian Xiaorou to get close to Ning Fan to bridge their relationship, that’s where the conflict started.
It was today that she had a fight with her father, Qian Nengde, so she ran out in a huff and went to the bar to drink sulkingly by herself.
And then, what happened after the bar—there’s no need to say anymore, Ning Fan knows all about it.
“So there was such a thing…”
A wry smile hung on Ning Fan’s face.
No wonder Qian Xiaorou had been so angry with him before, her attitude so nasty, and her words conveyed a desire not to have any relation with Ning Fan.
Turns out, the root of the problem lay with Qian Nengde.
After listening to Qian Xiaorou’s story, Ning Fan didn’t even know who to blame anymore.
Should he blame Qian Nengde?
If it weren’t for him, Qian Xiaorou probably wouldn’t have been so resistant to Ning Fan before.
Yet, Qian Nengde had helped him a lot, and getting Qian Xiaorou to approach him wasn’t part of some plot, probably just to get him framed by her.
It wasn’t right to blame Qian Xiaorou either, she was the victim who didn’t want her life planned out like that.
Then should he blame himself?
But that wasn’t quite right either!
If it really came down to it, it would be like sitting at home and getting hit by a pot falling from the sky!
So, this was a tough call.
It was so messy, and it was unclear who exactly was to blame.
Everyone had their own stance; it was unclear who was right and who was wrong.
Ning Fan thought for a long time and eventually shook his head, then looked at Qian Xiaorou and suggested, “Then I should take you home even more, and I’ll clear things up with your dad by the way, to prevent him from making you do things you’re unwilling to in the future.”
“I don’t need your kindness, shameless, scoundrel, capable of doing such things!”
Qian Xiaorou refused, still harboring resentment about Ning Fan spanking her.
Every time she thought about it, Qian Xiaorou felt a wave of humiliation.
Ning Fan had a gloomy face: “You still hold grudges, huh.
Let the past be the past.”
“And just like that, let it go?!” Qian Xiaorou angrily glared at Ning Fan.
After being lectured and spanked, what else did Ning Fan want?
“Not letting it go, do you want me to take responsibility or what?” Ning Fan’s gaze was sly as he looked towards Qian Xiaorou’s back.
Qian Xiaorou’s face turned red, and she subconsciously placed her hands behind her, covering her bottom, again feeling a burning pain.
“Who needs you to take responsibility, I don’t need that!”
Qian Xiaorou said defiantly, then turned around and headed straight out to leave this place.
Seeing this, Ning Fan couldn’t care less, he dashed over and hoisted Qian Xiaorou onto his shoulder.
“Ah!”
After being carried by Ning Fan, Qian Xiaorou screamed in embarrassment.
“What are you doing?!”
“What else, of course I’m taking you home!”
Ning Fan silently pinched his nose, patted her thigh, and then sprinted down the street.
“Let go of me, let go, you shameless hooligan!
Help, somebody, help!
Bastard, put me down right now!!!”
Ning Fan, carrying the struggling Qian Xiaorou on his shoulder, dashed through the streets to the parking lot.
Passersby were bewildered, all wondering what new stunt this was.
Carrying your girlfriend through the streets?
Upon finding his car, Ning Fan pressed Qian Xiaorou into the passenger seat, turned the key, and completely ignored the curses coming from a blushing Qian Xiaorou next to him.
…
The Qian Family mansion, with its grand entrance flanked by two stone lions, was suddenly approached by an SUV.
The car door opened, and out came Ning Fan, carrying Qian Xiaorou.
“Bastard!!!”
On Ning Fan’s shoulder, Qian Xiaorou glared at him with gritted teeth, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes ablaze with fury.
Ning Fan ignored Qian Xiaorou’s struggles and walked straight to the Qian Family’s front gate.
At the same time, an elder came to meet them, freezing in place when he saw Ning Fan carrying Qian Xiaorou.
“This, this, this…”
The elderly butler, dressed in a gray traditional robe, trembled as he pointed to Ning Fan and Qian Xiaorou, at a loss for words for a long while.
His eyes bulged, furious at the disrespect Ning Fan was showing by carrying their young miss this way, blowing his beard and staring wide-eyed.
“Son of a bitch, put me down now!”
Ning Fan gave a sheepish smile and prepared to let Qian Xiaorou down.
“Miss, what’s this about?”
Behind the butler, a young man walked out, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome at first glance, obviously someone well-practiced in martial arts.
He frowned when he saw Ning Fan and Qian Xiaorou standing together.
Upon seeing him, Qian Xiaorou’s eyes lit up, and she immediately yelled, “Zheng Siming, this guy is molesting me, quickly teach him a lesson for me!”
Hearing Qian Xiaorou whipping up a false charge against him at this moment, Ning Fan rolled his eyes and turned his head towards her with a look of irritation.
The man named Zheng Siming was a martial arts expert of the Qian Family, anciently known as bodyguard…
He already had a soft spot for Qian Xiaorou and considered her the woman of his dreams.
Seeing Ning Fan carry her and hearing her cry for help, he immediately grew furious and roared, “Scoundrel, put the young miss down immediately!”
“Can’t you be quiet for once?”
Ning Fan ignored Zheng Siming and looked helplessly at Qian Xiaorou.
With eyes widened in rage and his face turning dark after being ignored, Zheng Siming thought Ning Fan must have done something indecent to her, igniting his fury completely.
“You’re asking for it!”
Zheng Siming charged forward, aiming a roundhouse kick at Ning Fan’s waist.
Ning Fan stepped back effortlessly, dodging Zheng Siming’s kick.
He smirked and said indifferently, “You’d better step aside, or else I’m afraid I’ll have to take you down.”
Zheng Siming’s eyes flared with anger, his face turned pitch black, and he lunged at Ning Fan with a ‘White Crane Spreads Wings’ attack.
Ning Fan shook his head, muttering, “Flashy nonsense, what’s the use…”
Without dodging, Ning Fan met him with a kick aimed at Zheng Siming’s waist, sending him flying back through the Qian Family’s gates.
The butler still hadn’t recovered, finally managing to say what he had meant to say from the start, “This…
what a disgrace!”
“Call your master out for me, I need to clear something up with Qian Xiaorou and him,” Ning Fan said bluntly to the butler, almost provoking him to rush forward and grab Qian Xiaorou.
But seeing Ning Fan’s skill, who would dare make a move?