754: Chapter 743: Where Did the Scent Water On You Come From?
754: Chapter 743: Where Did the Scent Water On You Come From?
The sun had somehow already climbed to the center of the sky by the time the couple, who had been crazy all night, finally decided to get out of bed.
“Little lazy cat, time to get up!”
Ning Fan kissed the forehead of the beautiful woman beside him with affection, intending to get out of bed, but her arms still clung to his neck, unwilling to let go.
With an amused glance at Huo Qiuran who was lying beside him with a demure attitude of a little woman, Ning Fan helplessly kissed her moist lips again to finally extricate himself.
After a night of craziness, Huo Qiuran, now thoroughly nourished, emitted the unique charm of a woman that was utterly fascinating.
After getting dressed, Ning Fan couldn’t help but look back at Huo Qiuran, who was still somewhat languid, then he went downstairs and, after rummaging through the fridge, picked out some ingredients and began to bustle about in the kitchen.
By the time Huo Qiuran got dressed and came downstairs, she saw Ning Fan busily working in the kitchen in earnest.
At that moment, Ning Fan was intensely focused, his charisma turning heads.
If there were a time when a man was at his most handsome, it was when he was deeply concentrated.
And Ning Fan, who was carefully preparing lunch for Huo Qiuran, shone unbearably bright in her eyes, and as she quietly waited in the dining room, her cheeks cupped in her hands, her gaze grew increasingly smitten with the fully-engrossed Ning Fan in the kitchen.
Before long, the appetizing scent of food wafted over to where Huo Qiuran was.
“A lunch made with love, do you like it?”
Even though it was made with the few remaining ingredients from the fridge, it was packed with Ning Fan’s heartfelt intentions, and when it came to his cooking skills, Ning Fan was very confident, believing he would certainly not disappoint Huo Qiuran.
Hearing the words “made with love,” Huo Qiuran’s face turned red as she laughingly chided, “That’s cheesy!”
“We’re an old married couple, what’s cheesy about that?”
Ning Fan retorted with a playful roll of his eyes and a chuckle.
Here, the couple shared a tender moment, seeming just like a pair of immortal lovers, enviable to onlookers.
In the end, Ning Fan stayed with Huo Qiuran until the next day.
After much sweet time together, nearly getting lost in the soft allure of her tenderness, he reluctantly left.
Upon leaving Huo Qiuran, Ning Fan headed straight back home.
He hadn’t shown his face at home for a few days and Xu Ruolan hadn’t called him either, leaving him unsure whether she was worried about him or not.
But when Ning Fan returned, the house was empty, seemingly everyone had gone out.
Xu Ruolan was probably at the company, and Xu Xiaoqing was likely at school.
Ning Fan pulled out his phone, somewhat bored as he sat on the sofa.
With nothing else to do at the moment, Ning Fan took out his phone and dialed Zi Hongyu’s number to inquire if there was any new information.
He wondered where Teng Nan and Teng Bei had hidden themselves with Teng Feiyue, or whether they had already run back to Zang City.
“Ninth Master, there’s no new information on those two, but do you still want to know the whereabouts of that woman?”
Since that day, neither Teng Nan nor Teng Bei had made an appearance, but Teng Feiyue was different; she continued to be visible to them.
Zi Hongyu was unaware of Teng Feiyue’s true identity and thus kept a watchful eye on her.
Hearing this, Ning Fan’s eyes widened in surprise.
Teng Feiyue was actually still in Zhonghai and hadn’t gone into hiding?
Now that was interesting.
What was Teng Feiyue thinking, daring to stay within his sight?
Was she not afraid that he would capture her?
Thinking this way, Ning Fan asked about Teng Feiyue’s actions over the past two days.
“She’s still at that place, basically staying in the hotel the entire time.
Occasionally, she would go downstairs, just to ask the front desk if anyone was looking for her, as if she was waiting for someone!”
After learning this, Ning Fan’s eyes flickered, and a hint of an unusual gleam passed through his gaze.
Was Teng Feiyue waiting for someone?
She was probably waiting for him!
But this woman really had the nerve, continuing to wait for him to show up—did she have some reassurance, some method to deal with him?
While guessing Teng Feiyue’s purpose, Ning Fan was also considering whether to go see this Teng Feiyue.
This woman was the Yunteng Family’s precious daughter, just like Teng Huayang, she was a hostage with considerable value.
“Alright, I understand.
Keep watching.”
“Yes, Ninth Master!”
After hanging up the phone, Ning Fan’s thoughts soared toward Teng Feiyue.
Recalling his previous interactions with Teng Feiyue, Ning Fan suddenly found her inscrutable—what exactly did she want to do?
As he mulled over this question, Ning Fan stood up and walked toward the door.
After pondering for a while, he decided to go meet Teng Feiyue.
Since she was waiting for him, he couldn’t be a coward; what was there to fear from a woman?
With this plan in mind, Ning Fan, who had just returned home not long ago, was about to head out again.
But just as he reached the vestibule, the door suddenly opened, and Xu Xiaoqing walked in.
This time, when she looked at Ning Fan, she was no longer shy like before and had returned to her usual demeanor.
As soon as she saw Ning Fan, Xu Xiaoqing charged over, fuming, and questioned him like an interrogator: “You stupid fool, where have you been?
You still know how to come back!”
Ning Fan touched his nose and replied with an awkward smile, “I had some business to take care of, and just when I hurried back, I was about to go out again!”
He had indeed spent little time at home these past few days as he had been busy dealing with the Yunteng Family’s affairs, but it wasn’t for himself—it was for the people around him, including Xu Xiaoqing before him.
Yet, Xu Xiaoqing was not going to let Ning Fan off so easily.
She eyed him with suspicion, then leaned close to him and began sniffing, wrinkling her forehead, her gaze becoming sharp as a blade.
“What’s with the smell of perfume on you?
Are you wearing perfume now?”
Xu Xiaoqing bared her teeth in a grimace, as if she’d caught Ning Fan’s little secret, ready to judge him if he could not provide a satisfactory explanation.
Ning Fan’s heart skipped a beat, silently wondering if the girl had a dog’s nose, to be so sensitive?
Refusing to believe it, Ning Fan sniffed himself and indeed detected a fragrance, which left him momentarily speechless; he had slipped up a bit too much.
“Cough, cough, listen to me…”
“Uh-huh, I’m listening.
Go ahead!”
Xu Xiaoqing stood with her hands on her hips, blocking Ning Fan’s way.
It seemed that she wasn’t planning to leave unless Ning Fan came up with an explanation.
So, at this critical juncture, Ning Fan had a flash of inspiration.
His eyes darted around before he replied, “Actually, it’s like this—I’m actually 007.
Last night, I went on a mission, and you know, the place where I was performing the mission just happened to have a lot of women.
Naturally, after being in contact with them, I got the scent of their perfume on me!”