231: Chapter 231: We Really Look Like a Couple 231: Chapter 231: We Really Look Like a Couple When Lan Kexin asked about his family, Ning Fan knew she meant no harm, but still, he felt uncomfortable inside.
Gazing out of the window at the passing scenery, Ning Fan’s eyes were filled with complexity.
The atmosphere, which had been so pleasant, suddenly grew tense.
Thinking she had evoked painful memories, Lan Kexin’s face turned frantic, and she replied apologetically, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked!”
Ning Fan turned to Lan Kexin with a slight smile, indicating that she needn’t worry, and replied, “I don’t even know where my family has gone, it’s okay, you don’t need to worry about me.”
Ning Fan didn’t blame Lan Kexin, after all, it wasn’t something she did on purpose, just an unintentional remark.
“I’m sorry!”
Although Ning Fan said it was okay, Lan Kexin still apologized.
Afterward, Lan Kexin didn’t continue to ask further.
She knew some things should not be questioned, so she definitely shouldn’t bring them up, prying into others’ wounds which was just too cruel!
Eventually, the car arrived at the vegetable market.
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“My dear, seeing as you’re so pretty, I won’t quarrel with you over price—let’s settle on this one!”
“Thank you, auntie!”
At the vegetable market, Ning Fan watched in amazement as Lan Kexin successfully bargained with a vendor.
“My goodness, no need to thank me.
This is your boyfriend, isn’t it?
You two are really well-matched.
Here, let me give you a tomato as well!”
“It’s not like that…”
Lan Kexin, her face flushed, tried to explain, but the older auntie in front of her looked at her with knowing, suggestive eyes, as if to say, “I understand.”
“Nowadays, young people are all shy.
Auntie gets it; we weren’t like that back in our day…”
Ultimately, Lan Kexin returned to Ning Fan’s side with the carefully chosen spoils of her shopping.
Seeing her back, Ning Fan caught hold of her hand, taking the bag from her grasp.
“Let the gentleman take care of such tasks,” he said.
Ning Fan took over carrying the vegetables, leaving Lan Kexin with a sweet feeling in her heart.
They had wandered around the vegetable market for more than half an hour, with Lan Kexin selecting a variety of vegetables.
“This…”
“That’s enough, that’s enough, all these are things I love to eat!”
Ning Fan knew what Lan Kexin wanted to ask; it was whether or not he liked the food, a question she had asked him countless times along the way.
Now, his response had become an almost subconscious reflex, and the bag in his hand was nearly full.
“They’ve already filled up…” Lan Kexin said in surprise, covering her mouth.
Unconsciously, they had bought so many vegetables.
“Let’s head back,” he suggested.
On the way back, Lan Kexin walked beside Ning Fan, the intimacy between them attracting numerous glances, especially from the men, all of whom looked at Ning Fan with envy.
They were like a couple out shopping at the market, or maybe newlyweds?
Walking by Ning Fan’s side, Lan Kexin felt a sweet contentment.
She was only short of taking Ning Fan’s arm, which would have made them appear even more like a couple envied by immortals.
“I think we really look like husband and wife,” Ning Fan suddenly said with a shameless laugh.
“Stop it!
How do we look alike!”
Lan Kexin’s face turned red.
Then she asked, “What flavor do you like?”
“As long as you make it, it’s fine!”
“Mmm…”
Lan Kexin’s cute face blushed.
She twirled her hair near her ears with her hand, looking beautiful and endearing.
For a moment, Ning Fan felt as if the world had stopped, leaving only her in it.
Ning Fan’s eyes flashed with an inexplicable expression.
All the groceries were bought, and half an hour later, the two returned to Lan Kexin’s home.
Lan Kexin’s home was not very large, just a cozy little apartment of less than sixty square meters, which she lived in alone.
The career woman with an annual salary of millions lived in a place that was not so luxurious, and it was then that Ning Fan really started to understand Lan Kexin.
“You sit for a while, I’ll go to the kitchen to take care of the groceries.
Soon, I’ll let you taste my cooking skills!”
Lan Kexin pushed Ning Fan to the living room, while she herself snatched the groceries and dashed into the kitchen.
She tied her hair skillfully behind her head and put on an apron to start cooking.
Her enchanting figure became all the more tempting after she took off her OL suit jacket.
The towering snow peaks were neither too large nor too small, her willowy waist exquisitely slender, and her pert buttocks full and round.
Supported by two straight and long legs, the sight left Ning Fan yearning.
In this way, she increasingly resembled a virtuous and beautiful wife, Ning Fan watched, somewhat mesmerized, the graceful figure that had started to busy herself in the kitchen.
“Eh?”
Ning Fan walked around the room, scrutinizing the simply decorated yet warm and welcoming little home.
During this time, he discovered a photograph.
It was a group photo, with Lan Kexin leaning on another middle-aged woman.
“Her mother?” Ning Fan guessed, just looking at the photo without touching it.
In the photo, Lan Kexin and the middle-aged woman appeared very intimate, likely family, and it was very possible that this was Lan Kexin’s mother.
One could vaguely see similarities between the middle-aged woman and Lan Kexin, but what was unexpected was the deep wrinkles on her face, making her look old.
Lan Kexin’s mother did not seem well-maintained and bore a weathered look.
Ning Fan felt puzzled but then thought of Lan Kexin’s place of residence.
The frugal habits seem to have been established from her childhood, hinting that her family background might not be very good.
Even though she worked at Xu Corporation and earned a million a year, her life was still very frugal.
This was a frugal and diligent woman—a good wife.
Ning Fan thought to himself, if anyone could marry a woman like Lan Kexin, they would indeed have eight lifetimes of good fortune!
Time passed by unknowingly, and the dishes on the dining table began to pile up, until the table was eventually filled with a sumptuous feast.
The fragrance that filled the room was appetite-stirring.
“It seems our Manager Lan is in the wrong profession.
With such culinary skills, what’s a five-star chef?”
Ning Fan, holding his chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth.
As the juices spread, he couldn’t help but give a thumbs up.
Lan Kexin’s cooking was indeed impressive.
“Don’t make fun of me.
A five-star chef, really?
Looks like no amount of food can block your nonsense-sprouting mouth.
Here, let’s have a drink!”
Lan Kexin laughed, a glint of amusement in her eyes, pleased by Ning Fan’s compliments.
“Cheers!”
Lan Kexin raised her glass and the two clinked their glasses together.
At that moment, Lan Kexin had shed her previous shyness.
Sitting at the table eating with Ning Fan, drinking together, their interaction seemed as warm as a couple married for more than a decade.
The room radiated warmth, and looking at each other, both felt a warmth in their hearts.
“If someone wants to marry you, remember to tell me!”
“Why?”
“Of course, because I can’t bear to let you go.
To think someone is going to snatch such a great woman from me, I’d break his third leg!”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, as if a dog could spit out ivory!”
Ning Fan teased Lan Kexin with idle banter, his laughter echoing throughout the room.
As the alcohol set in, Lan Kexin drew circles on the table with one hand and propped her chin with the other.
Her cheeks were flush with a touch of red, and her lips parted and closed as she spoke, emitting fragrance—an extremely seductive sight.
Her flushed little face, akin to a cherry, was irresistibly bite-worthy.
Suddenly, Lan Kexin’s eyes became slightly embarrassed, she opened her mouth as if to muster up courage.
“Ning Fan, that night, did we actually…”