Chen Xiaofan gritted his teeth in anger. How could this woman be so unreasonable and so damn shrewish?
He figured he could be as feisty as she was, the more feisty she was, the better he'd like her.
"This shop is so small, it can't even earn a few dozen yuan a month. She's divorced from her husband and will come with me to be the boss's wife. She won't have to do anything, she'll just have to serve me in bed."
After Chen Xiaofan finished speaking, he seemed to remember something else. "Oh right, I remember you have two babies. If you can't bear to part with them, bring them with you. I'll raise them for you. As long as you take good care of me, you have to be comfortable both in and out of bed."
Seeing that he was relentlessly teasing her, Jiang Xue picked up the long ruler she used to measure the fabric and struck Chen Xiaofan hard.
What Jiang Xue didn't expect was that Chen Xiaofan was a martial arts expert. He was not someone to be bullied. He had been involved in many fights since he was a child. If you randomly picked him on the street, there would be several hooligans who didn't know him.
A notorious gang leader.
Jiang Xue looked at his roguish appearance and got anxious. "Get the hell away from me. If you want to go to a brothel, go to a brothel. Don't act like a slut here."
"Who said I'm being promiscuous? I'm here to have pants made and take my measurements. If you hit me again, I'll stand outside your shop and shout until you go out of business today."
Jiang Xue thought to herself, "Damn it! It's really like dogs fighting, they've met their match."
"We charge 100 yuan for pants here, or we won't make them." Jiang Xue just wanted to raise the price and drive him away.
"Madam, you're ripping off customers! I'm going to report you! You evil capitalists are exploiting poor, destitute people like me!"
Jiang Xue's face turned green. She swallowed her anger and had no choice but to pick up the tape measure and measure Chen Xiaofan's size.
Chen Xiaofan stood there, saying, "Don't measure my waist or hips wrong."
Jiang Xue wasn't very tall to begin with, and Chen Xiaofan was even taller. When she tried to measure his waist, she felt like her face was practically touching his chest. Her face was already burning red.
As luck would have it, Sun Ze'an happened to be carrying a file bag over.
Jiang Xue seemed to see a savior and quickly straightened up, even though she was almost touching Chen Xiaofan.
"You came back really fast, huh?" Jiang Xue deliberately ignored Chen Xiaofan.
"I wanted to see you, so I rushed back." Sun Ze'an's tone was calm, and he exuded an elegant and refined air.
Jiang Xue's already red face wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground. Wasn't the 1980s supposed to be conservative?
How come they're all so extravagant, each one more flamboyant than the last?
She didn't see Chen Xiaofan standing to the side at all.
Chen Xiaofan stared in astonishment, her mouth agape. How could she be so casually flirting with a married woman like Sun Ze'an? And looking at him, with his gold-rimmed glasses and expensive watch, how did she manage to hook up with him?
And so openly and honestly, it completely shattered his worldview.
Throughout the entire process, his mouth was wide open, and his head moved back and forth like a camera, constantly following Sun Ze'an.
Jiang Xue noticed Chen Xiaofan's keen interest in gossip and asked, "What are you doing? I have customers right now, aren't you leaving?"
"I'm not leaving. Why should I leave? Why can you be with him but not with me?"
As soon as Chen Xiaofan finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze, and Jiang Xue was completely frozen.
She slapped him across the face and said, "Slap! Show me some respect when you speak from now on."
"What do you take me for?" Jiang Xue asked, her face turning ashen with anger.
Sun Ze'an stared sharply at Chen Xiaofan. "I am pursuing Jiang Xue, but don't talk nonsense. She's not with me yet, but I believe that it won't be long before I can win her over with my sincerity."
Jiang Xue's lips twitched as she listened to the rambling and nonsensical remarks. If Sun Ze'an hadn't been dressed in such a refined manner, she would have slapped him long ago.
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