Chen Yao then realized what was happening, her ears turning slightly red. She hurriedly got up, but her hands trembled uncontrollably from the shock.
An elderly man next to Zhang Fan gave him a thumbs up: "Young man, you were really cool just now. It reminded me of when I was young."
The middle-aged woman, sporting a landlady-style perm, clapped her hands enthusiastically: "Young man, you're so brave! Do you have a girlfriend yet?"
Before Zhang Fan could speak, he saw the older woman glance at Chen Yao, then lightly slap her mouth: "You two are such a perfect match, why am I being nosy?"
Chen Yao lowered her face, and the tips of her ears turned even redder.
There were also young girls who looked at Zhang Fan with infatuation, their eyes gleaming.
He rescued the damsel in distress, and in such a dashing way—much more handsome than any domineering CEO in a TV drama! I wish I could meet someone as handsome as him someday.
They secretly sized up Chen Yao, casting envious and jealous glances at her.
"Mr. Zhang, Chen Yao, what happened?" Ji Zhi was taking a nap in the car when he was awakened by the loud crash of the truck. He saw Zhang Fan and Chen Yao hugging each other, and when he looked at the truck with its front dented not far away, he broke out in a cold sweat.
Zhao Shuang was sentenced to death, so how could another car accident happen?
Zhang Fan glanced at Chen Yao's brow and saw that the dark cloud between her brows had disappeared, so he knew that the ordeal was over.
"The other party had a brake problem, it wasn't retaliation."
Looking at the truck driver being taken away by the police, Zhang Fan quickly realized that it was just a coincidence.
He glanced at Chen Yao, whose fingers were still trembling slightly, and said softly, "Let's go back in our car."
Chen Yao was still in shock, her embarrassment had faded, leaving only fear, and she nodded hastily.
After sitting in the car, Chen Yao's hands were still trembling slightly. She tried to suppress her racing heart and said, "Zhang Fan, I'm a little scared. Can I hold onto you?"
Zhang Fan reached out his hand to Chen Yao, and Chen Yao placed her slender, soft hand on it.
His hands were large and warm, like a hot spring, giving one a sense of security.
Ji Zhi looked at the two of them with their hands clasped together in the rearview mirror and didn't think anything was wrong. It was perfectly normal for Chen Yao to be frightened and need comfort.
Feeling the warmth of his palm, Chen Yao's heart gradually calmed down. As his thoughts returned, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
After Zhang Fan rejected her last time, she felt awkward meeting him, which is why she avoided him last time.
When she saw Zhang Fan today, she couldn't help but steal glances at him again. Because she felt guilty, her palms were sweating profusely.
Zhang Fan felt something wet and slippery on his hand, so he quickly looked up at Chen Yao and saw that her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural blush. He quickly placed his hand on Chen Yao's pulse.
Aside from a slightly rapid heartbeat, Chen Yao felt no discomfort. He frowned slightly and looked at Chen Yao curiously, asking, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Chen Yao guiltily avoided Zhang Fan's gaze; "No."
"Something's wrong. Your heart is beating too fast; it's not normal."
Chen Yao awkwardly withdrew her hand: "It's too hot. I'm not afraid anymore. Thank you."
Ji Zhi first took Chen Yao back to Zhao Lin's house, and then went straight to Bai Rou'er's house.
Because of a delay on the road, Zhang Fan arrived at Bai Rou'er's house a little late. Ji Zhi didn't get out of the car, saying that it was a family dinner today and it was inconvenient for him to attend.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, he saw Bai Nongrui and Bai Xinxin sitting there waiting for him. Bai Ting was also there, and she looked rounder and fairer than him.
The table was laden with dishes, all traditional Chinese hearty dishes. In front of Bai Nongrui was a glass jar filled with red liquid.
Zhang Fan said apologetically, "Something came up on the way and I was delayed."
Bai Nongrui smiled kindly: "You must be starving. Come and eat. It's all home, so order whatever you like."
Zhang Fan sat down next to Bai Rou'er, who placed a piece of braised pork rib in his bowl: "Eat up."
Bai Nongrui poured two glasses of wine from the glass jar and handed one to Zhang Fan: "Let's have a drink today, you two grown men."
Bai Rou'er disagreed, saying, "Dad, you're still taking your medicine."
As soon as Zhang Fan took the glass, he smelled the rich fruity aroma and knew it was wine. Seeing Bai Nongrui's pleading look, he said honestly, "Wine is like water; drinking a little will help your body recover."
Bai Nongrui winked at Zhang Fan and secretly gave him a thumbs up.
The atmosphere at the table was harmonious. Bai Nongrui raised his glass and kept clinking glasses with Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan was unaware of table manners and felt that pouring only a little bit each time was not enough, so he poured a full glass of wine.
Bai Rou'er covered her mouth and laughed, while Bai Nongrui chuckled, "A real man shouldn't be bothered by trivial matters!"
The moment the wine touches your lips, you'll experience a rich aroma, with grape flavors intertwined with vanilla notes, creating a complex and complex taste with a long and lingering finish that leaves you wanting more.
Bai Rou'er whispered, "Zhang Fan, this wine has a strong aftereffect, so be careful."
Bai Nongrui winked at Bai Rou'er to stop her, saying, "When you drink, you should drink happily."
Bai Rou'er instantly understood Bai Nongrui's meaning: one's drinking habits reveal one's character, and he wanted to test Zhang Fan's character.
Although Bai Nongrui did want to drink, he was more concerned about whether Zhang Fan was someone he could entrust his life to, as this concerned Bai Rou'er's lifelong happiness.
Bai Xinxin, ever the smooth talker, kept clinking glasses with Zhang Fan while holding her drink. By the end, Zhang Fan had practically drunk almost four bottles of wine all by himself.
"Brother-in-law, what are you busy with today?" Bai Xinxin asked.
Although Zhang Fan looked drunk, he wasn't actually drunk at all. His body had been strengthened, and his alcohol tolerance had also improved.
"I went to get medical treatment, bought gifts, and incidentally saved someone who was almost hit by a car."
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