Chapter 12

2 "Yang... Big Brother Yang... Get out quickly..." Li Jingjing turned around, but afraid of being seen with her round, firm buttocks, she couldn't help but almost cry in urgency.

Hearing the girl's clear, pure plea, Yang Chen's bloodshot eyes finally calmed down. He took a deep breath to suppress his冲动的欲望, and immediately closed the door and retreated.

After waiting quietly outside for a while, Li Jingjing, now dressed, walked out with her head lowered, her blush spreading all the way to her ears.

Yang Chen said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Jingjing, I didn't mean to."

Li Jingjing responded in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "I... I know... Big Brother Yang is a good person..."

"Good person, huh..." Yang Chen muttered with a bitter smile, "Jingjing, when you earn money in the future, buy a good house, even if it's on a loan. It's not convenient for a girl like you to always live with your parents."

"Um..." The girl didn't seem to fully understand, but she looked like a pitiful, injured lamb, evoking sympathy.

Yang Chen sighed, "It's late. You should rest early. You have to go to work tomorrow, right? As a new teacher, you need to make some achievements. I'll go to the bathroom and then leave."

"Um... Big Brother Yang, take care." The girl's voice was still soft, but it could make a man's bones go numb.

Seeing Li Jingjing bathing made Yang Chen completely sober up. He carried a sense of guilt towards the innocent girl and left the courtyard with the old Lis' farewell.

After closing the door, the old Lis started talking about Yang Chen.

Aunt Li said with some worry, "Old man, do you think our Jingjing likes Little Yang? She always looks at him with such a happy expression."

"That's good. Little Yang is a good match for our Jingjing!" Old Li chuckled.

"What are you saying! Little Yang is nice, but he sells lamb skewers. Our Jingjing is now a teacher at a key high school. Do you want her to marry someone who sells lamb skewers!?" Aunt Li said angrily.

Old Li took a displeased puff of his cigarette, "What's wrong? Do you look down on people who do small businesses? Little Yang has helped us so much. If it weren't for our family, would he be just selling lamb skewers!?"

Seeing that she had upset her husband, Aunt Li didn't say anything more, but she was determined not to let her daughter be with Yang Chen. At worst, she would treat Yang Chen to a few more meals as compensation.

The old couple didn't know that their beloved daughter, Li Jingjing, was standing by the window upstairs, blushing and watching Yang Chen leave with a racing heart.

Following the river, Yang Chen bought a pack of two-yuan West Lake cigarettes at a small store and walked home while smoking. He thought about the moments when he first met the Li family upon returning to the country. He was amazed at how the once-naughty girl had transformed into a beautiful young woman in just half a year, and he marveled at the unpredictability of life.

He remembered saving Li Jingjing from being assaulted by a thug on this very river, which led to his acquaintance with the Li family. Perhaps every girl has a hero complex, and even though he sold lamb skewers, he was special to Li Jingjing.

Lost in these thoughts, Yang Chen unknowingly reached the riverside dock. A few sparse streetlights cast a hazy, beautiful glow over the dock. The summer breeze brought a cool sensation.

At this moment, a tall SUV appeared on the road ahead. Yang Chen's eyes lit up, and he saw a tall woman in a black dress standing by the river railing, her wavy hair fluttering in the wind, a few strands of rose red in the light, accentuating her beautiful, fair face. She wore light eye shadow, and her eyes, like water, gazed at the distant, dimly lit yacht, revealing a hint of melancholy. Her full figure exuded the charm of maturity, with her ample chest and round, firm buttocks still eye-catching under the black chiffon dress. Her long, shapely legs were wrapped in pink stockings, and she wore a pair of crystal-colored high heels, exuding an aura of elegance and nobility.

This was definitely the best prey for the night. Yang Chen's blood, which had just been stirred by seeing Li Jingjing's body, began to boil again.

"Nice car, I didn't expect to see one of the limited 40 in the country here..." Yang Chen praised, leaning against the railing.

The beautiful woman收回了远眺的目光，轻轻撇过头，眼中带着几分惊讶和好奇，但紧接着却露出一个风情万种的甜美微笑，“你懂这车？”

岂止是懂，这种英国人造的6虎车，哥当年炸毁的都不下数百辆……杨辰心里暗暗苦笑，脸上却悠然自得地道：“nnversry，6虎的40周年纪念版，最大功率为375千瓦，峰值扭矩为625，5.0升机械增压发动机……我没说错吧。”

“你说的这些我不懂，我只是喜欢这车，就买了。”女人捋了下飞扬的发丝，简单的一个动作却显得妖娆迷人。

“女人不都喜欢小巧典雅些的跑车么，保时捷911，奔驰SLR，宝马Z4，就算是奥迪TT的外型都会比6虎受喜爱多吧。我可不信能买这车的人买不起那些车。”杨辰又掏出一根烟，既然眼前的成熟美女没有排斥自己，那杨辰不介意多聊聊。

女人摇了摇头，“我倒不这么觉得，开跑车，远没有开SUV来得有安全感……女人，不是应该更好地保护自己么……”

“美女，好像你很没安全感。”杨辰心里乐开了，貌似是个深闺怨妇，这样的女人最容易上钩。

谁知女人还是摇头，“你错了，我很安全，之所以说开SUV更有安全感，只不过让自己心里多一份安慰罢了。”

“你才错了，如果你真有安全感，现在就该给我一个巴掌，让我滚蛋。”杨辰邪笑着凑上前，喷出一口烟雾。

女人并没有闪躲，香烟刺鼻的气味消散在风中，那对闪亮如星辰的眸子直直地盯着杨辰，最后，却灿烂地笑了，“你是哪家的少爷，如果是想用这种话引起我的注意，那也未免太小看我了。”

“你叫唐婉？”杨辰默默念了两遍，笑着道：“我不是谁家的少爷，我就一卖羊肉串的，你哪天有空去西区菜市场看看我就知道。”

“卖羊肉串的？”唐婉认真打量了杨辰几眼，忍不住扑哧笑出声来，一阵枝颤才停住道：“小帅哥，你当我是傻子还是你欺骗自己？”

“我真是卖羊肉串的，虽然我没营业执照。”杨辰苦恼地重复道，怎么如今这世道，说实话就没人信呢？

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The woman收回了远眺的目光，轻轻撇过头，眼中带着几分惊讶和好奇，但紧接着却露出一个风情万种的甜美微笑，“你懂这车？”

Not only do I understand it, but I've destroyed hundreds of these British-made 6 Tiger cars in the past... Yang Chen inwardly sighed bitterly but said with a relaxed smile, "nnversry, the 40th anniversary edition of the 6 Tiger, with a maximum power of 375 kilowatts, peak torque of 625, and a 5.0-liter supercharged engine... I didn't get it wrong, did I?"

"I don't understand all that. I just like the car, so I bought it." The woman smoothed her flying hair, and a simple gesture made her appear alluring and enchanting.

"Don't women usually prefer smaller, more elegant sports cars, like the Porsche 911, Mercedes SLR, BMW Z4, or even the Audi TT? I can't believe someone who can afford this car can't afford those." Yang Chen took out another cigarette, and since the mature beauty in front of him didn't reject him, he didn't mind chatting more.

The woman shook her head, "I don't think so. Driving a sports car doesn't give me the same sense of security as an SUV... Women should protect themselves better, shouldn't they?"

"Beautiful lady, it seems you lack a sense of security." Yang Chen was inwardly delighted, thinking she might be a lonely and discontented woman, the easiest type to hook.

But the woman shook her head again, "You're wrong. I feel very safe. Saying that an SUV gives me more security is just a way to comfort myself."

"You're the one who's wrong. If you really felt safe, you would have slapped me and told me to get lost." Yang Chen leaned in with a wicked smile, exhaling a puff of smoke.

The woman didn't dodge. The pungent smell of the cigarette dissipated in the wind, and her bright, star-like eyes stared straight at Yang Chen. Finally, she smiled brightly, "Are you some rich kid? If you're trying to get my attention with such talk, you're underestimating me."

"You're called Tang Wan?" Yang Chen repeated it twice silently and smiled, "I'm not some rich kid. I'm just a guy who sells lamb skewers. If you have time, you can visit the West District market and find me."

"Selling lamb skewers?" Tang Wan seriously examined Yang Chen for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh, a fit of giggles before she stopped, "Little handsome, do you think I'm a fool or are you fooling yourself?"

"I really do sell lamb skewers, even though I don't have a business license." Yang Chen repeated, troubled. How come telling the truth isn't believed these days?