Chapter 26

As he spoke, he inadvertently glanced at Qin Chuchu, and upon seeing the view beneath her long skirt, he couldn't help but feel a rush of heat in his nose. This woman's figure was just too perfect.

A bit more would be too fat, a bit less would be too thin, her perfection could rival the Venus in a sculpture, except she had two more delicate arms.

Because of this, the sight was too stimulating, and he quickly turned his head away, afraid that he might embarrass himself by nosebleeding. That would be utterly humiliating.

Seeing his expression and recalling the two times they had been together, Qin Chuchu was startled. If Ye Bufan really had X-ray vision, wouldn't she have been completely exposed?

Thinking of this, she felt a wave of fear and immediately covered her chest with both hands, nervously saying, "You can't be serious, right?"

"Of course not, how could anyone have X-ray vision?"

Ye Bufan hurriedly found an excuse, saying, "I just observed more carefully. The person's chest had some tattoos exposed, and I saw them."

Hearing this, Qin Chuchu found it reasonable and couldn't help but sigh in relief, "That makes more sense, you really scared me."

Ye Bufan secretly used his X-ray vision to peek at the beautiful view again, and immediately felt his face flush and heart race. The sight was too stimulating, and he quickly averted his gaze.

Seeing his reaction, Qin Chuchu said不满地, "Why aren't you looking at me? Am I that ugly?"

Ye Bufan inwardly groaned. Women were truly strange creatures; it was wrong to look, and it was wrong not to look. What did they really want?

Fortunately, they soon arrived at the parking lot, and Qin Chuchu got into her car and left. Ye Bufan returned to the hotel he was renting.

Compared to the dormitory, the hotel was much better, especially in terms of quietness. He wouldn't have to worry about being disturbed while cultivating.

The next morning, he left the hotel feeling refreshed and headed to his mother's breakfast stall.

Ouyang Lan's cooking was excellent. After trying so many breakfasts in different places, none could compare to the buns her mother made by hand.

Ye Bufan hadn't eaten, and he wanted to enjoy the breakfast his mother made and help her out.

Ouyang Lan's breakfast stall was a distance away, in a village in the eastern district. They had been calling for relocation for a long time, but nothing had happened yet.

Three years ago, Ouyang Lan was driven out of her home by her brothers and came to Jiangnan City alone, renting a small house of about ten square meters to run a breakfast stall. She worked hard to earn money to support her two children's education.

Her younger sister, Ouyang Jing, was one year younger than Ye Bufan and was studying at a university in Jiangbei City.

Poor children grow up fast. Even though it was summer break, Ouyang Jing was working part-time and hadn't come back.

Thinking about all the good Ouyang Lan had done for him, Ye Bufan felt a wave of emotion. Although he was adopted, his mother had always treated him like her own, even better than her own daughter.

The environment in the village was terrible, with dilapidated buildings and a stinky ditch emitting a foul odor. After the rain last night, the roads were muddy and difficult to walk on.

Ye Bufan frowned as he walked. Ouyang Lan rented a place here because the rent was cheap.

Fortunately, he now had money and his own restaurant, so his mother and sister wouldn't have to suffer anymore.

Since returning from Jiangnan Hospital, Ouyang Lan felt that her dizziness and blurred vision were gone, and she was full of energy, as if she had become ten years younger.

She got up early to sell buns. Because her buns were delicious and she had many regular customers, she quickly sold more than half of the buns in a dozen steamer baskets.

While she was busy, four or five flashy-looking thugs came to her stall.

"Boss, business is good, huh!"

The leader, wearing a floral shirt and a mohawk, said.

Seeing them, Ouyang Lan's expression tightened, but she quickly put on a smile and said, "Brothers, my stall looks busy, but it doesn't make much money. Have you eaten? The buns just came out of the steamer, feel free to eat."

The mohawk said, "Cut the crap, when are you paying this month's protection fee?"

"Please give me a few more days, I haven't made much money recently. I just went to the hospital again..."

The mohawk's expression quickly turned cold, and he shouted, "Give me a break, what does it matter if you went to the hospital? As long as you're alive, you owe the full protection fee!"

A flash of anger crossed Ouyang Lan's face, but she quickly suppressed it and pulled out a hundred-yuan note from her apron bag, saying, "Brothers, this is all I made today."

A blond thug stepped forward and snatched the hundred-yuan note, saying, "This isn't even enough to feed a beggar. You owe at least 1000 yuan this month."

Ouyang Lan pleaded, "I only make two or three thousand yuan a month selling buns. I need to eat and support my children. How can I afford that much?"

The mohawk shouted, "Are you stupid? Don't you know what's important? This money is for Grandpa Ma. Is your children's education more important than Grandpa Ma's face?"

The blond thug kicked over a steamer basket, and the white buns fell to the ground.

"If you can't pay the protection fee, what are you selling buns for? Go starve."

Seeing the thugs' unreasonable behavior, the other vendors were furious, but they knew these were Grandpa Ma's men from the eastern district, and they couldn't afford to provoke them.

At this moment, Uncle Zhang, who sold fried dough sticks, said, "Sister Ouyang is a single mother raising two children. It's not easy. Can you give her a few more days?"

"Give her a break? The kids she's raising aren't mine. What does it have to do with me?" the mohawk said rudely, "If you keep interfering, I'll smash your stall too."

Uncle Zhang sighed and didn't say anything more. Although he sympathized with Ouyang Lan, he couldn't afford to provoke these people.

The mohawk said to the blond thug, "Take her bag and see if there's any more money."

The blond thug approached Ouyang Lan and reached for her apron bag.

Ouyang Lan's expression changed dramatically. The 20,000 yuan Ye Bufan gave her was in the bag. She quickly used both arms to protect it.

"Don't touch this bag..."

The mohawk shouted, "Sure enough, you have money. Take it from her."

The blond thug grabbed the apron bag, and despite Ouyang Lan's desperate protection, she couldn't match the strength of a man.

After a few tugs, the blond thug pulled the bag, tearing it in half. Two stacks of hundred-yuan notes and some loose change fell out.

"Sure enough, you have money. You were just pretending to be poor."

The blond thug cursed and reached for the stacks of hundred-yuan notes, but at that moment, a large foot appeared out of nowhere and stomped on his hand.