Chapter 777: Chapter 770: Strolling the Night Market (Part 4)
Bai Yiran watched helplessly as Leng Yichen threw the remaining eight skewers of raw meat into the trash can. Her heart was filled with rage, as if it had fallen into the garbage bin along with those skewers.
In the end, Leng Yichen didnât let Bai Yiran finish all the skewers she ordered; he himself only grudgingly ate some under her pressure.
As the two left the BBQ stall, the owner earnestly told Bai Yiran, "Young lady, when finding a partner, you shouldnât just look at appearances. Looks canât fill your stomach, especially those handsome ones who are stingy with their girlfriends, theyâre usually not good guys!"
The owner naturally lumped Leng Yichen into the category of "not good guys." After paying, Leng Yichen came over, seeing the owner talking to Bai Yiran, who was looking down with a gentle smile. His face immediately darkened, and he strode over, pulled Bai Yiran into his arms, and walked out, "Letâs go!"
Bai Yiranâs body staggered in Leng Yichenâs embrace, but with him there, he wouldnât let her fall.
"What did that old man say to you?" Leng Yichen knew it wasnât anything good.
Bai Yiran giggled, "The boss said, looks canât fill your stomach. Handsome guys who are stingy with their girlfriends are usually no good."
Leng Yichen chuckled, his tone playful yet seemed earnest, "Looks like I should turn that stall over."
Bai Yiran rolled her eyes at Leng Yichen, then took his hand and continued walking through the market.
The deeper they went, the more people there were, and the more crowded it became. People of all kinds were jostling and slowly moving forward. Leng Yichen really disliked this pace; he felt it was a waste of time.
He had Bai Yiran walk in front of him, both hands on her shoulders, keeping her protected in his embrace, not allowing anyone the chance to touch her. Yet, whether by accident or deliberately, there were always women brushing against him, which he found very annoying.
"Why donât we walk outside, itâs too crowded here."
"Night markets are supposed to be crowded! If we walk outside, itâs not a night market anymore." Bai Yiran was in high spirits; she hadnât been here in years.
Seeing Bai Yiranâs enthusiastic expression, Leng Yichen couldnât bear to say more, so he continued to accompany her through the market.
The night market not only had food but also a dazzling array of small goods, although there wasnât much for them to buy. So, Bai Yiran again focused her attention on the food.
Bai Yiran had a great time, and Leng Yichen happily accompanied her. They wandered and ate until it was quite late before calling Wang Hai to come and pick them up.
At this time, at the entrance of the night market, a black Maybach slowly drove over. Because of the crowd, the car was moving slower than walking speed.
Wang Hai found a place to park the car. There was still some time before his scheduled meeting with Leng Yichen, so he got out of the car to smoke a cigarette.
Such a luxury car parked at the entrance of the night market quickly became the focus of passersby. People glanced at the car, then at Wang Hai leaning against it, and couldnât help but imagine him as a wealthy middle-aged man.
Soon, a woman exuding the smell of smoke and fire approached and softly asked, "Big brother, is this car yours?"
Wang Hai glanced at the woman and smiled, "Iâm just a driver."
The woman didnât believe him, looking at Wang Haiâs robust figure and the military-like aura of his upright posture, he didnât look like an ordinary driver.
Indeed, Wang Hai was not an ordinary driver; he was Leng Yichenâs driver.