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Chapter 222 -s 223-224, Little Fool

Chapter 222: Chapters 223-224, Little Fool

Fang Yi carried Fang Yuying on his back into the car, and also took a few bottles of baijiu. Since Fang Yuying wanted to drink, he decided to accompany her and drink slowly.

He started the sports coupe that Song Wuliang had given him and drove away from the rural pleasure garden, heading towards the city.

But on the road, Fang Yi noticed that a Land Rover was following far behind.

Fang Yi made no move, continuously driving until he reached the entrance of the residential complex.

The residential complex where Fang Yi lived was somewhat remote, and there was a lane that made it very quiet. When Fang Yi parked the car, the Land Rover behind also came to a stop.

The person inside the Land Rover did not seem to fear exposing his tracks; he even drove the Land Rover closer after Fang Yi had stopped.

Fang Yi opened the car door, stepped out, closed the door, and looked in that direction.

After a brief moment, the Land Rover’s door opened, and a big man got out.

This man had a buzz cut and appeared to be around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old. He stood at around one meter eighty, a good half head taller than Fang Yi, truly a tall and burly figure. But he wasn’t the simple-minded muscle man type; his eyes were sharp and alert, giving off the impression of a tiger standing before Fang Yi.

Even without showing its might, merely standing there, a tiger exudes a powerful aura.

Neither of them spoke a word. The big man walked towards Fang Yi, each step heavy and forceful, like a moving mountain.

"Are... Are you really Fang Yi?" the big man asked.

"Yes."

"If you are, it makes sense for Yuying to come looking for you," the big man said.

"Are you a member of the Fang Family as well?" Fang Yi asked indifferently.

The big man paused for a moment, then let out a bitter laugh, "Sort of, and also not really, it’s hard to explain. Here’s my ID; you can take a look." Saying that, he took a small booklet out of his pocket and tossed it over.

Fang Yi caught it, opened it, and saw ’He Han, Major of the Southern Military District of Tianjing.’ After examining it, Fang Yi threw the ID back, and then took out a pack of Red Pagoda Mountain cigarettes that cost ten yuan each and held it up.

He Han had a rather serious face, and so his smile was a bit stiff when he laughed and waved his hand, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and said, "Smoke mine."

Fang Yi took one, glanced at it, ’Military God’ cigarettes, available only within the military. These cigarettes were very strong, to put it simply, they contained something akin to a stimulant.

Such cigarettes were only bearable by the burly men in the military, as well as injured soldiers, who could smoke them to prevent losing consciousness. Of course, even within the military, they weren’t easy to come by, not something an ordinary soldier would have the chance to smoke.

Fang Yi took a drag; indeed, the hit was very strong, but it also helped him clear his head significantly.

He Han was also smoking, sitting broad and bold on the hood of his Land Rover and asked, "How’s the taste?"

"Not bad."

"If you like it, when I get back to Tianjing, I’ll send some over to you," He Han said, "Not too many, a few packs are already quite good. You know, those generals are quite stingy; asking them for a pack is like trying to rob their wives, haha."

With that, He Han laughed heartily, his laughter booming.

Fang Yi exhaled a puff of smoke and said softly, "Did I... know you before?"

He Han’s laughter ceased; his eyes shone with intensity and carried a heavy solemnity.

"I knew you, but you didn’t know me," He Han said.

"Can you tell me about it?" asked Fang Yi.

He Han hesitated for a moment, then casually lay on his Land Rover’s windshield, basking in the sun, assuming a comfortable position. But the rear cover of Fang Yi’s sports coupe wouldn’t suffice; he’d have to leap onto the car.

And so, Fang Yi really did jump onto it, as light as a swallow, causing He Han’s eyes to narrow slightly.

"Good qinggong," praised He Han.

"Just average," replied Fang Yi with a sense of modesty, then got serious, ready to listen to He Han recount the past.

Seeing Fang Yi’s attentiveness, He Han said, "There’s really not much to say about the past, but there is one thing I remember very clearly. That year, you were only two or three years old, and I was already six or seven."

"That winter, right in front of your family home, the ground was covered with thick snow. Hey, you little rascal, you weren’t afraid of the cold, dressed in so little, rolling around in the snow, making snowmen by yourself, enjoying it immensely. I was wearing a cotton-padded jacket as thick as a quilt, walked up, and asked if you were cold, and guess what your answer was?"

Talking about the past, He Han’s normally tough yet resolute face revealed a gentle smile. Clearly, this memory had made quite an impression on him.

"How did you respond?" Fang Yi sat on the rear of the vehicle, legs swinging, curiously watching He Han.

"A two- or three-year-old you, looking up at me, said just one thing: ’My sister dares to make a scene and throw tantrums in the snow, so why are you dressed up like a zongzi? If you want to know if it’s cold, take off your clothes and roll around a bit.’"

Fang Yi stared, "Did I actually say that?"

He Han replied, "It’s deeply etched in my memory."

Fang Yi fell silent, simply smoking without a word.

He Han was quiet for a few seconds, then said, "Yuying has to go back; she must. Her coming to Moon City is known by that person. If she doesn’t return, that person is likely to get angry."

"Fang Xiangzai?"

"You... actually remember that name." He Han showed surprise, then shook his head, "It’s not him, but someone of the same ilk."

Fang Yi did not inquire further. He hummed in response, "Alright, once he sobers up, I’ll make sure she goes back immediately."

He Han nodded, "Good."

With no further persuasion or talk, He Han hopped off the front of the vehicle and drove away. Fang Yi, however, didn’t jump down. He sat atop the vehicle, swinging his legs, looking quite bored.

Suddenly, the car door opened. Fang Yuying, previously intoxicated, now emerged from the vehicle. She approached the side of the car and said, "Give your big sister a cigarette."

"Sure thing."

Fang Yi tossed her a Hongtashan cigarette and said, "You sure you can handle this brand?"

Fang Yuying didn’t say anything, took the lighter from him, took a couple puffs and suddenly started coughing.

"Did it irritate your throat?"

"No." Fang Yuying answered stubbornly and defiantly.

"Mhm."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, eerily so.

Fang Yi jumped down from the vehicle, "It’s getting late, let’s go back."

Fang Yuying looked at him melancholically, "Do you really want to get rid of me that much?"

Fang Yi shook his head.

"Then, are you going to miss me?"

"A little."

"Just a little?" A shadow of dejection crossed Fang Yuying’s gorgeous and mature face.

Annoyed, Fang Yi said, "I’ll miss you a lot, okay?"

Only then did Fang Yuying smile, a smile so free and satisfying.

Back at home, Fang Yuying took a bath as usual and went into Fang Yi’s bedroom, while Fang Yi also bathed but ended up sleeping on the couch in the living room.

In the middle of the night, Fang Yi felt a soft and fiery body press against his own, then embrace his head.

But this time, Fang Yi wasn’t suffocated; he suddenly enjoyed this feeling.

There was no lust, just pure affection. He didn’t want to lose this sensation.

In the dimness, he heard her gently say in his ear:

"Sleep now, little fool."

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