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Chapter 284 - Chapter 284 284 Squandering Man

Chapter 284: 284 Squandering Man Chapter 284: 284 Squandering Man Miss Shi Lan spent the night in Yan Shixiu’s lounge and did not rush to leave the next morning. Now that “Smoke” had wrapped up, she had plenty of time and could handle some of Yan Shixiu’s affairs, so she simply stayed in the lounge, continuing her research on her raw materials and development plans for the leisure industry.

With the size miss there, Yan Shixiu was in high spirits, his smile almost constant throughout the morning.

After lunch, Shi Lan wanted to return to her apartment, and Yan Shixiu had Yinghua take her away.

Shi Lan didn’t want to waste Xun Yinghua’s time, so she said, “I’ll drive myself.”

“Can you, not drive?” Yan Shixiu asked from behind Shi Lan.

Shi Lan froze for a moment after hearing this, not understanding what he meant, as she was perfectly capable of driving.

But by the time Yan Shixiu left the room, she had realized…

It was probably because the car accident in Thailand had left too deep a shadow in his heart.

Sighing, Shi Lan stepped out of the lounge, and said to Yan Shixiu, “I won’t drive, and Yinghua doesn’t have to take me, I’ll ride a bicycle back.”

Yan Shixiu grabbed her and asked, “Are you joking with me?”

“This fits the persona of a farmer even more. I’ve thought about it, and I simply ‘can’t afford’ to drive any of your cars,” Shi Lan said. “Plus, riding a bike is more convenient. Are you suggesting that by riding a bike, I would disgrace you?”

“It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re happy. Don’t people in the south enjoy collecting their rent in slippers? What’s wrong with an Asian female tycoon wanting to ride a bike?”

“I’m off.”

Taking advantage of the lunch break when there was less movement in the company, Shi Lan asked Yinghua to cover for her as she left Shuangshi. After getting downstairs, Miss Size actually went to figure out how to unlock a bicycle.

Seeing this, Yinghua couldn’t help but say, “Miss An… just let me take you.”

“You can save this time and run some extra errands for him, so he can have more time to rest,” Shi Lan said.

“But can you drive? I’ll give you…”

“He doesn’t want me to drive, and I don’t want to either,” Shi Lan interrupted Xun Yinghua. “Go on up.”

Xun Yinghua scratched his head, his puzzlement about An Lan growing deeper by the day.

She clearly had an Asian tycoon for a boyfriend, yet she sought nothing from him. She had no desire for status or flaunting wealth, choosing to keep as low-profile as possible.

This personality, it’s exactly like the one Yan Shixiu had before…

Thinking of Shi Lan left Xun Yinghua feeling a chill on his back.

…

Shi Lan planned to modify the tattoo on Yan Shixiu’s left waist, shrink it down, and then ink it on her wrist.

A sense of security was always mutual.

Back at the apartment, Shi Lan took a shower and changed her clothes. Only then did she notice missed calls on her phone, which were from Huo Zhao.

As Shi Lan dried her hair and returned the call, she heard Huo Zhao say, “Miss An, I have found out the identities of the two groups pursuing An Yang for his debts. One is the owner of a billiard hall. An Yang borrowed five hundred thousand from him, using the fact that he is a celebrity’s brother as a gimmick, agreeing to pay it back within three months. Now he’s playing the rogue every day, and the owner is about to call the police. Another group is An Yang’s former landlord–he rented their place, took their furniture, and owes two years’ worth of rent. All in all, it’s close to one hundred thousand.”

“Why are there so many fools in this world?” Miss Size frowned and commented.

“Having dealt with that kid for a few days, I’ve come to admire his shamelessness and his endless ways of playing rogue. No ordinary person can deal with him.”

“Catch him tonight. Let him see what it means when rogues are ground by other rogues.”

Miss Size planned to take action, starting Little Demon King’s journey of reconstruction.

With Tang Ze monitoring the Demon King, and Sun Ling’s task was to gather opinions — both online and offline, internal and external — about the Demon King.

Today, the Qu Family brothers were released from detention, but were immediately taken away by the tax authorities for an investigation.

Confronted with irrefutable evidence, the brothers had no choice but to pay up.

As for how much, Miss Size had a good estimate. The tax authorities, following the trail, would be able to unearth an amount far greater than she had originally calculated.

It was just past three in the afternoon.

Xun Yinghua suddenly called Shi Lan, asking her to come to the parking lot of the apartment.

Shi Lan, wearing a mask, went downstairs and saw Xun Yinghua standing in front of a lightweight motorcycle, telling her, “Mr. Yan asked me to deliver this, to make it convenient for Miss An to travel.”

Shi Lan circled the limited edition DUCATI Monster, thinking, Uncle Yan wouldn’t let her drive, but he seemed to trust her with riding a bike.

But, Uncle Yan also knew very well, speed couldn’t be confined Shi Lan.

“Originally, Mr. Yan wanted to gift a 720,000 yuan BMW, but thought it might be too high-profile, which Miss An might not like.”

“This is enough to ride.”

“Still, he bought it anyway; it will arrive at the warehouse tomorrow.”

Profligate man.

“By the way, this row of garages is ours, Miss An can park anywhere she wants.”

Shi Lan: “…”

Now the young miss could appreciate better the feelings Mr. Yan had when he received yachts, burial plots, and schools as gifts.

“Return the BMW, I’m just a farmer, I don’t need something so luxurious.”

Xun Yinghua thought to himself, that’s because you haven’t yet received the manor and those vineyards.

“Keep it anyway, after all, Mr. Yan’s status is there.”

Shi Lan didn’t say anything more, and swung her long legs over the motorcycle.

Only after Xun Yinghua left did Shi Lan ride out to test the feel and speed of the bike.

By evening, after Shi Lan had her fill of food and drink, she sent a WeChat message to Mr. Yan: “What time are you coming back?”

Mr. Yan: “Around eleven o’clock.”

Shi Lan: “I’m going out on an errand.”

Mr. Yan: “Watch your speed.”

Shi Lan: “You know what you’ve given me, don’t you? I can’t exactly ride a motorcycle to step on ants, can I?”

Mr. Yan had seen the young mistress ride off-road motorcycles and also believed in the young mistress’s skills. The lives of the wealthy were so tense and yet thrilling. Now it was just running on flat ground; the young mistress shouldn’t be able to cause any trouble, right?

Still, Mr. Yan had one move to keep her in check: “You know what I’m afraid of.”

Shi Lan: “Got it, I’ll be careful.”

The car accident in Thailand, Mr. Yan had seen the wrecked Maybach Shi Lan left behind, that ghastly scene, would probably haunt him for life.

But, the young mistress had been very obedient. If he said no, she really wouldn’t drive.

…

At seven in the evening, Velas Lover Tavern was bustling with business.

An Yang hugged his electric guitar, singing on the stage.

Because of his fine singing voice, there was a continuous stream of song requests from patrons throughout the evening, until the debt collectors arrived, prompting An Yang to ditch the guitar and make a swift getaway.

The tavern owner had a love-hate relationship with him: he loved that many people indeed enjoyed listening to his singing; he hated that this guy’s private life was a mess, always in debt, and moreover, his tavern was always at risk of being trashed.

Like tonight, with the customers in high spirits, the Demon King dodged his debts and disappeared, resulting in a flurry of complaints from the clientele.

An Yang ran out from the back door of the bar, chased by several gangsters down the street.

Clearly, these thugs were no match for An Yang; in just a few blocks, he managed to shake them off.

The hoodlums searched haphazardly as their silhouettes grew more and more distant.

An Yang emerged from a pile of trash, humming a tune smugly to himself.

But…