In a blur, Lin Fan felt like he was surrounded by something wonderfully soft. He reached out to touch, trying to figure out what it was, but he couldnât. It just felt inexplicably pleasant.
At this moment, Anna awoke and found herself resting on Lin Fanâs lap, her arms tightly wrapped around his leg.
Lin Fan was asleep on the couch, his hand resting on Anna in a rather awkward position. If he werenât in such a deep sleep, Anna would have thought he was doing it on purpose.
Anna quickly let go of him, then removed Lin Fanâs hand, sat up, and hastily checked herself over, relieved to find no signs of disturbance.
If Lin Fan had done anything inappropriate while she was drunk, she would definitely have killed him.
Her movements woke Lin Fan up, and he felt as if heâd been suddenly pulled away from that incredibly soft and comfortable place, waking up immediately.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Lin Fan asked, "Is it morning?"
Anna stood up, looking slightly embarrassed: "Master, last night..."
Lin Fan laughed and said, "You got drunk last night and insisted on holding onto me, not letting me leave. I had no choice but to stay with you. How do you feel now, has the alcohol worn off?"
Annaâs cheeks couldnât help but flush and her heartbeat quickened. Was it really she who didnât let him leave last night?
"Master, what did I say last night?" Anna asked.
Lin Fan smiled slightly: "You donât remember what you said?"
"I donât remember," Anna replied, feeling a bit uneasy at Lin Fanâs words. Did she say something wrong while she was drunk?
Lin Fan said, "You kept repeating one thing: âDad, donât go.â You mistook me for your dad."
Anna broke into a cold sweat: "Sorry, I was drunk, I donât know anything..."
Curious, Lin Fan asked, "Why did you keep saying âDad, donât goâ? Is your dad okay? Can you tell me about it?"
Anna flatly refused: "No! Master, did I say anything else?"
Lin Fan smiled and said, "What else do you think you would have said?"
Anna bit her lip and said, "How would I know?"
Lin Fan said, "No, you just kept saying âDad, donât go.â
Anna sighed in relief. She hadnât revealed her identity. Otherwise, Lin Fan wouldnât be so calm.
"Master, Iâll prepare breakfast for you," Anna said, then walked out.
Lin Fan said, "Your motorcycle is still in the city. Iâll take you into town on my way to school later."
"Okay," Anna nodded.
Watching Annaâs graceful back, Lin Fan couldnât help but reminisce about that soft, comfortable dream last night, wondering if it had something to do with Anna.
Once she woke up, this woman reverted to her cold, queen-like demeanor. She was actually cuter while drunk. She was so alluring last night that if he hadnât been worried about how sheâd act upon waking, he might have lost control.
"Thereâs always time, once I win her over... hehe." Lin Fan couldnât help letting his imagination run wild.
Anna left the hall, reached a place where no one else was around, and took out her phone intending to call Feng Wanshan. Surely, Feng Wanshan saw how drunk she got last night. She felt the need to report her situation, but seeing that it was still early, she dismissed the idea.
Afterward, Anna prepared breakfast for Lin Fan.
After breakfast, Lin Fan drove his supercar and took Anna into the city.
Dropping Anna off at Jindu Grand Hotel, Lin Fan then headed straight to school.
Two blocks away from school, Lin Fan stopped at a red light.
Suddenly, Lin Fan watched as an accident happened right ahead. A girl riding a bicycle was trying to cross the road because the light had turned green. However, a Maserati Quattroporte seemed to want to run the red light, failed to control in time, and hit the bicycle. The bicycle flipped onto the ground, and the girl fell too, her clothes got dirty, but fortunately, she was mostly fine.
The Maseratiâs body got scratched by the bicycle, leaving a mark.
The Maserati owner, also a girl, got out of the car in a rage and shouted at the girl on the bicycle.
"You bitch, how do you ride a bike, are you blind!" the Maserati girl pointed at the otherâs nose and yelled.
The girl on the bicycle, not convinced, muttered, "It was obviously a green light. Whatâs wrong with me crossing the street? Itâs your problem."
The Maserati girl shouted furiously, "What did you say? You dare to talk back? Didnât you see my car coming? Couldnât you fucking dodge?"
The girl on the bicycle said, "Youâre in a car; how am I supposed to dodge?"
The Maserati girl said, "So youâre talking back, huh? Look at what you did to my car! Kneel down and apologize, or youâll be sorry!"
This girl is a bit overbearing, demanding the bicycle girl kneel and apologize.
The girl on the bicycle blushed, "I wonât kneel for youâitâs just a scratch; Iâll compensate you."
The Maserati girl was momentarily stunned, then laughed, "Youâll compensate me? A poor girl riding a bicycle, speaking so grandly. Do you know how much this repair costs? 300,000! Do you have that kind of money?"
The girl on the bicycle was shocked, "300,000? How can that be? Youâre just being greedy!"
The Maserati girl sneered, "Poor people are so ignorant. Do you know what my car is? This Maserati Quattroporte is worth 1.5 million. Given the damage, 300,000 for repairs is already low."
The girl on the bicycleâs face went pale, "I... I canât pay that much. Even if I sold everything, I couldnât pay it."
The Maserati girl said disdainfully, "Canât pay? Then kneel and apologize obediently. Maybe if Iâm in a good mood, Iâll forgive you!"
The girl on the bicycle said, "I canât afford it, but I wonât kneel to you. Donât be so overbearing."
"What did you say, you little bitch? Are you asking for trouble?" The Maserati girl, infuriated, raised her hand to hit the bicycle girl.
It was peak hour, with people focused on getting to work or school. Though there was some spectacle here, few stopped to watch; most just glanced and hurried on.
The Maserati girl, overbearing and ready to hit the bicycle girl, made the bicycle girl think no one would help her. She instinctively closed her eyes, bracing for the hit.
There was nothing she could do; she couldnât afford the compensation, nor would she kneel. All she could do was let the other party vent by hitting her.
However, the Maserati ownerâs hand didnât fall!
The bicycle girl, curious, peeked open her eyes and saw the Maserati girlâs hand held back by a big hand.
The bicycle girlâs eyes brightened.
A young man!
A very handsome young man!
Lin Fan!
"Gentlemen use words, not hands. Are you a female thug?" Lin Fan said with a slight smile.
He had watched the whole dispute from his car and got out when he saw the Maserati girl bullying.
He actually recognized the Maserati girl; heâd seen her just yesterday.
Yesterday, this girl had arrived at school in her dadâs car. Her dad drove a Ferrari LaFerrari worth over 20 million. Lin Fan overheard others say her dad was a billionaire named Jia Zuozhen, and her name was Jia Xueling.
She was a true heiress. Today, she drove herself to school in a 1.5 million Maserati.
"Let go of me!"
Jia Xueling yelled, glaring at Lin Fan, an angry rich brat in her designer clothes, daring to stop her and calling her a female thug!