Chapter 385: The Wrath of Zifan the Great

"You eat, I'll drink the juice!" After hesitating for a long time, Taohua's eyes snatched the juice from Chen Jianhai's hand. The smooth muscle lines on his right arm bulged, and the poor bottle cap was effortlessly twisted off.

He tilted his head back and drank, gulping it down like it was beer, and in no time, half the bottle of juice was gone.

Chen Jianhai looked at the juice, swallowing his saliva. He was also very thirsty...

If only he had bought another sausage and another bottle of water.

Feeling somewhat wronged, Chen Jianhai took a small bite of the sausage. He didn't dare to breathe too heavily.

This entire scene was observed by the middle-aged man sitting opposite them.

He glanced at Wen Zifan's imposing aura and then at Chen Jianhai's bruised arm. The middle-aged man sighed inwardly. Today's young women are really something, able to tame such a strong boyfriend like this.

...

The Ferris wheel ascended slowly, and the view gradually expanded.

The middle-aged man was an extreme social butterfly, sneaking glances at the young couple across from him whenever he paused from taking photos, showing no signs of embarrassment.

After finishing the sausage, Chen Jianhai broke the small wooden stick in half, wrapped it in a tissue, and stuffed it into his pants pocket, planning to throw it away when they got off the Ferris wheel.

Having eaten, his restless mind began to stir.

"Ahem..." Chen Jianhai sat upright, his eyes starting to dart around.

At that moment, Wen Zifan was turned sideways, looking out the window at the scenery, her left hand resting behind her.

Chen Jianhai glanced at the middle-aged man, who was engrossed in taking photos.

Great...!

Taking a deep breath, Chen Jianhai's right hand began to inch closer to Wen Zifan's fingertips, centimeter by centimeter.

1 centimeter,

2 centimeters,

3 centimeters,

...

The fingers were getting closer and closer...

Just as they were about to touch, the middle-aged man suddenly turned around! He raised his camera towards Chen Jianhai's side and snapped a few photos.

Startled, Chen Jianhai jerked his hand back as if electrocuted. He then pretended to casually touch his thigh, looking out the window at the scenery.

The movements were seamless and smooth.

Two minutes later, the middle-aged man shifted his focus again.

Chen Jianhai took a deep breath, calmed his breathing, and once more summoned the courage to sneakily reach for Wen Zifan's hand...

...

After four or five attempts, Chen Jianhai sat dejectedly, looking utterly defeated.

It seemed the middle-aged man had eyes in the back of his head. Every time Chen Jianhai was about to touch Wen Zifan's hand, the middle-aged man would precisely turn around and start snapping photos.

Wen Zifan watched this, her teeth grinding in frustration.

She had seen Chen Jianhai's hand inching closer to hers out of the corner of her eye, only for it to quickly retreat again and again.

Feigning ignorance, she remained in the same position, her neck now aching from holding it so long, but Chen Jianhai still hadn't touched her fingertips.

She was furious!

"Men are unreliable. You have to rely on yourself for everything...!"

"If the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain!"

Sighing in exasperation, Wen Zifan resolutely moved her left hand toward Chen Jianhai's.

1 centimeter,

2 centimeters,

3 centimeters,

...

Through the glass reflection,

Wen Zifan calmly made her move, just about to succeed when the middle-aged man suddenly turned around to take more photos.

A flash of disdain flickered in Wen Zifan's eyes: Hmph, man, do you think I care about you? Dream on!

Just as Wen Zifan was about to touch Chen Jianhai's hand, the frustrated man suddenly stood up and walked straight to the middle-aged man, striking up a conversation.

"Sir, are you here in Nanjing for photography?"

"Yes, I read online that the sunsets and night scenes here are beautiful, and it's true!"

Wen Zifan: ...

She turned back stiffly,

only to see Chen Jianhai eagerly peering at the middle-aged man's camera, showing intense interest.

Having failed several times to touch her hand, Chen Jianhai had given up completely.

Since they couldn't get rid of the light bulb in the room, he decided they might as well all shine together.

"Hey, young man, would you like a photo of you two?" The middle-aged man asked kindly.

"I'm really good at travel photography!"

Wen Zifan's ears perked up, looking at Chen Jianhai with a hint of expectation.

She had dressed up nicely today, looking incredibly sweet when she smiled! Perfect for a photo.

And if she could get a picture with her boss... well, maybe the middle-aged man could be forgiven.

Her eyes slightly curved, Wen Zifan started imagining the poses she could strike.

"No need," Chen Jianhai waved his hand dismissively. "We're not actors or models. What's the point?"

Wen Zifan's excitement deflated again.

She cast a resentful glance at the dog man, then silently got up and walked over to the middle-aged man.

Sigh!

If the boss wants to chat with others, then let's all chat.

Chen Jianhai was naturally sociable, and Wen Zifan was knowledgeable and articulate. In no time, the three of them were chatting happily, even exchanging WeChat contacts before parting ways.

As they descended the Ferris wheel, waving goodbye,

the summit of Haijiao Mountain was completely shrouded in night, with streetlights on both sides lighting up.

Many people were already making their way down, ready to take electric carts home.

Qiaokeli and Lin Suyang had long disappeared, probably back at the hotel.

Having watched the sunset, there wasn't much left to see at the summit.

"What do you want for dinner?" Chen Jianhai took out his phone, searching for good nearby eateries,

Maybe… after dinner, he could take Wen Zifan to a movie.

As he was planning, Wen Zifan quietly asked, "Um... aren't we going to watch the sunrise here?"

Chen Jianhai paused, "Haijiao Mountain is for sunsets, not sunrises. You can't see the sunrise here!"

"Besides, the top of the mountain is bare, without any inns or guesthouses. No one would stay here to watch the sunrise..."

"Let's go. If we don't leave soon, they might start kicking us out."

...

"Are you angry?"

"I'm fine, really."

"Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

"Are you really okay?"

"I'm fine."

Twenty minutes later, a Tiffany blue sports car sped towards the city's hotel, carrying a pair of seemingly estranged young people.

"Is she angry?"

"Why would she be angry?"

"What did I do to upset her?"

It doesn't make sense!

As he drove, Chen Jianhai kept sneaking glances at Wen Zifan in the passenger seat, who was fuming, feeling like he had messed something up.

But he had no idea what.

Everything seemed fine when they got off the Ferris wheel. Why the sudden mood change?

... It was baffling.