"dad"

After playing and romping with Jiang Fan, Tang Wan leaned half against him, panting with her mouth slightly agape. Tang Wan, who had no athletic ability whatsoever, was seen as a mere weakling in Jiang Fan's eyes. Just a few minutes later, this weakling exclaimed the need to replenish her energy and got up to head into the kitchen.

This time, Jiang Fan didn't rise. Tang Wan, unable to resist the temptation of her greedy appetite, had bought some large conch shells instead of crabs, intending to cook them herself. It was a simple task; all she needed to do was boil them.

Listening to the clanging and rattling sounds coming from the kitchen, Jiang Fan resisted the urge to get up and shouted from the sofa towards the kitchen,

"Remember to dump the water after cooking the conch shells. Don't let the kitchen get all smelly. Turn on the range hood."

"I know! Don't nag. How do I turn on the range hood?"

"..."

Perhaps he shouldn't have let her go to the kitchen. After nagging for a while, Jiang Fan finally heard the sound of the range hood. When he turned back to watch the animation, the soccer game inside was already over, and he had missed the last scene.

Just as he was about to replay it, Tang Wan came out holding a plate of conch shells and placed them on the coffee table. Then she prepared a plate of mustard mixed with vinegar. Jiang Fan looked at the dark conch shells and had no appetite at all. He didn't eat crabs because he felt it was too cruel, and he didn't eat conch shells mainly because he thought they were dirty.

Jiang Fan looked at the conch shells on the table and sneered,

"This thing is just like you, causing havoc in just one place. You see, it has no hands, no head, eating and excreting in the same spot. Look at this dark stuff; how disgusting it is."

He didn't like it, and watching Tang Wan eat made him even more uncomfortable.

Tang Wan completely ignored Jiang Fan's words. She took out the conch meat, removed the black gall and some other messy stuff, and then dipped a little vinegar before feeding it to Jiang Fan's mouth, squinting and smiling.

"Jiang Fan, this is really delicious. Especially when paired with mustard and vinegar, the taste is incredibly fresh. I guarantee that after you eat it once, you will definitely want to eat it again."

Jiang Fan tightly closed his lips, his eyes filled with resistance. He would never even think of eating this stuff in his entire life. Tang Wan pinched the conch meat and slowly approached it to Jiang Fan, who kept leaning backward to refuse. Slowly, Tang Wan had already lain on Jiang Fan's body, her eyes filled with anticipation and excitement, while Jiang Fan felt completely hopeless.

"Just take a bite~"

Jiang Fan covered his mouth with his hand and kept shaking his head. Seeing this, Tang Wan smiled even sweeter, leaned her lips close to Jiang Fan's ear, and gently blew a puff of hot air.

"Just take a bite."

Jiang Fan tightly closed his eyes, covered his mouth, and refused to yield even at the cost of his life. After a few minutes of stalemate, Tang Wan's patience was completely worn out. Her other hand slowly moved down along Jiang Fan's chest. When her cold little hand brushed past his chest, Jiang Fan frowned, feeling her hand gradually descending. When it touched the soft flesh on the inside of his thigh, Jiang Fan suddenly opened his eyes. Before he could push Tang Wan away, a sharp pain emanated from the soft flesh on his inner thigh.

"Ow!!"

Under the intense pain, Jiang Fan couldn't help but let out a howl. In that instant when his mouth was open, Tang Wan swiftly shoved the conch meat into Jiang Fan's mouth. He didn't taste the conch meat; he only felt the pungent kick of the mustard rushing to his head. Jiang Fan pushed Tang Wan away, sat up, and was about to vomit. Seeing this, Tang Wan quickly stepped forward and hugged Jiang Fan's head in her arm.

Using her body to cover Jiang Fan's face, Tang Wan grinned wickedly and said, "Hold it in, don't vomit!"

If it were any other time, Jiang Fan would definitely try to take advantage of the situation. But now, his mind was in chaos. Under Tang Wan's relentless pressure, Jiang Fan struggled to swallow the conch meat into his stomach.

However!

He still couldn't hold back the churning in his stomach. He pushed Tang Wan away and ran to the bathroom. It wasn't because the taste was too awful; it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

With both hands on the toilet bowl, he vomited continuously. Tang Wan stood by the bathroom door with a cup of water in her hand, watching Jiang Fan's back and sneering, "Just look at you. I fed you one conch, and you're acting like this?"

Jiang Fan turned his head and glared at Tang Wan. Then he pulled up his shorts and pointed at his thigh, angrily saying, "It's bruised! Bruised! Bruised! Tang Wan, you're not comfortable unless you torment me every day, right? Fine! Just wait."

With that, he stood up, snatched the cup of water from Tang Wan's hand, and walked into the kitchen. Not long after, Jiang Fan came out with a plate of boiled vegetables: carrots, celery, coriander, green peppers, and onions in a small bowl.

Tang Wan sat with her arms folded, legs crossed, and a disdainful look on her face. Jiang Fan used a fork to pick up a piece of carrot, and surprisingly, Tang Wan didn't refuse this time. She opened her mouth, ate the carrot without even chewing, and swallowed it whole. This scene left Jiang Fan stunned. Then Tang Wan picked up another piece of conch meat.

And then!

Then Jiang Fan ran away.

Upstairs, Jiang Fan hid in the bedroom and locked the door. Tang Wan stood outside the door and threatened, "Jiang Fan! Your phone is still downstairs. Do you believe I'll use your phone to send a message to Su Qing, saying you've booked a room and are waiting for her?"

Jiang Fan lay on the bed playing on Tang Wan's computer and said nonchalantly, "You can do whatever you want. It's not like I'm scared. I'll play some games; you can entertain yourself."

"Jiang Fan! I'll call Mom!"

"Go ahead, just remember to say hello to me."

When Jiang Fan thought Tang Wan had no way to deal with him, the bedroom door suddenly opened. Seeing Tang Wan standing at the door with a fierce look, Jiang Fan suddenly sat up, pulled up the blanket to cover his chest, and nervously asked, "How did you get in?"

"There's something called a key, Jiang Fan. You can scream, you can run, you can even jump off the building, but it won't matter. Just come downstairs with me!"

"I won't!"

Tang Wan grabbed Jiang Fan's arm and tried to pull him downstairs, but Jiang Fan refused stubbornly. For a moment, Tang Wan couldn't do anything to Jiang Fan. She let him go, took a deep breath, then walked forward and grabbed Jiang Fan's ears with both hands, whispering, "Last chance, are you coming downstairs or not?"

Jiang Fan shouted angrily and sorrowfully, "Kill me then!"

"Fine!"

Tang Wan grabbed Jiang Fan's ears and gave him a headbutt. The thud was loud. Jiang Fan was hit so hard that he lay on the bed with stars in his eyes, tears welling up in them.

What did I do to deserve this in my past life? How did I end up meeting such a stubborn woman?

Tang Wan straddled Jiang Fan, sitting on his stomach and looking down at him.

"Are you coming downstairs or not?"

Jiang Fan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"There's a saying that wealth and rank cannot lead to licentiousness, and power and might cannot lead to submission. So! I! Won't! Go!"

"Then it depends on whether you can endure the beating."

Two minutes later, Tang Wan was lying on the tatami mat, and Jiang Fan sat on her back, facing her long legs. He raised his hand and slapped her on the buttocks, his face twisted in a grin as he sneered.

"Endure the beating? You really need a beating every day; you climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles if I don't discipline you. You really think I'm a sick cat? Who were you acting so tough with just now? Showing off?"

"Jiang Fan, get off me! You're so heavy."

Slap!

Jiang Fan slapped Tang Wan's buttocks again and angrily said,

"You dare say I'm heavy. What were you thinking when you were riding on me? I won't let you off today."

"Husband"

"Calling me your mother won't work. Do you give up or not! This is my first time being an ex-husband. Why should I let you have your way?"

"Jiang! Fan!"

"Call me dad."