Living like a widow? My rough neighbor is coaxing me to have a baby every night.

Chapter 139 The methods are quite ruthless.

Xu Yuecheng, wearing a black vest, with clearly defined muscles on his arms, tilted his head, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and looked at her with a half-smile.

"Easily what? Easily gets internal heat?"

Xiao Lan paused for a moment, then subconsciously glanced out the car window.

The area outside the large iron gate was deserted; there was no sign of Gao Jun.

"Where is Old Gao?"

"I'm gone."

Xu Yuecheng took the cigarette off his head and tucked it behind his ear. His hands moved the gears with practiced ease, but his tone was nonchalant. "I just got an urgent job. I need him to go to Shanghai. The boss there is pushing hard and said he'll give me an extra fifty yuan for shipping and reimburse my travel expenses."

Shanghai Stock Exchange? Fifty yuan?

Xiao Lan almost burst out laughing.

There wasn't this job yesterday, but it came first thing this morning?

And it just so happens that Gao Jun is sent tens of thousands of miles away?

Fifty yuan is enough to make that silly boy Gao Jun so happy he's practically rolling on the floor. He's probably on his way to the train station right now.

This man is quite ruthless when he gets jealous.

"Oh." Xiao Lan didn't expose him. She leaned back and adjusted to a comfortable position, making the curves of her chest more obvious. "That's a good thing. Lao Gao has never been to Shanghai before. It'll be a good opportunity for him to broaden his horizons."

Xu Yuecheng didn't rush to step on the gas.

He turned to the side, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the backrest, leaning most of his body over her, his dark eyes scanning Xiao Lan's face.

The space inside the carriage was already cramped, and when he leaned in, the smell of tobacco and soap wafted straight into Xiao Lan's nostrils.

"What? That's a good thing, but it's not a good thing for me?"

Xu Yuecheng stared into her eyes, his tone sharp, tinged with a sourness he himself didn't realize, "Don't want to come with me? You're only thinking about that greenhorn?"

Xiao Lan met his gaze without looking away.

She even leaned forward and reached out to straighten the cigarette that was about to fall off his ear.

Her fingertips lightly brushed against his earlobe.

Xu Yuecheng's body stiffened visibly, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Look at you, you're being too polite."

Xiao Lan withdrew her hand and smiled. "I'm going to see my cousin. As long as the wheels are turning, it doesn't matter who's driving, right? Could it be... that Captain Xu lacks confidence in his driving skills and is afraid of leading me astray?"

Xu Yuecheng felt that her smile was so captivating it could steal his soul.

He ground down his back molars.

That woman never says a soft word; she always has to be sarcastic.

"Whether my skills are good or not, you'll find out along the way."

He snorted and floored the gas pedal.

The jeep roared out of the alleyway like a raging bull, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Sitting on the bumpy car seat, Xiao Lan watched the red brick walls rushing past the window, and a smile finally spread across her face.

This stubborn donkey has finally agreed to put on the bridle.

Once you get in this car, whoever holds the steering wheel is none of her business.

This journey is quite long.

Once the jeep left the county town, it sped along the dirt road, which was riddled with potholes from being driven by large vehicles, like a wild horse.

The poplar trees on both sides rushed past, kicking up clouds of yellow dust, but this did not affect the eerie yet enchanting atmosphere inside the carriage.

In the passenger seat, Xiao Lan seemed to be in a very good mood.

Instead of closing her eyes to rest as she usually does when traveling, she gazed out the window at the fleeting wheat fields, humming a tune softly.

The melody is soft and sweet; it's Teresa Teng's "Tian Mi Mi" (Sweet Honey). Back then, it was considered decadent music, and only daring girls would dare to hum it in private.

"Sweet, sweet... your smile is so sweet... like flowers blooming in the spring breeze..."

The tune was soft and sweet, and even in this dusty, beat-up jeep, it evoked the atmosphere of a Shanghai dance hall.

Xu Yuecheng held the steering wheel with one hand, a cigarette between his fingers in the other, and his elbow casually rested on the car window sill.

He didn't say anything, but would occasionally turn his head to the side, his eyes scanning Xiao Lan.

His gaze was undisguised, carrying a burning intensity that seemed to see right through you.

"I said, you haven't stopped the whole way."

Xu Yuecheng exhaled a smoke ring, his voice slightly hoarse from the smoke, "What? You're that happy? That big oaf left, and you're this pleased?"

Xiao Lan stopped humming, turned her head, and her peach blossom eyes shimmered with tears.

"No way."

She took a clean military water bottle from her bamboo basket, unscrewed the cap, and handed it over. "I was thinking of going to see my cousin whom I don't contact often, and I'm so happy. We were the closest when we were kids, but it's been so many years since I last saw her. I wonder how she's doing."

Xu Yuecheng took the kettle and tilted his head back to take a big gulp.

The water had a little sugar and the taste of mint leaves added, and it was cool and refreshing. As it went down his throat, it slightly suppressed his inner fire.

"cousin?"

Xu Yuecheng shoved the water bottle back in, scoffed, clearly not believing him. "Xiao Lan, do you think I'm as easy to fool as that idiot Gao Jun? I know all the big factories in Huai City. If you really want to find someone, I can just make a phone call and have someone pick you up. Why bother going through all that trouble yourself?"

This woman, eight out of ten things she says are lies.

But Xu Yuecheng was just being a jerk; even knowing it was a trap, he still willingly walked into it.

"Yuecheng, look at you, you're just too cunning."

Xiao Lan didn't panic. Her body swayed slightly with the bumps of the car. Although her gray cotton blouse was loose, it couldn't hide the fabric underneath, and the undulating curves were dizzying to look at.

She reached up and tucked a strand of hair that was falling across her cheek behind her ear, the movement slow and deliberate.

"I really am going to see my cousin, and while I'm at it... I'll also see if there are any other connections."

Xiao Lan knew that when talking to someone like Xu Yuecheng, you couldn't lie completely; you had to mix truth and falsehood for him to believe you.

"These days, just relying on cooking and washing clothes for you guys, that meager salary isn't enough to make ends meet. I see people who deal in clothing have made a fortune. There are many textile factories in Huai City, and I'm thinking of going there to pick up some leftovers or scraps. Even if I just bring them back to set up a stall, it would be good."

Xu Yuecheng raised an eyebrow; that did sound like the truth.

This woman loves money and enjoys making a fuss, which is quite similar to him.

"Want to do business?"