Chapter 0074: Bamboo Tile

“Hmph, don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking. I’m telling you, there’s no way.” Lin Siyu rolled her eyes, then turned with a flourish and strode into the shop.

Zhang Xiaofan shrugged. So she wouldn’t let him in? What was the big deal? He’d already seen everything anyway.

His mind drifted back to that night when Lin Siyu had terrible cramps, wearing nothing but a nightgown… beneath which, nothing at all.

“Oh dear… I’d better just play with my phone.” He muttered to himself, sat down on a bench outside the shop, took out his phone, and started playing Honor of Kings, a mobile game that was all the rage these days.

“I’m AD. If you don’t give me the lane, I’ll go AFK.” As soon as he entered the game, he saw his teammate’s arrogant message. Zhang Xiaofan was annoyed. He picked AD anyway—what could the guy do about it? Useless little brat.

Sure enough, when the game began, that guy really went AFK. Zhang Xiaofan didn’t care. He soloed the bottom lane, dodging and weaving, slowly whittling down his two opponents’ health bars. By the second minute, he had pulled off a double kill. He had to admit he was pretty awesome, though his own health was dangerously low.

He hid under the tower, ready to recall, but just then the enemy jungler arrived. The moment the enemy entered the tower’s range, Zhang Xiaofan instantly flashed, used a stun skill on the jungler, and with a few tower shots, killed him.

Three kills. He recalled, healed up, upgraded his equipment, returned to lane, scored another double kill, took down the first and second towers, farmed minions, and when the enemy jungler and mid came over, they gave him more kills. Zhang Xiaofan was nearly unstoppable, fully geared, and then single-handedly pushed down an entire lane, destroying the enemy base in seven minutes flat.

No challenge at all. That AFK teammate sent a smug emoji at the end.

Zhang Xiaofan ignored him and exited the game.

He glanced into the shop to see if President Lin had finished choosing.

“Ah…”

Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out—from Lin Siyu. Zhang Xiaofan rushed inside, instantly pinpointing which fitting room the sound came from.

The shop assistants were startled and moved to check, but Zhang Xiaofan quickly stopped them. Though the assistants were all women, with so many people, who knew if someone would try to sneak a peek?

Who could tell what Lin Siyu looked like inside?

Zhang Xiaofan took off his suit jacket, blocked the crack in the door as he entered. Though it was locked from the inside, he applied a little force and slid the lock open.

“Ah! Pervert!” As soon as he entered, Lin Siyu screamed again, grabbing a high heel from the floor and hurling it at him.

“It’s me!” Zhang Xiaofan caught her arm, steadying himself. He took a proper look—good heavens, what was she wearing? Lingerie, black stockings—a temptation!

Seeing him, Lin Siyu relaxed, as if grabbing hold of a lifeline. She leaped onto him, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist.

Impressive skills—had she trained for this?

Zhang Xiaofan wondered, then asked, “What’s wrong? I thought someone was peeping on you.”

“Cockroach! There’s a huge cockroach in here!” Lin Siyu cried in panic.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaofan spotted a big cockroach in the corner.

“Don’t be scared, it’s just a cockroach—it won’t eat you.” He patted her back comfortingly.

Feeling the softness pressed against him, Zhang Xiaofan was secretly delighted and silently thanked the cockroach. Maybe he should get a few cockroaches for his villa, for when Lin Siyu is taking a bath… heh heh.

He admitted to himself he was being shameless.

“Hurry up and kill it!” Lin Siyu urged.

“All right, I’ll take care of it.” Zhang Xiaofan said seriously, then stomped on the cockroach, smashing it to pieces.

Sorry, cockroach, you helped me—but I had my reasons…

“It’s done, it’s dead. You can get down now.” Zhang Xiaofan said.

Lin Siyu composed herself, checked that the cockroach was dead, then jumped off him. Because of the special clothes she’d just changed into, she was exposed and immediately blushed.

“Who told you to come in!” she scolded.

“If I didn’t come in, who would kill the cockroach for you? Would you rather another man came in?” Zhang Xiaofan stared at her, his eyes boldly sweeping over her. That lingerie really was something, full of irresistible allure.

Was it meant for him? Zhang Xiaofan wondered.

“No looking!” Lin Siyu glared at him. “Hurry up and leave—I need to change back.”

“Fine, fine.” Zhang Xiaofan said, disappointed, and turned to leave. As he opened the door, he made sure to block the view so nobody outside could see anything.

He stood by the door. Outside, people glanced over, whispered to each other, who knew what they were saying.

Zhang Xiaofan ignored them, scanning the surroundings—anyone who dared approach wouldn’t be let off.

Inside, Lin Siyu was changing clothes, the sound making Zhang Xiaofan a little uncomfortable, his imagination running wild.

Before long, Lin Siyu pushed open the door, her lingerie already packed away.

Her face was flushed with embarrassment, but as she walked up to Zhang Xiaofan, she quietly asked, “Bad boy, how was it?”

“Huh?” Zhang Xiaofan was confused. How was what?

“That… that outfit,” Lin Siyu said shyly.

Zhang Xiaofan understood, then whispered, “Heh, pretty nice. Was it meant for me, Lin? How about we try it tonight?”

“Dream on! You think I’d buy it for you?” Lin Siyu rolled her eyes and went to pay.

Zhang Xiaofan felt wronged. If it wasn’t for him, why ask his opinion?

He shook his head. Women really were incomprehensible creatures.

After paying, Lin Siyu came over and, as if nothing had happened, took his arm. “Mr. Zhang, let’s have lunch together.”

Zhang Xiaofan checked the time—almost eleven. A bit early, but ordering would take some time. He hadn’t had breakfast, so he was actually hungry.

“Miss Lin, where shall we eat?” he asked with mock seriousness.

“How about a Japanese restaurant?” Lin Siyu suggested after some thought.

“What’s so special about Japanese food?” Zhang Xiaofan said indifferently. He had no love for that country.

“You don’t like it?” Lin Siyu looked at him, noticing his displeasure.

“If you want to go, let’s go. It’s just a meal.” Zhang Xiaofan replied.

“Okay.” Lin Siyu nodded, clearly pleased that Zhang Xiaofan was accommodating her.

There was a whole floor in the building dedicated to dining, with all kinds of restaurants. Lin Siyu, familiar with the place, led the way into a Japanese restaurant.

She spoke fluent Japanese with the staff, then sat down at a table for two.

“The food here takes a while—about half an hour. Let’s chat while we wait.” Lin Siyu gazed at Zhang Xiaofan with wide eyes.

“All right, but what should we talk about?” he asked.

“Tell me what kind of girls you like,” Lin Siyu said after thinking for a moment.

“I like girls like you,” Zhang Xiaofan replied almost instantly.

“Stop with the jokes,” Lin Siyu rolled her eyes.

“I’m being honest. Who wouldn’t like a pretty, wealthy woman like you?” Zhang Xiaofan said seriously.

“Hmph, always sweet-talking,” Lin Siyu replied.

At that moment, a group of short men walked by—genetic limitations, perhaps. Seeing Lin Siyu, their eyes lit up lustfully, and they discussed her in fluent Japanese.

Zhang Xiaofan understood every word and his face darkened—their filthy remarks crossed his bottom line.

Lin Siyu frowned as well; she’d clearly heard them.

“Let it go, don’t cause trouble,” she said, grabbing Zhang Xiaofan’s arm.

He half-rose but sat down again. Yet the Japanese men came over, ignoring Zhang Xiaofan and standing beside Lin Siyu.

They addressed her in awkward Chinese: “Hey, pretty girl, want to have lunch with us?”

“Haha, Ichikawa, don’t scare the young lady,” one said.

Ichikawa was a Japanese man, about 1.6 meters tall, in his thirties, with a lean face and calloused hands—calluses not from handling guns, but from practicing with knives or swords.

“Haha, Koteng, you should have brought me here sooner. Didn’t expect to see such a beautiful Chinese woman.” Ichikawa’s eyes shone, never leaving Lin Siyu.

Lin Siyu’s face grew cold; this Japanese man was truly obnoxious.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaofan stood up, pointed at Ichikawa, and spoke in Mandarin, knowing the Japanese man would understand.

“Look again, and I’ll gouge your dog eyes out.” His tone was icy; Zhang Xiaofan was truly furious, but held back from immediate action.

Ichikawa was stunned, then looked over Zhang Xiaofan—so young. He laughed loudly, “Pretty boy, one punch and you’d stay down.”

Japanese men could boast, but his bravado lacked flair.

Zhang Xiaofan smiled. “Shorty, one kick and I’ll flatten you. Believe it?”

“Flatten?” Ichikawa was puzzled. What did that mean?

Koteng whispered in his ear, and Ichikawa’s face darkened.

“Baka!” he shouted furiously, then chopped at Zhang Xiaofan with a hand strike—but he was so short, his hand could barely reach Zhang Xiaofan’s head.