12dz Chapter 709 You little brat, you think you can mess with me?!
Chapter 709 You little brat, you think you can mess with me?!
After leaving the KTV, Lin Bufan did not immediately contact Yang Tao to inform her of the "negotiation" results, but went directly to Lan Weiwei's apartment.
Standing before the familiar door, Lin Bufan had just raised his hand to knock when the door was gently pulled open from the inside. Lan Weiwei had clearly just taken a shower; her hair was still damp and draped over her shoulders, and she carried a fresh, post-shower fragrance. She was wearing a silk nightgown. Seeing Lin Bufan outside, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, quickly transforming into a knowing, burning passion.
Without a word, Lin Bufan stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Almost simultaneously, Lan Weiwei tiptoed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and eagerly pressed her soft, moist lips against his. Lin Bufan responded immediately, one hand encircling her slender waist, pulling her tightly against him, while the other hand ran through her slightly damp hair, deepening the kiss, which was filled with the scent of alcohol and longing.
The two stumbled and struggled from the entryway into the living room, their breathing becoming increasingly rapid and disordered. Lin Bufan's hand slid down the smooth fabric of the nightgown, his fingertips sending a slight shiver through Lan Weiwei. Just as his fingers were about to slip under the hem of the nightgown, his intentions becoming clearer, Lan Weiwei seemed to be suddenly stung by something. She jerked her head away from his kiss, simultaneously pressing her hands against his firm chest.
"No...no..." Lan Weiwei gasped, her voice hoarse with passion, yet unusually resolute. She leaned back slightly, creating some distance between herself and Lin Bufan, her eyes filled with struggle and pain.
Lin Bufan paused, his lust still burning in his eyes, and looked at Lan Weiwei with confusion and questioning at being interrupted.
Lan Weiwei avoided Lin Bufan's burning gaze, lowered her head, and said in a choked voice, "We can't...we can't go on like this anymore, Bufan..." She took a deep breath, as if using all her strength, "I already...I felt so bad for Taozi because of Zhuangyan. If we continue like this...I...my conscience really won't allow it. I can't do anything more to hurt her...Taozi is my best friend, I can't...I can't make another mistake."
Looking at the pain and struggle in Lan Weiwei's eyes, which showed no trace of acting, Lin Bufan was speechless. Damn it, the Oscars owe you an award, don't they?
Lan Weiwei's sudden change left Lin Bufan at a loss as to how to respond!
After a moment of silence, Lin Bufan finally spoke, but what he said almost made Lan Weiwei spit out a mouthful of blood!
Lin Bufan glanced at the door that had just been closed, then said innocently, "Shall I leave?"
Lan Weiwei didn't speak, but looked at Lin Bufan with an extremely resentful gaze, as if she were accusing him!
Seeing that Lan Weiwei didn't seem inclined to speak, Lin Bufan tentatively asked, "How about... just this one last time? Consider it... a farewell ceremony?"
Lan Weiwei remained silent, her eyelids slightly lowered, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes, but her breathing became noticeably more rapid.
Seeing this, Lin Bufan understood. Without hesitation, he reached out and gently embraced Lan Weiwei's waist, pulling her back into his arms. This time, Lan Weiwei's body only stiffened slightly before softening, offering no resistance and letting his warm palms transmit their burning heat through the thin silk nightgown. She buried her flushed cheeks in Lin Bufan's neck, letting out a barely audible sigh, as if resigned to her fate, yet also as if relieved.
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The next morning, sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor. Lin Bufan was awakened by a rapid ringing of his cell phone. He frowned, reached for the phone on the bedside table, and saw the name "Peach" flashing on the screen.
Lin Bufan glanced at Lan Weiwei, who was still fast asleep beside him, carefully lifted the covers and got out of bed. He walked to the living room before answering the phone.
"Hey, Peach?" Lin Bufan's voice was still hoarse from just waking up.
On the other end of the phone, Yang Tao's voice was filled with unbelievable excitement and agitation, her words flying: "Bufan! Guess what?! Duan Xifeng... he actually agreed! He agreed to a divorce, and he even brought it up himself! He's willing to leave with nothing! The house, the car, the savings, all the assets will go to my sister! How... how did this happen?! How did you manage to do that?"
Hearing Yang Tao's barely concealed excitement on the other end of the phone, Lin Bufan's lips curled into a smug smile. He leaned back lazily on the living room sofa and deliberately dragged out his words: "Oh? Now you know how powerful I am, right? So, Manager Yang, do you still think your boyfriend is just a brute who only knows how to roll up his sleeves and get rough?"
On the other end of the phone, Yang Tao could almost picture Lin Bufan's smug expression. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the air, her tone a mix of coquettishness and helplessness: "Yes, yes, you're not, you're not a fool, you're incredibly clever, you're a master strategist, okay? Stop being so mysterious, what happened? How did you convince him? How could Duan Xifeng agree to leave with nothing so easily?"
"Well..." Lin Bufan paused deliberately, lowering his voice with a hint of mysterious allure, "It's a secret. It can't be explained in a few words over the phone, so... when you get home tonight, I'll tell you slowly and in detail..."
"Who wants to go home with you!" Yang Tao spat immediately, her cheeks slightly flushed, but her voice carried a hint of arrogance: "I... I haven't agreed to go back with you yet! Stop being so presumptuous!"
"Alright, alright, I was just being presumptuous." Lin Bufan readily agreed, but the smile in his voice deepened.
"Alright, alright, I'm not going to joke around with you anymore. I have some things to take care of here, I'll hang up now." Yang Tao said, about to hang up the phone.
However, just before she pressed the hang-up button, she seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly added, her voice as soft as a feather: "Um... tonight... remember to pick me up after get off work."
After saying that, without waiting for Lin Bufan's response, the phone went dead.
Lin Bufan held his phone, listening to the busy tone, and a wide smile spread across his face.
Little brat, you couldn't resist anymore, could you!
After hanging up the phone, Lin Bufan tiptoed back to the bedroom. Lan Weiwei was still curled up in bed, fast asleep, her breathing even. Lin Bufan lay down again and pulled her soft body into his arms. Lan Weiwei murmured unconsciously, found a more comfortable position in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep again.
I slept until noon.
The two didn't wake up until the glaring midday sun completely dispelled the darkness of the bedroom. The long, deep sleep seemed to have completely washed away the fatigue from their all-night "practice" of partner yoga the previous night.
Lin Bufan got up and went to the kitchen to make a simple lunch. The atmosphere was subtly quiet during the meal. Lan Weiwei ate her food in small bites, her eyes frequently drifting towards Lin Bufan, hesitant to speak. Finally, she made up her mind!
Lan Weiwei put down her chopsticks, raised her head, and looked at Lin Bufan with a complicated expression. Her voice was very soft, with a slight tremor that was almost imperceptible: "Bufan... I seem... I seem to be acting a little strange!"
strangeness?!
What kind of tiger-wolf talk is this? !
Lin Bufan looked Lan Weiwei up and down for a while, who seemed to be trembling, and then tentatively asked, "Should we stay here, or go back to the bedroom?"
Lan Weiwei looked at Lin Bufan with a blank expression, puzzled!
Lin Bufan, oblivious to Lan Weiwei's confusion, continued speaking, even with a hint of admiration in his tone: "No wonder you're a yoga instructor. I didn't expect you to not only have such a wide range of movements, but also such a fast recovery. In that case, let's eat quickly, and I'll help you finish it. Then you won't be surprised!"
Lan Weiwei was even more confused, but after noticing Lin Bufan's malicious gaze, she suddenly remembered a strange movie scene she had accidentally clicked on on a stormy night. Her cheeks flushed red, and she said in embarrassment and anger, "You... what nonsense are you talking about! That's not what I meant! What I meant was... I think I can't live without you!"
Lin Bufan simply made a soft "hmm" sound from his nose, then continued eating without saying anything more.
Lan Weiwei waited for a while, but seeing that Lin Bufan hadn't said anything, she became annoyed and pushed him: "Hey! Say something! What do you mean by just saying 'uh-huh'?"
Lin Bufan raised his head, his expression matter-of-fact, even with a hint of doubt: "Isn't it normal for someone as outstanding as me to be indispensable? What's there to say about that?"
Lan Weiwei glared at Lin Bufan, exasperated by his attitude: "You... are you really that clueless or just pretending? Is that what I meant? I meant, what are you going to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Of course, I'll tell Taozi what to say!" Lan Weiwei blurted out, then pursed her lips in slight regret.
“That is indeed a problem.” Upon hearing this, Lin Bufan picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather: “If it’s not easy to say, then let’s just not say it.”
Lan Weiwei: "..."
Listen to this! Are you even speaking human language? You have absolutely no sense of responsibility as a man, do you? You just want to get something for nothing, don't you?
Lan Weiwei was speechless, choked by Lin Bufan's attitude. A lump of anger welled up in her chest, unable to rise or fall. She glared at Lin Bufan for a long while before finally finding her voice, and asked again with a hint of defiance and probing, "Then... then if, I mean if, Taozi... she finds out herself later, what will happen?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Bufan put down his chopsticks, stroked his chin, and adopted a serious, thoughtful expression. He frowned slightly, his gaze lingering on Lan Weiwei's face for a moment before he said, "Weiwei, you don't need to worry about me. I've already thought of a solution!"
Who's worried about you?
Can't you listen to people properly?
Although she really wanted to bite Lin Bufan, Lan Weiwei ultimately held back because she wanted to hear his countermeasures!
Lin Bufan leaned forward, lowered his voice, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes, but his tone was unusually "sincere": "When the time comes, I'll pin all the blame on you! I'll tell Taozi that it was you, it was you, Lan Weiwei, who seduced me when I was young, rich, and handsome, taking advantage of my weak will! I was confused for a moment and couldn't resist the temptation, making the mistake that all men in the world make!"
Lin Bufan seemed increasingly convinced of the plan's flawlessness as he spoke, even nodding to reinforce its persuasiveness: "Think about it, didn't you get involved with that swindler Zhuang Yan... oh no, Li Wei before? That's a record with Taozi! When I say this, Taozi will definitely believe me! Her anger and disappointment will all be focused on you, thinking that you, a habitual offender, led me astray! That way, I can get away perfectly, at most I'll just get a few scoldings from her, and then I'll have to coax her! How about that, isn't the plan perfect?"
Lan Weiwei listened to Lin Bufan's "earth-shattering" escape plan with utter disbelief, feeling as if she had been struck by lightning, completely stunned. Her mouth agape, her eyes wide, her finger trembling as she pointed at Lin Bufan, finally managing to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Lin Bufan! You...you're not even human?!"
Lin Bufan was trembling with anger. He raised his hand and slapped Lin Bufan, saying, "How could you say such a thing?! You're pushing all the responsibility onto me? Are you even a man?! Don't you have any sense of responsibility?!"
Lin Bufan easily caught Lan Weiwei's outstretched hand, his face still bearing that infuriatingly innocent smile: "Hey, Weiwei, don't get excited! I'm just making the worst-case scenario plan, being prepared for the worst! Besides, isn't this also so that we can maintain this harmonious and friendly teaching relationship for a long time? But don't worry, even though you'll be the one taking the blame later, I won't leave you. We can continue to pretend to be something we're not, while secretly pursuing our own agenda!"
Looking at Lin Bufan's stubborn and utterly shameless attitude, Lan Weiwei felt a surge of anger rush to her head. She abruptly stood up, pointed at the door, and her voice was shrill with extreme rage:
"Get out! Lin Bufan, get out of here right now! I never want to see you again! You bastard! Scumbag!"
Seeing that Lan Weiwei was truly enraged, Lin Bufan slowly stood up, shrugging, "Fine, fine, I'll leave, I'll leave. Look at you, why did you get so worked up over a joke?"
As Lin Bufan spoke, he actually walked towards the door, muttering to himself, "Women, they just can't take a joke..."
"Get out!" Lan Weiwei picked up a cushion from the sofa and threw it, hitting Lin Bufan squarely in the back.
Lin Bufan let out a "ouch" and deftly opened the door and slipped out. Behind him, Lan Weiwei slammed the door shut with a "bang," making the door frame seem to tremble.
Standing outside the apartment building, Lin Bufan rubbed his back, which had been hit by the object. Instead of annoyance, a playful smile appeared on his face. He straightened his slightly disheveled collar, humming a tuneless melody, and leisurely walked towards the elevator.
You think you can mess with me?!