Leaving the building, Yang Fan, who was originally in high spirits, was completely dumbfounded.
He had thought that this woman was only asking him to simply buy something, but who would have expected, the east city was in the east, Renhui Road in the west city, a two-hour drive back and forth; it was nothing short of a marathon.
He'd already checked the map on his phone, pocketed the phone, and then stared hard at the Ming Guang Group building, cursing Murong Yan thoroughly in his heart.
He still needed to buy the stuff, but screw it, he wasn't in a rush. Let's see if you can wait, starve you to death.
Taking a taxi, going there and back, by the time he returned it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, carrying the items into Murong Yan's office, she started to make excuses again: "It's all cold now, how am I supposed to eat this, what if I catch a cold?"
Yang Fan wasn't the slightest bit angry, he figured out that this woman was doing it on purpose, wasn't it just that he had bullied her when they were kids, he should have been much harsher when bullying her back then.
The following few hours passed just like that, buying this and that, anyway, Yang Fan wasn't at ease for a moment; the woman kept making endless excuses: "What kind of thing is this, can it even be eaten?"
"What kind of taste do you have, what kind of stuff did you buy?"
"Forget it, relying on you is hopeless!"
...
A single lunch, having bought seven or eight items, it was already evening, and only then did this woman call it quits: "Alright, time to get off work."
Looking at the table full of those foods, Yang Fan felt the pinch; such good things, she might just throw them away carelessly.
Fortunately, this woman wasn't completely detestable; when leaving, she had her secretary pack these items and send them to a nearby orphanage.
Following Murong Yan, they walked quite a distance from the building, her private car still hadn't arrived. "Where's your car? You planning to walk home?" Yang Fan asked, puzzled.
"Don't worry, I've got a car," Murong Yan said nonchalantly.
Yang Fan looked all around, uttering nonsense. "Where's the car?"
"You!" Murong Yan pointed at Yang Fan.
"Me?" Yang Fan felt a wave of frustration. "You can't be expecting me to carry you home, can you?"
Murong Yan sweetly smiled: "That's right, when we were kids, I carried you loads of times."
Yang Fan could only scratch the back of his head at this comment; he rode this little chubby girl around fighting battles when they were kids, never sparing her from carrying him. He hadn't expected this woman to still remember that, seriously.
"Squat down!" Murong Yan commanded in an unquestionable tone.
Yang Fan didn't budge: "Forget it, it's so far, you trying to work me to death?"
Murong Yan repeated again: "Squat down, of course, if you don't, you can leave now, I won't stop you." What Murong Yan was thinking was, jerk, however you treated me when we were kids, now I'll torture you the same way, that's for bullying a girl.
"You..." With his Achilles' heel in someone's grasp, Yang Fan had no other solution but reluctantly to squat down.
Murong Yan climbed onto Yang Fan's back, and immediately began shouting joyfully: "Giddyap, giddyap, riding a horse," slapping Yang Fan's shoulders with her hand.
This woman wasn't heavy, had hardly any weight; Yang Fan easily stood up, but to carry a woman on his back on the main street, so much for his lifelong reputation.
"Hurry up," Murong Yan urged.
Yang Fan sped up his pace.
"Giddy up, giddy up." Murong Yan grabbed Yang Fan's two ears with her hands: "Horse ears are quite long."
Yang Fan slurped in pain: "Be gentle." He really wanted to throw this woman off and break her into a squat.
"Do you want to throw me off?" Murong Yan asked with a smile.
Yang Fan kept silent, wondering how she knew everything.
"Try throwing me off," Murong Yan said leisurely on Yang Fan's back.
Having been training in the mountains for years, carrying hundreds of pounds of stuff was a mandatory requirement from the old master. Carrying Murong Yan felt weightless, and for the sake of his senior sister, Yang Fan decided to not pick a fight with this woman for now.
Murong Yan wasn't in a hurry to go home. After walking about a mile or two, the uncomfortable Murong Yan lying on Yang Fan's back asked to be let down: "Let's go eat."
Yang Fan was indeed hungry, and the two went to a nearby small restaurant where Murong Yan ordered a few dishes.
Murong Yan had a small appetite and only ate a little. Yang Fan was not shy at all, eating as much as he should.
After coming out of the restaurant, Murong Yan stood opposite him, staring at him for a while before saying, "Do you find it hard to be my assistant?"
Yang Fan muttered to himself. Isn't that obvious? Who would want to be your assistant? "It's okay," he responded noncommittally.
"No matter what you're thinking, I can give you a chance. If you win, I promise I'll find your senior sister, and for the next half-month, you can do whatever you want. If you lose, you won't have any chances for half a month."
Yang Fan was quite interested to hear more: "Tell me, what kind of opportunity?"
The two sat down on a bench by the green belt, and Murong Yan said, "Take off your shoes."
Yang Fan was puzzled: "Why?"
Murong Yan said, without room for doubt: "Just take them off."
Yang Fan took off his newly bought shoes that day and put them aside, wondering what this woman was up to.
Murong Yan cracked a smile, took off her nearly ten-centimeter high heels, handed them to Yang Fan: "Put these on." Then she took Yang Fan's shoes, which fortunately didn't smell, and put them on her own feet.
"You are crazy, me wearing these shoes?"
"This is your opportunity. If you run in these shoes and beat me, you are free for the next half-month. Whether you seize the chance is up to you." Murong Yan was laughing madly inside, thinking, you finally got yours. I'm going to deal with you, you scoundrel. The thought of the times this scoundrel bullied her when they were young made Murong Yan feel especially gleeful and satisfied.
"Are you just trying to make me look ridiculous?" Yang Fan muttered.
Murong Yan stood up: "Then I'm leaving; you're the one letting the opportunity slip by. And you'll have to walk home barefoot."
"Alright, you're tough," Yang Fan agreed through gritted teeth.
Murong Yan, with a beaming smile, watched Yang Fan as he tried on the high heels. As soon as he put them on and tried to walk a few steps, he swayed and crouched down, continuing to sit on the chair. "My foot is going to break."
"Think it through carefully. If you win, you'll be free after."
Yang Fan struggled to his feet again, carefully stabilizing himself: "Alright, you keep your word, I'm going all out."
"Of course, I keep my word." Murong Yan and Yang Fan stood on the same starting line: "123, run!" Murong Yan quickly took off and occasionally looked back at Yang Fan's embarrassed appearance. At first, she was delighted, thinking: wearing such high heels can be painful even for me, let alone a man who has never worn them. He's just asking for torture.
However, this thought vanished in seconds, as she watched with frustration how this scoundrel Yang Fan, with a full face of smugness, walked as if on flat ground, running even faster than her, and when he passed her, he even smugly waved his hand at her.