?69: Chapter 69: The Beautiful Anchor?

    69: Chapter 69: The Beautiful Anchor?

    Hearing Zhou Jiajia say that, Lin Yifan was instantly startled, “How...

    how is that possible?”

    On the other side, with such a question thrown at her, An Qi’s heart immediately turned chaotic.

    She indeed had a good feeling about this big bad guy, but whether it was love, she was not sure.

    However, her behavior, seemingly intending to smear, certainly raised suspicions, so she explained, “I just don’t want to see the beautiful Jiajia being taken advantage of by this sleazy big bad guy.”

    “If he dared to take advantage of me, he would have taken advantage of little sister An Qi long ago, especially since An Qi’s figure is much better than Jiajia’s!”

    Zhou Jiajia wore a mischievous smile as she scrutinized An Qi’s body, the implication clear without words.

    With that said, Lin Yifan instantly became curious, so while driving, he couldn’t help but sneak peeks in the rearview mirror at An Qi and Zhou Jiajia, trying to determine which of the two women had the best figure.

    Being scanned by Zhou Jiajia like this made An Qi extremely shy, and she protested sweetly, “Jiajia, what are you talking about?

    There are others here, we can’t talk about such sensitive things.”

    “Anyone with eyes can see that little sister An Qi’s figure is better than Jiajia’s, what’s there to hide?”

    Zhou Jiajia continued to tease An Qi.

    Actually, she had a purpose in doing this; it was to compete with An Qi and stir up jealousy.

    She believed her figure was no worse than An Qi’s, and since Lin Yifan had a physical reaction to An Qi’s figure, she wondered if he would have an even stronger reaction to hers.

    “Where am I better than Jiajia?

    Jiajia is the most voluptuous woman I’ve ever seen.”

    An Qi returned the favor, complimenting Zhou Jiajia, which indeed was a fact.

    Hearing this, Lin Yifan instantly took another couple of looks at Zhou Jiajia, and discovered her body indeed was quite voluptuous, which made him swallow his saliva several times.

    Having achieved her goal, Zhou Jiajia stopped teasing An Qi; she believed Lin Yifan would make his own judgment.

    A dozen minutes later, they arrived home.

    They said goodbye to each other and went their separate ways, and Lin Yifan also drove away.

    However, he hadn’t driven fifty meters before he received a WeChat message, so he clicked to read it.

    This message was sent by Zhou Jiajia, and it read, “I’ll give you a surprise tomorrow.”

    Just a simple sentence like that set Lin Yifan’s imagination running wild, “What kind of surprise might it be?”

    ...

    Driving back to the neighborhood, it was already past seven in the evening.

    Finding a restaurant, Lin Yifan sat down for a meal.

    After the meal, he drove back to his residence, ready to head upstairs to rest.

    At this moment, Han Meiling, who was rushing over, saw a Maserati president series sedan parked beside the building she lived in and was suddenly stunned, thinking it was a wealthy fan coming to look for her.

    “Who could it be?”

    Full of curiosity, she stealthily hid on one side, watching closely.

    Soon, a tall man dressed in a suit stepped out of the sedan; then, he walked toward the apartment’s main entrance.

    “So handsome!

    So domineering!”

    Catching sight of the Maserati’s owner, Han Meiling was instantly attracted.

    Her emotions were running high; if he really was her fan, then she would accept his advances.

    She continued to observe from the shadows, and saw the dashing man approach the door, pull out a key, then open the door and go inside.

    “He’s a tenant here?

    How could there be such a wealthy tenant here?

    Could it be that he wants to get close to me?”

    After wildly speculating, Han Meiling decided to find out the truth by probing for herself.

    She ran over, then opened the door and burst into the room, yelling, “Wait a second!”

    In the elevator, Lin Yifan turned at the sound and saw a familiar figure.

    “Big Brother’s beautiful broadcaster?”

    Although the person had changed clothes, the face was the same, so he recognized her immediately.

    “How come she’s here?

    Could she also be a tenant here?

    That can’t be a coincidence, can it?”

    Lin Yifan was stunned, unable to believe the truth; if it really was the case, then he could watch live broadcasts in person every day.

    Han Meiling walked over with long strides, holding a bag of something in her hand.

    Staring at Han Meiling...

    Lin Yifan was dazed, “This...

    this is even more fierce than on the livestream.”

    After being dumbfounded for a moment, he hurriedly pressed the elevator’s door open button to prevent the doors from closing.

    A few seconds later, Han Meiling dashed into the elevator.

    She feigned a ladylike demeanor, lifted a strand of hair to her ear, shyly lowered her head and thanked him: “Thank you!”

    “You’re welcome!”

    Lin Yifan responded, and then couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Han Meiling and noticed she really was stunning.

    On the other side, Han Meiling also sneaked a peek at Lin Yifan and found that he really was handsome.

    Two people who admired each other stole glances back and forth in the elevator, seemingly addicted.

    However, in the end, it was Han Meiling who broke the awkward silence first, asking, “Sir, do you usually watch live streams?”

    Hearing Han Meiling’s question, Lin Yifan became even more certain she was the Big Brother’s beautiful broadcaster and so he asked back, “Are you the beautiful broadcaster from the live show?”

    “Yes, yes, yes!

    I am, I am,” Han Meiling quickly responded, seeming very excited.

    “Why is she so excited?

    Does she recognize me as one of the onlookers?”

    Lin Yifan wondered; wanting to clarify the situation, he curiously asked, “Do you know me?”

    “Sorry, I have too many fans, I can’t remember all their names; may I know which wealthy fan you are?”

    “Wealthy?

    When did I become wealthy?”

    Thinking about it, Lin Yifan figured she must have assumed him to be a wealthy fan chasing after her because he arrived in a Maserati, nicely dressed in a suit and brand-name clothes, and entered this place.

    Now, since he already had Zhou Jiajia, to avoid leading her on, he sincerely answered, “Sorry, I’m not any wealthy individual, nor am I any wealthy fan.”

    “You’re not wealthy but you can afford a Maserati President sedan?

    I don’t buy it.”

    Han Meiling felt that Lin Yifan seemed to be intentionally avoiding her and didn’t know what he was afraid of; could it be that he was afraid she would devour him?

    That seemed overly timid.

    If he dared to come here, what was there to fear?

    However, there could be other reasons.

    To ascertain his identity, she pressed on with her questioning, “Do you know me?

    Have you watched my livestreams?”

    This question did stump Lin Yifan; admitting he had watched would mean acknowledging he was the repressed type, which would make any future encounters extremely awkward.

    Moreover, he was afraid Han Meiling might tempt him into wrongdoing like Wang Xiaolin did.

    If he said he hadn’t watched, it would feel insincere.

    For the moment, he didn’t know what to do.