Chapter Thirty-Five: You Married My Fiancée Off to Zhang Fan?

The post Zhang Fan shared was a group photo of himself sitting on the sofa with his mother, Zhu Qing'an, and his daughter. He was announcing their romantic relationship to his family and friends.

Seeing Zhu Qing'an’s face, which was so breathtakingly beautiful that even Liu Yan felt inferior, Liu Yan knelt on the bathroom floor and wailed.

"Why? Why did I come to the United States!"

"If I hadn't cheated, I would still be at home taking care of my husband and raising our child. Why did I crave that momentary pleasure?"

"Sob, sob, I want to go back. I really want to go back to China."

"At this time of day, I would definitely be at home starting to cook."

"Sometimes when my husband had a day off, he would come back a little earlier, and we could eat together, go shopping together, and take our daughter out together."

"But, but now, I have nothing..."

Liu Yan cried until she nearly suffocated. She had fantasized that after arriving in the United States, she would become a person of status—an outstanding woman envied by everyone. But now, not only had she killed someone, but she hadn't even secured citizenship or a green card. What was she supposed to do?

Liu Yan shook her limp body and crawled up. Looking at herself in the mirror with disheveled hair, her tears had run dry.

Find Zhang Fan!

If I go to him now, with his kind nature, maybe his heart will soften and he will help me? If I can return to China, I will still be my daughter's mother. Even if we can't get back together, I will still be a Chinese citizen, and I won't have to endure this current suffering.

But just as she picked up her phone, Liu Yan immediately extinguished the thought. She punched the glass, and her hand became a bloody mess.

"No!"

"I can't go to him! Last time I reached out, he only mocked me. He would never help me."

"Besides, if he finds out I killed someone, he might report me to the police, and then it would truly be over."

Liu Yan returned to the bedroom in a daze, looking at the brand-new bedsheets with a numb expression. Just then, her gaze fell upon the artworks in the room. Her eyes suddenly lit up. Any one of these pieces was worth millions of dollars. If I sell them one by one, couldn't I transform into a wealthy person? With enough money, a legal status would be easy to obtain. Isn't it said that criminals and corrupt officials from all over the world love to run to the United States? Here, money can make anything happen!

Liu Yan hurriedly went online, using her limited English vocabulary and the help of a translation app to search for places to sell the items.

A few hours later, Liu Yan, who had regained her confidence, dressed up and made herself a steak. She chewed the beef vigorously and sneered, "Zhang Fan, you didn't expect this!"

"I’ve come back to life!"

"That damn pervert John, both his parents are dead, and he left behind so much inheritance. And since he was a loner with no social connections, I was worried about the truth coming out, but now it seems..."

Zhang Fan, just you wait! Once I pull this off, secure my legal status, and become wealthy, I will return to China. I will walk right up to you and show you what I've become! By then, with my money and power, my daughter will naturally come to me!

...

Zhang Fan did not know about what was happening with Liu Yan, nor did he care. After lulling his daughter to sleep, he brought Zhu Qing'an into his room in the villa. Zhu Qing'an, who had been acting very mature in front of Wang Chunhua, lowered her head shyly like a young girl once she entered the room.

Looking at her infinitely bashful appearance, Zhang Fan felt a stir of desire. Especially since Zhu Qing'an was wearing black silk stockings today, it made him feel a bit heated. Her curves were simply too perfect. He hadn't touched a woman in nearly half a month. However, when Zhang Fan moved closer and gently embraced her, Zhu Qing'an instinctively pushed against his chest.

She spoke in a trembling, tiny voice.

"Brother, I, I'm scared."

"I love you, really! But, but I haven't experienced this kind of thing before."

"Can you let me prepare myself mentally? Please don't be so fast, okay?"

Zhang Fan was amused. There were still such pure girls left in the world. Not to mention she had waited for him for a full twenty years, and now they were both thirty-five—the same age—yet she had never been with a man. Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh; he had truly found a treasure. He patted Zhu Qing'an’s head and smiled slightly.

"Alright, alright, I won't force you."

"Things like this should be done with mutual consent, of course."

Zhu Qing'an let out a sigh of relief. Her heart was beating fast, and her cheeks were flushed pink. Nestled in Zhang Fan’s strong arms, she felt very safe. Brother is so good! Most men, upon seeing a beautiful woman, would have eyes full of lust, dying to consume her on the spot. But Brother was able to restrain himself in front of her. He was truly the man she loved.

Zhang Fan’s hands, however, were not quite as restrained, making her body tremble as she looked up to meet his gaze with a charming, coquettish expression.

"Hey? Brother, what are you doing!"

Zhang Fan blinked, looking very innocent. "Didn't I promise you I wouldn't rush to the finish line?"

"But you have to give me some sweetness, right?"

Zhu Qing'an laughed helplessly, her small hands moving gently to help Zhang Fan undress. Then, she reached out. She looked up and met Zhang Fan’s eyes again with a shy gaze.

"Brother, I, I really haven't done this kind of thing before."

"Can you teach me?"

Of course, only heaven knows what the two were doing. Half an hour later, Zhu Qing'an let out a cry, ran into the bathroom with a blushing face, and washed her hands. When she came out, she looked resentful. Zhang Fan pounced like a hungry tiger, pulling the soft, delicate Zhu Qing'an into his arms, which made her heart flutter like a frightened deer. Before she could beg for mercy, she heard Zhang Fan’s heavy breathing. So, Brother was tired! Unknowingly, Zhu Qing'an also felt exhausted and fell asleep in Zhang Fan’s arms.

The next morning, Zhu Qing'an, her face still seeming to glow from the night before, fidgeted in Zhang Fan’s arms, too shy to get up.

"Brother, why do you men like..."

Even so, Zhang Fan didn't let go, watching her with a smile.

"I can't help it, genetics control me."

"Males in the natural world are all like this; who told us to be human?"

Zhu Qing'an felt very awkward, yet simultaneously very happy. It was a contradictory feeling. Awkward because it was her first time being in such intimate contact with a man, even sleeping together. Happy, of course, because she had achieved an intimate relationship with Zhang Fan. Although they hadn't taken the final step...

She gave Zhang Fan’s lips a firm kiss, her face lighting up with a giggle.

"Close your eyes, okay? I'm shy."

"Wait until I've put on my clothes, then you can open them."

"Please, Brother~"

Zhang Fan gave a doting smile; he hadn't felt the sweetness of romance for a long time. After being married to Liu Yan for many years, only familial affection had remained between them. In the end, even that affection had turned into rage due to Liu Yan’s infidelity. This feeling was so nostalgic. It was as if he had returned to being eighteen or nineteen years old.

He closed his eyes. But soon, he opened them again.

Zhu Qing'an, who was in the middle of dressing, was startled and quickly covered herself.

"Brother, you are so bad!"

Zhang Fan didn't tease her anymore, and the two washed up and got dressed. When they reached the villa living room, two nannies with different styles had already prepared breakfast. Their eyes turned toward Zhu Qing'an, and they couldn't help but feel a flash of jealousy and envy. They were jealous of Zhu Qing'an’s beauty and envious that she could date such a successful and handsome man like Zhang Fan. But as nannies, they naturally didn't say anything, silently serving the family.

Wang Chunhua was beaming from ear to ear. "Xiao'an, thank you for not minding that my son is divorced and has a daughter."

Zhu Qing'an quickly set down her bowl and chopsticks, waving her hands repeatedly.

"How could I mind? Auntie, I have liked Brother Fan for a long time."

"Besides, Yun'er is so cute, sensible, smart, and well-behaved. I am happy to be her stepmother."

Wang Chunhua nodded with a smile. "When are you two planning to hold the wedding?"

At the mention of the wedding, Zhang Fan rolled his eyes. "Mom, we only just confirmed our relationship a few days ago."

"Are you already talking about the wedding?"

Wang Chunhua spoke to Zhu Qing'an with such kindness, but when she looked at Zhang Fan, her maternal authority instantly kicked in, and she glared at him.

"Such a wonderful girl like Xiao'an is willing to give herself to you, doesn't mind that you have a child and are divorced—what are you still hesitating for?"

"Shut up!"

Zhang Fan shook his head helplessly. Sigh, there was nothing he could do. He wasn't afraid of anyone, but he was afraid of his own mother. After Wang Chunhua’s persistent persuasion, Zhu Qing'an quickly set the wedding date with a blushing face. It would be next Saturday evening.

Time flew by. Friday arrived.

At Hai City International Airport, a man who was about one-tenth as handsome as Zhang Fan stepped off the plane. His expression was extremely unpleasant. He took a taxi directly to a garden estate belonging to the Zhu family in Hai City. When the Zhu family’s bodyguards saw him, they recognized his identity and no one blocked him.

At this moment, Zhu Qing'an’s parents were busy preparing for the wedding and hadn't slept all night.

The man sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Uncle, Auntie, long time no see."

"Do you still recognize me?"

"Especially you, Uncle. If my grandfather hadn't saved your life back then, would you be alive today? We had an agreement that Zhu Qing'an would be betrothed to me from childhood. Why did I suddenly receive news that she is getting married?"

"Can you give me an explanation?"

The man appeared with an overbearing aura. When Zhu Changshan saw his face, he couldn't help but frown.