Chapter 61 The Sixty-First Day of Not Running Away The sixty-first day of not running away...

Chapter 61 The Sixty-First Day of Not Running Away The sixty-first day of not running away...

Liu Yan returned at the end of February. When Wen Chan and Jiang Zihan were watching TV at home, they heard laughter coming from outside.

Immediately afterwards, Fatty, Liu Yan, and their group came in.

"Liu Yan." Wen Chan stood up, somewhat surprised. "When did you get back?"

Liu Yan has clearly lost a lot of weight since she came back; she looks much thinner, but her eyes are full of energy.

She smiled and put down a large bag of things, "I just got back this afternoon and came over to bring you some local specialties."

"Why are you being so polite?" Wen Chan asked. "Have you eaten?"

"We haven't eaten yet. Fatty said I have to treat him to a nice meal tonight. I think we should all come together," Liu Yan said readily. "How about we go out for lamb hot pot? What do you guys think?"

The fat man chuckled, "Sister-in-law, we can't be polite with Yanzi. She's really lucky this time."

Wen Chan found this interesting and smiled in agreement, telling Liu Yan to take the people back to wash up first.

Jiang Zihan grabbed the fat man and asked, "Why did Lan Linglong come along too?"

The fat man glanced at the cup on the table, then plopped down. "Hey girl, I haven't had a drop of water on my way back. Pour me a glass to soothe my throat, and I'll tell you what happened."

Jiang Zihan patted the fat guy on the shoulder and said, "Okay, Fatty, you wait here."

She went to get a cup and filled the fat man's cup directly.

The fat man took the cup, gulped it down, and then let out a satisfied "ah."

Wen Chan and Jiang Zihan couldn't help but laugh as they watched from the side.

Jiang Zihan said, "Fatty, you're not going to Africa, why are you acting like you haven't had water for days?"

The fat man grabbed a few tissues from the table and touched his face. Good heavens, his hands were covered in grease and grime. He said breathlessly, "We didn't go to Africa, but do you guys even know how far it is from the airport to here? Good heavens, Liu Yan had a ton of stuff, and that little girl had a ton of stuff too. How could I, a grown man, let a young girl do all the heavy work? So I carried it all myself. I'm exhausted, and that's already a good result."

Upon hearing this, Wen Chan couldn't help but chuckle.

"That must have been very hard on you."

The fat man waved his hand: "It can't be considered hard work. I've seen it all since I went out with Yanzi. No wonder she can make money. This girl is really hardworking. The young girl is too. The two of them are running around every day looking for zipper pulls."

"The zipper pull?" Jiang Zihan asked. "You mean the zipper on the pants?"

The fat man said, "That's right, that little thing, such a small item, is not easy to find. There aren't many in Shenzhen, but she managed to dig it up and even made a deal for it. If you ask me, it would be an injustice if Liu Yan didn't make a fortune."

"Fatty, you really think highly of me."

Liu Yan returned, carrying a notebook in her hand.

Wen Chan noticed that her hair was wet, obviously from a hasty rinse and quick dry. She said, "It's so windy. You came out with wet hair. You'll probably have a headache later."

"It's alright." Liu Yan waved her hand. "I'm used to it. Besides, I can't wait any longer."

She said to Wen Chan and Jiang Zihan, "Wen Chan, Zihan, you have good taste. Can you help me see which styles of the new jeans would be better? I've already hired a pattern maker, and he'll be here in a few days. But he's a bit old, and I'm worried he might not be able to grasp the tastes of young people."

Fatty winked at Wen Chan and Jiang Zihan, meaning, "See? I told you Liu Yan was really going all out."

Wen Chan told the fat man to hurry back to his rented apartment to take a shower, and then asked Jiang Zihan to get an unused towel to dry Liu Yan's hair.

Liu Yan tried to refuse again.

Wen Chan said, "You should work hard when you need to, but your health is also important. If you work so hard now, and then your career takes off but your health deteriorates, wouldn't that be a loss?"

Liu Yan then took the towel, feeling embarrassed.

When she first picked up the towel, she felt it was very soft, completely different from the towels she had used at home. In terms of feel, it was very similar to the high-end towels in hotels.

"These styles are all pretty good." Wen Chan flipped through the notebook, which was thick and about the width of a thumb, with hundreds of styles drawn in pencil.

Remembering what the fat man had said earlier, she realized that Liu Yan had probably visited all the wholesale markets in Shenzhen.

"However, it's best if the jeans are a bit slim-fitting, like this fitted style, which is great as it accentuates your figure. You can't be too strict about leg shape, since not everyone has long, slender legs. If you wear them, your flaws will be too obvious..."

"cheers!"

That evening, Chen Bozheng and the others rushed back to host a welcome dinner for Liu Yan and Lan Linglong.

Since there were quite a few people, everyone went straight into a private room.

The wine glasses clinked together in mid-air, making a crisp sound.

Lin Qingfeng downed his drink in one gulp, then looked at Liu Yan with a hint of heartache in his eyes. "Sister Yan, you work so hard running this business, you've gotten so thin. I should have just lent a hand at our auto repair shop; at least there you wouldn't be exposed to the wind or rain."

The monk said, "Fengzi, you're wrong. Swallows fly outside; if they stay at home, they're no longer swallows."

He rarely cracks jokes, so everyone was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.

The fat man spat out a mouthful of wine, and Jiang Zihan disdainfully tossed him a handkerchief to cover his mouth.

He coughed awkwardly a few times, then looked at the monk with a wry smile, "Monk, people say that a scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation. I haven't seen you for a month, and you've already learned to tell jokes."

"You haven't changed at all." The monk glanced at the fat man, reached out and patted his beer belly. "Even Yanzi got so thin, and you've been running around with her, how come you haven't lost any weight?"

The fat man immediately became unhappy, "Isn't this because I'm overworked?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Liu Yan said, "You mustn't talk about Fatty. If it weren't for him coming with us, we don't know if we would have made it back safely."

Everyone was taken aback when they heard this.

Wen Chan frowned. "What happened? When you went to Shenzhen, didn't Boss Ye and his wife take care of you?"

Liu Yan said, "They helped us a lot. They provided us with accommodation, told us where the wholesale markets were, where the clothing and hardware stores were, and even recommended the sewing machine we bought. However, it's really chaotic there now. The three of us went out to look at clothes, and when we got to the roadside, a van suddenly drove up to us."

When Liu Yan recounted the incident, she still looked shaken. "At first, we thought the car was just passing by, but we never expected it to stop right in front of us. Four men got out and tried to pull me and Linglong into the car."

Lan Linglong rolled up her wrists. "Look, these pinch marks haven't faded yet."

Lan Linglong was a girl from Shanghai with fair skin and slender wrists. At this moment, the bruises around her fair wrists were shocking and made people's hearts pound.

"Is this so lawless?" Lin Qingfeng's face turned red with anger.

"What law? If it weren't for Fatty coming over and pulling us back, yelling and shouting, and attracting a crowd of onlookers, we'd be somewhere right now."

Speaking of this, Liu Yan picked up her cup and said to Wen Chan, "Wen Chan, I have to thank you. It's thanks to you that you left Fatty here to help us, otherwise, I really don't know what would have happened."

"Don't say that, we're friends," Wen Chan said. "Are you two alright?"

Lan Linglong said, "We weren't injured, but we were frightened. Sister Zhao and Brother Ye were very righteous. They even asked Lin Mo to come and stay with us."

“Oh my, I never expected it to be like this in Shenzhen too.” The fat man said, “When we were a group before, we didn’t encounter anything like this. I think that group was probably specifically targeting young girls and young wives. You have no idea how fast that van was driving. It was right in front of us in the blink of an eye. I didn’t even have time to react before I heard Sister Yanzi and Linglong shouting.”

“You have to be careful when you’re out and about,” Wen Chan said. “Now that Yanzi has come back to run a clothing factory, she’s much safer.”

“That’s right, there’s no place like home.” Liu Yan said, “Chen Bozheng, Fengzi, I heard that your auto repair shop has made a fortune. Let’s not talk about anything else, I’d like to congratulate you first.”

The meal didn't end until after 10 PM.

Wen Chan didn't drink; she just took a sip. Chen Bozheng, on the other hand, drank a few glasses and got a little drunk. When he got home, he lay down on a chair and closed his eyes.

When Wen Chan came out of the shower, he was still lying on the chair with his eyes half-open and half-closed, and it was hard to tell whether he was asleep or not.

Wen Chan dried her hair, walked over, then came back, bent down, and stared into Chen Bozheng's eyes.

His eyes have sharp lines, long but straight eyelashes like a row of small arrows, and thin eyelids that, when slightly drooping, reveal faint blue veins.

"Chen Bozheng, Chen Bozheng..." Wen Chan called out softly a few times, tentatively.

Chen Bo was sitting with his eyes down, motionless, like a marble.

Wen Chan straightened up, supporting herself on the chair with her right hand. "You're already drunk? You have a really low alcohol tolerance."

Her eyes darted around and she spotted an oil-based pen on the table. A smile played on her lips as she picked up the pen, walked over to Chen Bozheng, and was about to add some paint to his face when her wrist was grabbed.

Chen Bo raised his eyelids, staring at her hands, then looked away and stared at Wen Chan: "What are you doing?"

Even when caught red-handed, Wen Chan remained completely calm.

She straightened up: "You're not drunk. I was just teasing you to see if you were faking it. Since you're awake, I'm going back to sleep. Goodnight."

She casually pulled her wrist away, returned the pen to Chen Bozheng, turned around and went back to her room. After closing the door, she stuck out her tongue and patted her chest.

That was close! I never expected Chen Bozheng, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, to pretend to be drunk.

Chen Bo clenched his fist, the delicate and smooth touch still lingering in his palm. He put down his pen, raised his hand to his forehead, and smiled.

He wasn't actually pretending to be drunk; he was just extremely tired.

He worked tirelessly for more than half a month, doing all sorts of jobs at the auto repair shop, and even helping the villagers set up their stalls and coordinate prices to prevent them from arguing over how much to sell.

Chen Bozheng had no time to rest from morning till night today, unless Wen Chan called them back.

But it was all worth it.

The smile on his lips gradually spread, even reaching the corners of his eyes.