Chapter 53 The Slap in the Face Came Too Quickly (1/2)

A single thought, clear and domineering, occupied her entire heart.

Such a good man belongs to her.

It can only be hers.

Yan Yu, who had been using his mental power to depict every inch of the little girl's expression, clearly "saw" the fleeting, intense possessiveness in her eyes that was exactly the same as his own.

His heart felt as if it had been struck by a thunderbolt, and he trembled violently.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently involuntarily.

His large hands, hanging at his sides, trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Yan Yu clenched his teeth tightly to suppress the overwhelming joy and impulse that threatened to burst through his chest and seep into his very bones.

He took out a basin of clean water from his spatial storage and, with almost pious movements, meticulously washed away every trace of rust and dirt between his fingers.

Then, a basin of clear water was added.

He held a soft, damp handkerchief in both hands and brought it to Ruan Tang.

He lowered his eyes, his movements incredibly gentle, carefully wiping away a speck of dust that had somehow gotten onto her face.

His expression was as if he were polishing a unique, fragile, and priceless treasure.

After doing all this, he stretched out his clean, slender fingers and gently lifted her delicate, smooth chin.

He forced her to look up and meet his eyes, which were swirling with intense, dark black light.

Do you like it?

His hoarse voice held a deadly hook.

The question, of course, wasn't about that pile of cold, hard iron.

Ruan Tang's cheeks flushed bright red instantly.

Her long eyelashes trembled nervously, and she lowered her gaze in embarrassment.

"...Never serious."

Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a hint of embarrassment and annoyance at having her secret exposed.

But the smile in her eyes, which she couldn't hide, and the undisguised joy she showed, had already completely betrayed her true feelings.

She likes it.

She likes him.

She liked everything he did for her even more.

This realization was like a bucket of boiling oil poured onto the fire that Yan Yu called reason.

The emotions surging and aching in his chest could no longer be suppressed.

The man suddenly bent down.

A tender, sincere kiss fell upon him without the slightest haste.

Only when the little girl in his arms began to breathe rapidly and erratically again did he reluctantly release her, with endless longing.

His warm, large hand enveloped her soft, boneless little hand, and he led her toward the heavy wooden door.

"Let's go out."

Squeak—

Yan Yu yanked the warehouse door open from the inside.

The blinding sunlight rushed in, and the anxious crowd waiting outside instinctively squinted.

Chen Fengshan, who was guarding the front, had his heart in his throat.

He eagerly craned his neck and immediately spotted in the center of the warehouse that strangely shaped thing pieced together from a pile of junk.

"Engineer Yan... this is..."

He stammered for a long time, his mind blank, unable to think of a suitable word to describe what was in front of him.

Chen Defu, Li Fengshou, and the others following behind him also looked bewildered and astonished.

Immediately, that sense of bewilderment turned into an overwhelming disappointment that was hard to conceal.

It felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over me from head to toe; my heart instantly turned ice-cold.

That's it?

This pile of rusty, broken-down stuff looks like it could be blown apart by a gust of wind.

This thing can dry all the wheat in their entire brigade?

Isn't this just making a fool of them?

Yan Yu didn't even bother to give them a second glance, and continued to hold Ruan Tang's hand tightly as they walked to the machine.