Chapter 95: Jiang, You Have to Take Responsibility

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Jiang, You Have to Take Responsibility

"Jiang Fan, you’re asking to die!!!"

Li Muwan roared, her voice cracking from the strain.

Her scream shocked Jiang Fan back to his senses, sobering him up instantly!

"Huh? I... Holy shit!!"

He looked down at the tissue in his hand, then at Li Muwan’s chest. Her black top was smeared all over with cake...

Once frosting gets on clothes, especially dark ones, it’s impossible to wipe off. You have to wash it.

Right now, flames looked about ready to shoot from Li Muwan’s eyes.

They had done things far more outrageous on the last two occasions, but she had been drunk and barely conscious then.

But now, she was completely sober, and this guy was just groping her all over...

"If I told you I didn’t do it on purpose, would you believe me?"

"Get lost!!"

Li Muwan spun around to leave.

But in her flustered mix of shame and anger, she lost her footing and fell right on her butt.

THUD. The sound was so loud that Jiang Fan winced in sympathetic pain.

"You... what was even the point of that?"

Feeling helpless, Jiang Fan just assumed she was drunk. He quickly helped her up and dusted off her butt.

’He had to admit, both the feel and the firmness were absolutely top-tier.’

In the next moment, Jiang Fan snapped back to reality and saw a furious and blushing Li Muwan and a stunned Rong Anyao...

"You... I..."

"Um, I’m telling you, I really didn’t do it on purpose. Do you guys believe me?"

Jiang Fan felt like crying but had no tears. He honestly hadn’t been thinking about it just now.

"Um, Jiang, it’s not very nice to be such a pervert..."

"If you did it to me, well... I’d be willing..."

At this, Rong Anyao shyly lowered her head.

"You’d be willing... willing my ass!!"

Jiang Fan was completely floored.

"Jiang Fan! You..."

Li Muwan was panting heavily, her chest heaving in a way that was particularly eye-catching.

"Keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyes out."

"Oh my, the cake..."

Rong Anyao, her head still bowed, looked at the cake and blushed even deeper.

There were two large, concave impressions on its surface...

Seeing this, Li Muwan’s face turned an even brighter shade of red. She wished she could find a hole to crawl into and disappear.

"Ahem, uh, don’t blame yourself. It’s still edible, still edible! We shouldn’t waste such an expensive cake."

But as soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Fan wanted to slap himself.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Li Muwan reached out, grabbed the soft flesh of his waist, and gave it a full three-hundred-and-sixty-degree twist.

Jiang Fan grimaced in pain, but since he was clearly in the wrong, he didn’t dare say a word.

"Make a wish!"

Li Muwan took several deep breaths to suppress her embarrassment and opened the box of candles with a trembling hand.

She stuck six candles into the cake.

"I’m twenty-four this year, so six is enough!"

She tried her best to keep her voice calm and didn’t even dare to glance at Rong Anyao.

Then she grabbed the lighter from the table and lit the candles.

At this point, Jiang Fan didn’t dare argue. He obediently closed his eyes, made a wish, and blew out all the candles in one breath.

She then removed the candles, cut a small piece of cake, took a single bite with her fork, and immediately set it down on the table before fleeing Jiang Fan’s apartment as if on wings.

She couldn’t bear the shame any longer.

SLAM.

Watching the door slam shut, Jiang Fan finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Jiang, I think you did that on purpose."

Rong Anyao clasped her hands behind her back, leaned forward, and stared playfully at Jiang Fan, blinking her large eyes.

"So? Did my sister feel good?"

Jiang Fan rubbed his face and, feeling guilty, chugged the beer from the table.

"Does my sister feel better, or do I?"

Rong Anyao suddenly threw herself into Jiang Fan’s arms, grabbing his hand and placing it over her heart.

In an instant, Jiang Fan’s body went stiff as a board.

"Yaoyao, what are you doing?"

Snapping out of it, Jiang Fan quickly pushed her away.

"What’s wrong? Don’t you like it, Jiang?"

"Or am I not soft enough, not big enough?"

"Hey, hey, stop it! Don’t act like this just because you’ve had a little to drink!"

Jiang Fan flipped her over and pinned her to the sofa, then quickly pulled away.

"Am I really not the least bit attractive to you?"

As she spoke, Rong Anyao actually unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a large expanse of snowy-white skin.

A pair of snowy peaks were faintly visible.

The sight made Jiang Fan’s mouth go dry.

"Hmph. All talk and no action!"

Although Jiang Fan tried to look stern and righteous, his gaze couldn’t help but frequently dart toward her.

Rong Anyao’s face broke into a sly grin, like a fox that had just snatched a chicken.

The girl had practically stripped for him, yet he hadn’t made a move, only kept sneaking glances. When their eyes met, even someone as thick-skinned as Jiang Fan could feel his face burning.

"Jiang, can you tell me what you wished for?"

"Come sit a little closer. I’m not going to do anything to you."

Seeing her start to button up her shirt, Jiang Fan rubbed his nose and finally dared to sit down on the sofa.

"It wasn’t anything special. I just wished for all my friends to be happy and prosperous."

"And most importantly, for me to be happy and prosperous too!"

"Jiang, I’m afraid your wish is already halfway to coming true!"

Rong Anyao leaned in closer to Jiang Fan.

Then, she produced a bank card from somewhere.

"My sister was here earlier, so it wasn’t a good time to give this to you. This is your real birthday present."

"This... this... why are you giving me a card? It’s too much, I can’t accept it."

"They say a man needs to have his own spending money, or it’s inconvenient to do anything when you go out."

"You’re so scared of my sister, she definitely won’t give you an allowance, right?"

"It’s okay, I’ll give it to you. This is a card with part of my salary."

"Let me tell you, I have over 1.6 million fans on the platform now!"

"So my monthly salary is nothing to scoff at."

Rong Anyao said, stuffing the card into Jiang Fan’s hand.

"From now on, use this card for whatever you want when you go out."

"Uh... Yaoyao, you should keep this card for yourself."

"I don’t need it. I have my own salary and bonuses."

"Besides, your parents... they have so many expenses."

"No! Jiang, are you looking down on me?"

"This money is clean. I’m not one of those risqué streamers."

"As for my parents, I’ve already cut ties with them. From now on, it’s just you and me."

"What? You cut ties?"

Jiang Fan’s face fell. This was no small matter.

"My mother’s condition hasn’t worsened, but she’s still bedridden. And my dad... he still wants me to marry some old man."

"To put it bluntly, he just wants to make a quick buck off me behind my back and then skip town."

Seeing her state this so calmly, a flash of pity crossed Jiang Fan’s face.

For a biological father to treat his own daughter like this... it would be an unbearable pain for anyone.

But this girl was incredibly strong. She didn’t shed a single tear, instead burying all the pain deep in her heart.

"Then I definitely can’t take this money."