My Perfect Female CEO
Chapter 246 - 243

Chapter 246: Chapter 243

In the mall, a beautiful woman, resembling an elf, walked proudly, with an innocent and cheerful smile on her face.

Behind the woman, a man was carrying lots of shopping bags in both hands, leaving no room to hold anything else, evident from the several small bags hanging around his neck.

"Brother, walk faster, keep up with me, be careful not to lose me," the woman would occasionally turn her head and smile mischievously.

"Okay." The man squeezed out a genuine smile and quickened his pace.

The woman with a radiant smile was naturally Ye Juanjuan, and the person behind her was none other than Ye Fan.

Looking at Ye Juanjuan’s sweet smile, Ye Fan felt happy as well. He owed his sister so much. During those missing years, he didn’t know how she managed, but from the room covered with letters on the wall, it was clear that Ye Juanjuan wasn’t happy, just as their uncle had said, her brother’s disappearance had left a shadow in Ye Juanjuan’s heart.

Ye Juanjuan fully combined the joy of shopping and the happiness from being with her brother, so of course, she was delighted.

Ye Fan didn’t feel embarrassed and was indifferent to the odd looks from those around him. As long as his sister was happy, he was willing to do anything. Carrying something like this was a trivial matter to him.

What Ye Fan didn’t know was that Ye Juanjuan’s greatest joy was watching her brother completely covered in bags.

"Who does that woman think she is? How can she treat a man like that? A man is for cherishing, not for his casual bidding," some men sympathized with Ye Fan’s plight, warning themselves to find a more considerate wife in the future, and definitely not someone like Ye Juanjuan. As for those who already had wives, they felt fortunate that their wives were kind; at least in public, they wouldn’t be covered in so many bags.

"That man is wonderful; he’s a model husband, enduring ridicule without minding, basing everything on the woman’s happiness. He’s amazing, truly manly," the women showed admiration for Ye Fan. Women with men started criticizing their husbands, while those without envied Ye Juanjuan and looked at Ye Fan with admiration.

A couple was there, and the woman began to complain, "You don’t love me, you don’t spoil me. When I ask you to carry something, you say your arms are tired; when I want you to accompany me shopping, you say your legs ache. Look at him, just look at him; they’re both men, so why is there such a difference?"

The man glanced at Ye Fan, with deep resentment, and said, "He’s a disgrace among men, simply a disgrace among men. Women aren’t to be pampered like that, it’s too much, it’s an insult to the dignity of men."

"Baby, don’t be angry. I’ll accompany you to shop all day today, okay? I’ll be responsible for carrying all the bags and swiping the card, alright?" The man had no other choice but to use all his abilities to comfort his girlfriend, dragging her to another mall because such a scene wasn’t bearable, or else who knew what more outrageous demands the girlfriend might make.

The woman was reluctantly pulled away by her boyfriend, but before leaving, she took one last longing look at the model guy.

The places Ye Fan and Ye Juanjuan passed by drew everyone’s attention, as they exchanged comments, and occasionally laughter erupted.

The siblings were indifferent to others’ thoughts and didn’t care about the speculation around them. If people knew that the two were siblings and not a couple, it would probably cause a stir.

"I bet that guy is working like that because he’s being kept by the woman," some thought. "What a good man, so clean and charming, yet also so misguided."

A few housewives gathered together, consulted for a while, and then started making bets. One of the housewives approached Ye Fan, lowered her voice, and arrogantly said, "Hey handsome, how about I keep you? Name your price."

Ye Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, lifted his leg and gave a small kick, which was enough to send the housewife sprawling onto the ground.

"Ah!" The housewife lay on the ground, wailing miserably. At this moment, her vision was spinning with gold stars, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

"You bastard, how dare you hit me, I’ll make sure you suffer!" The housewife became furious after coming to her senses, cursing incessantly.

Ye Fan wasn’t too worried; an ignorant person, even if it’s a woman, if hit, so what? He refrained from killing her, already showing mercy, a great mercy.

"Brother, how can you hit a woman?" Ye Juanjuan noticed the commotion long ago and winked at Ye Fan, then approached the housewife and started beating her up, with her feet landing constantly on the woman while reprimanding, "You sightless slut, daring to bully my brother, you must be wishing for death."

"You bitch, dare to kick me, be careful I’ll have someone kill you, do you know who I am?"

"Still kicking, ah, stop it, show mercy, auntie, show mercy."

"Mom, help, where’s security? Where’s the police?"

The housewife first threatened, then covered her face, letting Ye Juanjuan beat her up. Later, she began to plead pitifully, losing all her arrogance.

She was truly scared. Being a woman herself, she couldn’t understand how Ye Juanjuan could bear to kick her.

The other housewives with her were stunned with fear. After coming to their senses, they called the police. Their curiosity led them to Ye Fan, and thus they misjudged the situation.

"Stop kicking, be careful not to tire yourself out," Ye Fan laughed bitterly, watching Juanjuan’s angry demeanor.

"Yeah, seriously, hitting people can tire oneself out," Ye Juanjuan took a deep breath and finally stopped kicking.

The housewife quickly pleaded, "Auntie, please stop, it’s not worth it to tire yourself out."

"Talking too much again." Ye Juanjuan gave her two more kicks.

"Ahhh!" The housewife was about to cry from the beating and screamed repeatedly.

"Get lost." Ye Juanjuan finally felt satisfied.

The housewife rushed away like she had been granted amnesty, crawling to her companions.

The frightened housewives quickly helped the beaten woman up, showing concern by asking, "Are you okay?"

"How could I be okay?" The housewife’s eyes were filled with malice, and she said viciously, "Have you called the police? I’m going to make sure those bastards pay dearly, dare to hit my face, I want their lives."

"We’ve already called the police," the housewives agreed.

"That’s good," the beaten housewife said with a venomous expression.