Stunning Dragon Wife
Chapter 332 - 331: The Eight-Handed Modification Accident

Chapter 332: Chapter 331: The Eight-Handed Modification Accident

Xu Jing, shocked, instinctively turned around only to see Little Shan standing there with his hands in his pockets, wearing a mischievous grin.

"Little Shan?"

"When did you get here?" Xu Jing was extremely excited.

Little Shan walked up to Xu Jing, smiling broadly.

"I just happened to hear your confession."

"So, you love me that deeply, huh?"

"You, you shameless! Who loves you deeply?"

Xu Jing’s face instantly turned red with embarrassment, and she shyly lowered her head.

Hu Caixia, standing beside, also froze for a moment upon seeing Little Shan.

She then understood why Xu Jing was so lovestruck.

He’s really handsome.

With rosy lips and white teeth, refined and cultured, pristine demeanor, and a young, handsome face. Isn’t he just the perfect heartthrob?

In contrast, standing beside her own, Zhao Li, old, ugly, and dark skin tone, indeed, without comparison, there’s no harm.

No, she couldn’t let herself lose face like this.

"Little Jing, so this is your boyfriend? Doesn’t look much, young man. From your shabby appearance, your monthly salary must not be over three thousand, right?"

She said with a sour tone.

Little Shan was instantly dumbfounded.

He hadn’t provoked this woman at all, yet why was she so hostile the moment they met?

Realizing she was Xu Jing’s classmate, he tried to hold back, but Hu Caixia, who had received benefits from Luo Bing, intensified her attack.

"Country bumpkin, didn’t you tell Little Jing over the phone that you drove here? Where’s your car then?"

"I saw you walking over here. You can’t possibly have come riding a donkey cart, could you? Oh my God, where did you tie up your donkey?"

Hu Caixia looked around sarcastically.

"Ha, just a lowly country bumpkin. It would be good if he could ride a motorcycle, let alone drive a car like mine, a Land Rover."

Zhao Li leaned against his Land Rover, looking down at Little Shan with scorn.

Earlier, Little Shan couldn’t find a place, so he parked his car on the roadside and walked over.

"Caixia, stop it, don’t be so harsh on Little Shan. If you continue like this, I—I won’t talk to you anymore," Xu Jing stamped her foot in anger.

Little Shan squinted at Hu Caixia.

This Hu Caixia, considering her looks, would rate a three out of ten — one for base appearance, one for makeup, and one for figure.

Her attire was quite revealing, showcasing a lot, albeit padded.

Sharp chin, high nose bridge.

The same, made through surgery.

Clearly, Hu Caixia was like a modified car.

Moreover, despite the heavy makeup, one could still see the blemishes on her original skin tone.

As a doctor, Little Shan knew what that indicated.

Too much indulgence is toxic.

Once a woman has been with too many men, she absorbs their toxins, and over time, it shows on her skin.

Plus, though she sprayed lots of perfume, he could still smell a faint, pungent odor coming from her.

Others might not tell, but Little Shan could easily recognize it.

It was the scent of an anti-inflammatory vaginal product.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

It seems Hu Caixia is not just a modified car; she’s a severely overused one, the kind that might need a warm-up for a long while before driving.

Such a foul-smelling woman, and she dares to talk back to him?

Originally, he did not want to engage with Hu Caixia, but since she was asking for it, he was certainly going to give it to her.

"Whether I drive a donkey cart or not is hardly any of your concern,"

"But rest assured, even if I really were to ride a donkey cart, I wouldn’t choose an overused modified one."

"God forbid it’s one of those that have been in a major accident and taken lives. That would be grotesque."

"Overused modified car?"

"Major accident?"

These key phrases left the innocent and naive Xu Jing thoroughly confused, but the foul-smelling Hu Caixia instantly understood them.

He was insinuating that she was worn by many men and had, furthermore, had abortions!

"You punk, you, you just attack personally because you’re in the wrong, your, your mouth is too foul!"

Hu Caixia was instantly frantic.

"Husband, husband, he’s insulting me, he’s..."

Hu Caixia clung to Zhao Li’s arm, whining pitifully.

"You, you country bumpkin, you..."

Zhao Li had barely started speaking when Little Shan fiercely retorted.

"Whether I’m a country bumpkin or not is not for you to say, but you definitely are a collector of junk cars. This car of yours has been out of production for seven or eight years. Considering its age, it must be about ten years old, right? I reckon even if I wanted to buy one, I wouldn’t find it in the used car market; I’d have to go to a junkyard for scrap cars."

Upon hearing this, the dark-skinned man’s face turned red, then he became furious.

This car was indeed a façade he had bargained for two hundred thousand yuan in the used car market.

Having it pointed out was, of course, embarrassing for him.

"You brat, keep spouting nonsense, and I’ll kill you."

If he could cripple Xu Jing’s boyfriend, Mr. Luo would surely be pleased, right?

The old man charged at Little Shan fiercely, howling as he leaped up and aimed a brutal kick at Little Shan.