An Lan nodded, “That’s true. Although it’s a bit old to ride on one’s coattail, it’s a good thing that you’re good-looking. As long as you’re conscientious, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“An Lan, you’ll know that there are benefits of being old.” Xu Bohan leaned towards her.
An Lan was startled by the sudden masculine presence. She watched as his handsome face drew closer and closer, wondering if he was going to kiss her.
Wasn’t this a little too fast? Should she push him away or what should she do.
Her head was like a paste when Xu Bohan was about one-hand distance away from her, he suddenly stopped, having his hand passed by her waist and undid the seatbelt button.
His dark eyes stared at her and he smiled faintly, “Young men might not do things like unfastening seatbelts for you.”
Because they were too close, An Lan’s face was burning. She reached out to press against his chest and pushed him away. She said dryly, “Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome.” Xu Bohan undid his own seatbelt and got out of the car to open the car door for her.
When An Lan got out, he grabbed her hand.
“I’ll tell teacher Song later that I have a girlfriend.” Xu Bohan explained in a low voice.
An Lan was embarrassed. Why did she feel like she was about to meet her parents.
“Aiya, Little Xu is here.” A woman’s voice suddenly sounded in the courtyard.
The two of them turned around. A middle-aged woman in her fifties was walking over with a smile. Her gaze paused on their hands for a few seconds, and she covered her mouth and smiled, “Little Xu finally has a girlfriend.”
“Hello, Madam, long time no see,” Xu Bohan introduced, “An Lan, this is Madam Song. Madam, this is my girlfriend, An Lan.”
“You brat, so you have high standards. No wonder you also turned down my matchmaking attempts in the past,” Madam Song glared at them, “Come in quickly.”
Xu Bohan held An Lan’s hand as they walked in. In the living room, an elegant middle-aged man came out of the kitchen with fruits in his hands. When he saw the two of them, he was stunned.
An Lan was so excited that her palms moved. She recognized this person at a glance. She didn’t expect to see him so clearly up close. Song Ruixue, who was already over 60, seemed to have a good shape and looked like someone in his forties, “Hello, teacher Song. I’m An Lan. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
She bowed respectfully.
Xu Bohan looked at her obedient appearance and frowned. He reached out and pulled her up without leaving a trace, “My girlfriend, An Lan.”
Song Ruixue adjusted his glasses and glanced at Xu Bohan, chuckled, “I didn’t hear about it this morning. I only said that it’s someone you like.”
“Yes, we officially established our relationship in the afternoon.” Xu Bohan held An Lan’s hand and sat down.
An Lan was a little embarrassed. Song Ruixue wouldn’t have misunderstood that she had been moved to agree to his request for a lawsuit, right? Although it partially weighed in a bit, it was mainly because of Xu Bohan himself.
Song Ruixue pursed his lips, muttering to himself that this kid was really quick to act. “Other than being one-track-minded, this kid isn’t bad. He even said that for your lawsuit, he owed me a favor that I owed him for ten years.”
An Lan was stunned. Who in the industry didn’t want Song Ruixue to owe him a favor? It was worth hundreds of millions, yet he had casually used it up for her.
“Bohan, actually, there’s no need…”
