Chapter 78: Not Quite Clean

“Mmm~” Fan Bing let out a soft moan in her half-awake state, her body swaying ever so slightly, pressing her chest even closer to Zeng Xiaofan. Zeng Xiaofan swallowed hard, his hands momentarily at a loss as to where they should go.

Yet even in her sleep, Fan Bing seemed to sense Zeng Xiaofan’s thoughts. She murmured as she stretched lazily, then took his hand and placed it around her waist.

Zeng Xiaofan’s breath hitched once more!

He was acutely aware that Fan Bing was clad in a form-fitting cheongsam, outlining that slender, supple waist with exquisite precision. Moreover, the silk of her dress was so smooth that his hand, left unsupported, would naturally slip downward.

Just as the car rolled over a slowing ramp, his hand slid down along her waist, landing directly on the fullness of her rounded, shapely behind...

“Mmm~” Fan Bing’s drowsy voice quivered with another soft gasp.

Zeng Xiaofan’s face flushed scarlet. He hurriedly tried to withdraw his hand, but as soon as he did, Fan Bing, as if annoyed, caught his hand again.

This time, she didn’t guide his hand back to her waist, but instead pressed it tightly against her chest, hugging his sturdy arm as she drifted into a deep slumber. It was as if only by holding his strong arm could she find a sense of fulfillment and safety.

As Fan Bing wrapped herself around his arm, she let out a petulant huff and wriggled closer, murmuring in protest.

Now Zeng Xiaofan dared not move at all, nor did he dare to draw back his hand—after all, his hand was pressed tightly against her chest; any sudden movement would have looked suspicious.

He could only feign ignorance, staring up at the ceiling, his body stiff and his breath growing heavier by the minute.

The car entered the bustling streets of the county town, the cacophony outside growing louder, echoing the restlessness in Zeng Xiaofan’s heart.

Fan Bing, nestled in his arms, her lips slightly parted, breathed softly, carrying a sweet hint of alcohol. Zeng Xiaofan dared not look at her, for every glance sent his mind into turmoil.

He was seized by an urge to kiss her, to taste the sweetness of her lips and tongue...

Flustered, he turned his head resolutely to look out the window, taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart.

But just as he managed to regain a shred of composure, Fan Bing suddenly rolled over, her hand landing squarely in his lap!

“Ah!” Zeng Xiaofan gasped, unable to endure any longer. He immediately sat up straight and gently pushed her hand away.

“Bing... Sister Bing...” he stammered, “You... you’re drunk!”

Zeng Xiaofan swallowed hard as he spoke.

At that moment, Fan Bing opened her eyes, stretching languidly, her smooth underarm directly before his face.

That faint, intoxicating scent of a woman made Zeng Xiaofan’s heart flutter wildly...

“Ah, sorry... I must be tired...” she said with a bashful smile, covering her mouth as she sat upright. “I fell asleep all of a sudden...”

Zeng Xiaofan couldn’t quite tell whether she had truly been asleep or was simply feigning it. Since she said so, he could only play along.

“Yes... Sister Bing, you sleep so well... You lie down and simply drift off...”

Fan Bing smiled charmingly. “Of course. I even had a dream.”

“I dreamt that I was digging bamboo shoots on the mountain. Just as I was about to pull out the biggest one, you woke me up~”

“Honestly... I was so close to getting that thick bamboo shoot...”

Zeng Xiaofan nearly stumbled at her words, thinking to himself, If you’d managed to pull it out, I’d be done for...

Of course, all he could do was agree, “Blame me, then... Next time you go digging for bamboo shoots, I won’t interrupt you~”

“That’s right, you shouldn’t. That bamboo shoot was so thick...”

Zeng Xiaofan couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head.

Soon, the car drove into a small villa.

County Chief Chen Jianghe and his wife, Wang Yanfeng, knowing Fan Bing was coming, were already waiting at the door.

Although Fan Bing was a businesswoman and, under normal circumstances, her status would not surpass that of a county chief, her business ventures and influence were immense, her connections reaching the provincial capital. Her investments were directly tied to the county chief’s achievements.

Thus, in reality, even County Chief Chen Jianghe treated Fan Bing with great respect.

“Oh, Chief Chen, Madame! How could I let you greet me personally? I’m terribly embarrassed,” Fan Bing said as she stepped out, her face alight with a courteous smile, any trace of drunkenness completely vanished.

Only then did Zeng Xiaofan realize that her drowsy demeanor earlier was likely nothing more than an act...

Chief Chen Jianghe greeted her warmly. “Not at all, not at all... President Fan, your esteemed presence is an honor. If you’d told us earlier, I’d have waited outside all night.”

Fan Bing laughed, feigning a gentle reproach. “Chief Chen, you’re far too kind... Madame, are you feeling better? I’ve brought a little miracle doctor today to take a look at you. I guarantee a cure!”

With that, she took the elegant lady’s hand and turned to Zeng Xiaofan.

“There, that’s the little miracle doctor I told you about.”

At this, both Chen Jianghe and Wang Yanfeng were visibly taken aback. They clearly hadn’t expected the renowned ‘miracle doctor’ to be such a young man.

He looked no different from a fresh university graduate just starting at the office.

“This... this is the miracle doctor you so highly praised on the phone?” Chen Jianghe frowned slightly.

Fan Bing nodded. “Yes, he just treated Mayor Lin and his party.”

“Oh, I see...” Chen Jianghe forced a dry laugh, clearly only humoring Fan Bing. His demeanor betrayed his obvious disregard for Zeng Xiaofan.

In his eyes, while other professions might be more forgiving, medicine was a field requiring decades of experience. With this young man’s age and Fan Bing’s effusive praise, he must be some wealthy scion seeking prestige, or perhaps someone Fan Bing wished to promote for personal reasons...

Perhaps even her secret lover...

A man living off a woman...

With such thoughts, Chen Jianghe’s opinion of Zeng Xiaofan plummeted, and Wang Yanfeng, understanding her husband’s mind with just a glance, also looked at Zeng Xiaofan with disdain.

Zeng Xiaofan, oblivious to their thoughts, cast a brief glance at Wang Yanfeng and declared in a clear voice,

“Madame, there’s something unclean plaguing you.”