Chapter 572 - 587: Delivering Breakfast
An Ning presented the most compelling evidence: a crystal-clear recording of the man’s inappropriate activities inside his car. His actions caused the car to roll and hit An Ning’s vehicle.
After watching the video, the traffic police announced on the spot that the man’s actions violated traffic laws and that he would be detained and fined.
Only then did the man panic, breaking down in tears and clinging to the officer’s leg.
"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault. Please, I’ll accept any punishment, just don’t tell my family. I’m begging you."
As he spoke, the man pulled a stack of cash from his wallet in a blatant attempt at a bribe, but he was immediately rejected.
"No! You can’t! Please, I’m begging you. My wife can’t find out about this, she just can’t. Give me a chance, please. I still love my wife, I can’t live without her. Please, give my family a chance. We have a child!"
The man was sobbing his heart out. Beside him, the mistress, who had been standing there awkwardly without a word, grew more and more furious as she listened. She marched up and kicked him hard in the crotch.
"Go to hell! You damn liar! You said you were going to marry me!"
"Hui’er, don’t be angry, I just—"
The man reflexively tried to coax the woman, caught in a dilemma between wanting to avoid responsibility and wanting to keep his mistress. Just then, a figure rushed over from behind.
"Brother-in-law!" The shout made the man jump. He hastily pushed the woman beside him away and yelled, "I don’t know her!"
Those three words sent a chill through the mistress’s heart.
"Bullshit! You don’t know me? Did you forget being all lovey-dovey with me yesterday? You said your wife was a battle-ax with zero charm, have you forgotten that?!"
"It’s fine. If you’ve forgotten, I’ll remind you. I have photos, and I’ll send them all to your wife!"
The woman clearly wasn’t going to let the man off easy. When he heard she had photos and was going to send them to his wife, the two of them started brawling right there on the street.
The man who had rushed over and called him "Brother-in-law" just sneered, dialed a number on the spot, and held the phone out so the person on the other end could hear everything.
The domestic drama was brought to an end by the traffic police for disrupting traffic, and everyone involved was taken away.
After the traffic accident was dealt with, An Ning saw the man’s wife at the traffic police station.
She was a very beautiful and elegant woman. Her figure was a little plump, but not at all in an unattractive way; on the contrary, it suited her overall aura perfectly.
The woman first walked over to An Ning, politely apologized, and took full responsibility for the compensation. An Ning said it was no big deal. She then watched as the woman walked up to the man and, without a word, swung her arm wide.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP!
After five slaps, the man didn’t dare make a sound.
The woman then turned domineeringly to the mistress, looked her up and down, and said, "I hope you two are truly in love. After all, he’s about to be flat broke."
The woman’s cool and decisive handling of the situation was so satisfying to watch that An Ning applauded silently in her heart.
Later, as she was outside taking off the damaged bumper and putting it in her trunk to get it fixed, the wife came out and gave An Ning a slight smile.
An Ning returned a faint smile and said, "You’re very decisive."
"There were no feelings left between us. It wasn’t about being decisive."
The woman walked over to An Ning, glanced at the bumper in her trunk, and said, "Bring your car in for repairs. It’s on me."
The woman handed her a business card with the address of an auto repair shop.
"Don’t worry, I own it."
The woman turned and left. An Ning couldn’t help but feel that she had the air of a boss lady about her.
After the interlude, An Ning checked the time and sighed internally. ’It’s like fate is trying to stop me from poaching the guy next door.’
Unwilling to give up, An Ning drove home and continued to formulate the next step of her plan.
「The next morning」
An Ning woke up extra early, bought soy milk and youtiao for breakfast, and went to Jiang Xia’s house to deliver a breakfast of love.
When she knocked, Jiang Xia opened the door with a serious case of bedhead, wearing a tank top and baggy shorts.
The moment he opened the door, he was still picking the sleep from his eyes. He groggily held out a hand and said, "Don’t come so early next time."
"Okay, I—"
Just as she said "Okay," Jiang Xia snapped fully awake, covered his face, and ran back inside, even shutting the door behind him.
A shriek echoed from inside the house. An Ning pushed the door open herself, walked into the yard, and waited.
When Jiang Xia emerged again, he was acting like a bashful newlywed, trying to bargain with An Ning. "Can you please delete the image of what you just saw from your brain?"
"That... might be a little difficult. You know I have to remember everything. What can I do if my memory is too good?"
An Ning looked innocent. Jiang Xia was speechless.
"Seriously, why are you here so early?"
Jiang Xia finally got to the point. An Ning held up the youtiao and savory tofu pudding in her hands and said, "Ta-da! I came to bring you breakfast! Are you happy? Are you surprised?"
’Not surprised, just terrified,’ Jiang Xia thought.
However, he managed to suppress his straight-laced instincts just enough to flash a huge smile and say, "Wow, this is great! How did you know this is just what I was craving?"
Jiang Xia enthusiastically set out bowls and chopsticks. An Ning was pleased that the second step of her plan was showing initial success.
After they had been eating for a while, there was another knock on the door.
"President Jiang—your Watermelon Frost is here!"
His assistant’s shout sent Jiang Xia scrambling to the door. He snatched the Watermelon Frost and spouted a clumsy lie, "You’re a little late. I’m already better."
The assistant had a confused look on his face. ’Didn’t he just message me last night asking for the medicine?’
"Jiang Xia, you have canker sores?"
An Ning came out from the yard. The moment the assistant saw her, he instantly understood.
"I must have remembered wrong. My apologies, President Jiang!"
After getting a nod of approval from Jiang Xia, the quick-thinking assistant finally left.
Jiang Xia set the Watermelon Frost aside and called for An Ning to continue eating.
An Ning looked at Jiang Xia suspiciously and ordered, "Open your mouth!"
"It’s really nothing— Fine, fine, I’ll open it, okay?"
Jiang Xia opened his mouth, and An Ning didn’t even need to get close to see.
His upper and lower gums were covered in large sores. They looked so bad that even drinking water would probably hurt.
"You’re in this state, and you’re still eating youtiao and savory tofu pudding? Aren’t you afraid the pain will kill you?!"
"Heh heh, it’s fine. You went to all the trouble of bringing me breakfast. I have to show my appreciation, right?"
Jiang Xia had meant it as a joke, but hearing it made An Ning suddenly feel like crying.
"Hey, hey, hey—what are you doing? Did I say something wrong? My bad, my bad, don’t cry, okay?"
Jiang Xia was genuinely panicking. He had never seen An Ning on the verge of tears before.
An Ning, who had been welling up, suddenly looked up.
"My tears ran away!"
At those words, Jiang Xia nearly fainted from laughing.
’Not being able to cry means her tears ran away! That’s An Ning for you.’
"Alright, alright. Tears just aren’t your thing. You two are better off apart."
An Ning’s tears turned to laughter. She told Jiang Xia to hurry up and apply his medicine while she polished off the rest of the youtiao and savory tofu pudding.
So much for bringing him breakfast. All that effort for nothing.