Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

Chapter 2275 - 650: Playing Chess with Anpei, Durian’s Revenge (Part 5)

"You’re too kind. Mr. Anpei, since you’re a guest, of course, I must treat you well," An Yiqing stood with her arms behind her back. Just then, Zhang Yufeng entered, carrying four amazingly large durians.

"Mr. Anpei, you’ve come all this way, I can’t let you leave empty-handed. This is my gift to you. It’s not expensive, but it’s my heartfelt intention. Please accept it with a smile, Mr. Anpei," An Yiqing grinned, looking like a little fox.

Anpei Lan’s mouth twitched violently as he stared at the four huge durians on the ground, his forehead lined with black streaks. Zhang Yufeng was straightforward and searched through the camp. Eventually, she was satisfied with a ridiculously thin plastic string to tie the durians tightly. If someone were to carry it out, the string would probably break into a hundred pieces after just a few steps, right?

"Miss An..."

"What? Mr. Anpei doesn’t appreciate my gesture?" Before Anpei Lan could finish, An Yiqing had already cut him off with a smile.

Anpei Lan’s head throbbed with pain. An Yiqing had made it so clear that if he didn’t accept it, it meant rejecting her ’precious intention’—an unforgivable crime.

He gave An Yiqing a deep look. For the first time, Anpei Lan, who was known for being courteous, couldn’t muster a smile.

"Thank you, Miss An. I’ll accept this generous gift. Lan will keep it in mind."

An Yiqing smiled with satisfaction. "Just a small gift, no need to take it to heart, Mr. Anpei. Xiao Feng, escort Mr. Anpei out, personally see him off."

"Yes." Zhang Yufeng struggled to hold back her laughter, turned to look at Anpei Lan, who was locked in a battle with the durians. "Mr. Anpei, after you."

Anpei Lan took a deep breath, suppressing his agitation, and gave An Yiqing a forced smile, then picked up the durians and followed Zhang Yufeng out of the camp.

Watching Anpei Lan’s back, An Yiqing chuckled as she walked to the camp’s edge and saw the pitifully thin string "snap," and the four durians thudded to the ground, landing right on Anpei Lan’s right foot.

Anpei Lan’s face turned green.

Zhang Yufeng stood aside, silently turning away, her shoulders shaking as she struggled to hold back laughter, her face flushed red.

Anpei Lan glanced at her, took a deep breath, and bent down to pick up the durians. But as soon as his hands touched them, he quickly recoiled.

"Why is this thing so hard?!"

Zhang Yufeng gave the nearly-breaking Anpei Lan a forlorn look. "Mr. Anpei, durians are always hard."

Anpei Lan had never personally bought a durian, nor did he ever eat them, so he didn’t understand. He glared with green-tinged face, wishing he could summon his Shi Shen to carry the things back.

"Mr. Anpei, your car has arrived. It’s parked in the square."

Anpei Lan’s face darkened. He almost swore. The square was at least two thousand meters from the Doufei Headquarters. Did she intend for him to carry these things all the way there?

He angrily fished out his phone, intending to call the driver. But his face darkened again — there was no signal! His phone had no signal!

Damn! Bastard! Such bad luck!

He took a deep breath and gingerly slipped his hand through two durians, grabbing the unbroken string, and bent over to drag the durians toward the camp’s gate. Zhang Yufeng watched leisurely, walking behind him as if she were taking a stroll.

After much effort, he finally reached the gate, but before he could catch his breath, that poor string snapped again with a "pop."

Damn!

Anpei Lan’s face turned completely black. He stared at the four durians for a long, long time before gritting his teeth and stretching out his hands to pry open the durians along their seams.

Then, under Zhang Yufeng’s strange gaze, he removed his suit jacket and with his bare hands scooped out all the durian flesh, piling it onto the jacket. A big bundle, ready to go!

"Tell your Miss that I’ve taken her gesture back with me. As a thank you, Lan will definitely prepare a grand gift for her in return. Please, ensure she accepts it with a smile!" Anpei Lan spoke through clenched teeth, sharpening his imaginary blades.

Zhang Yufeng nodded lightly. "Okay, I will faithfully convey it. Mr. Anpei, take care on your journey. The weather’s hot, the durian won’t keep for long. Ahem, that smell..."

Saying this, Zhang Yufeng took small steps backward. The flesh of the four large durians, packed in the suit jacket, emitted a rather...

Anpei Lan’s face twisted, nearly driven to his breaking point by the smell from the suit jacket. He shot a cold glance at Zhang Yufeng, but without a word, he turned and left.

As he walked, he kept his arm outstretched, holding the tightly wrapped suit jacket far away from himself.