Young Master Zhan Spoils His Wife Without Restraint

"You!"

"Didn't you hear me? Get lost!"

"Did something happen?" Zhan Minglong asked slowly.

"No. Thank you, uncle."

"Mm! Wait, uncle? Take a good look at me and tell me if I look like an uncle." Zhan Minglong stared at her with his deep eyes, sounding a little annoyed.

"How do you not? You're so tall and built, and you're driving a car like this. Only an uncle could afford one." Ye Han wiped her impossibly smooth face with a handkerchief. Even now, she hadn't recognized him, so it was no wonder she hadn't before. Zhan Minglong stared speechlessly at the woman crouched by the roadside. "Ye Han, lift that big head of yours and see if I look like an uncle."

At that, Ye Han looked up. "How do you know..." My name. She stopped halfway through, stared at the person before her, and froze. 'Zhan Minglong? It's him. Why did he help me?' she wondered. She glanced at the license plate and thought it over.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.