Top-tier Unruly Master

The nouveau riche man watched Ding Fan and Qin Manshu's retreating figures, covering his face with a look of frustration.

"Young Master Jin, what exactly is going on, are those two really that impressive?"

Young Master Jin, looking as if he were staring at a fool, responded to the nouveau riche man. "Have you ever heard of the Qin family from Dancheng?"

The Qin family?!

Upon hearing this name, the nouveau riche man involuntarily shuddered. The Qin family of Dancheng, one of the Four Great Families of Huaxia, was almost a household name in Dancheng.

Remembering how Young Master Jin had acted respectfully in front of them, even someone as foolish as the nouveau riche man could guess their identity.

"Young Master Jin, are they from the Qin family?"

At this point, Young Master Jin didn't even bother to answer the nouveau riche man anymore. "From now on, you and I are strangers. You're on your own."

With that, Young Master Jin left, taking his subordinates with him.

The nouveau riche man understood the implication of what Young Master Jin had said, that he had offended someone from the Qin family, and Young Master Jin was wary of getting too close to him, lest he get involved as well...

However, right now, the nouveau riche man wasn't concerned about that; he was overwhelmed with a sense of relief.

The Qin family of Dancheng, they were not someone a mere nouveau riche could compare with. If he had known their identity, even if it scared him to death, he wouldn't have dared to mess with Ding Fan and the others.

…

Ding Fan took Qin Manshu to a café, simply to soothe her nerves. By then, Qin Manshu was no longer in serious trouble, but the mood had been spoiled by those fools earlier, so there was no point in staying any longer.

As a result, Ding Fan and Qin Manshu left the café.

"Brother Fan…"

Just as Ding Fan and Qin Manshu stepped out of the café, they heard the voice of Zhen Xiang, a flower seller, from behind.

Ding Fan turned to look at Zhen Xiang. "Is there something else?"

When asked by Ding Fan, Zhen Xiang's face turned red for a moment; indeed, it was somewhat awkward for a girl to chase after a guy on the street.

"I… I just wanted to say I'm sorry… and also to thank you…"

At this, Qin Manshu sized up the young beauty who had caught up with them.

She was only twenty-one or twenty-two, at the prime of her youth.

Zhen Xiang had a beauty that yielded to no one, her hair tied back in a ponytail adding a touch of sunshine to the attractive girl.

Such a beautiful girl, starting with an apology and then a thank you… clearly, she was out of her element.

Making such a pretty young girl feel out of her element, perhaps only Ding Fan was capable of that.

The charisma Ding Fan possessed could sometimes make even Qin Manshu feel enamored, not to mention a naive and beautiful girl like that.

"Brother Fan, I'm feeling much better now; I should head back," Qin Manshu naturally sensed that the pretty girl had something to discuss with Ding Fan, so she didn't want to be a third wheel any longer.

Ding Fan pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded.

The people who had attempted to assassinate Qin Manshu had already been eliminated by him; it was highly unlikely that another attempt would be made so soon. Hence, Qin Manshu was safe for now.

Qin Manshu then hailed a car and left.

Ding Fan turned back to look at Zhen Xiang. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Last time, you saved me from those thugs, and I misunderstood you. I am really sorry, it was all my fault," Zhen Xiang said, bowing respectfully to Ding Fan.

The last time, Ding Fan had noticed a few thugs taking Zhen Xiang to a garage and had intervened to save her, only to be kicked by Zhen Xiang, nearly disrupting his True Qi, although he later managed to stabilize it and even spit out a mouthful of blood.

Before leaving Dancheng, when Zhen Xiang caused a scene while repaying the money, she was filled with guilt, still misunderstanding Ding Fan, and if it hadn't been for the police showing her a video of that day, she would probably still be misunderstanding him.

Ding Fan wasn't particularly concerned about being misunderstood by Zhen Xiang.

At that time, being brought to the garage and seeing Ding Fan first upon opening her eyes, it was natural to have some misunderstandings.

"It's okay," Ding Fan now felt somewhat more favorably towards Zhen Xiang.

Although Zhen Xiang didn't say so, Ding Fan, clever as he was, understood that Zhen Xiang was displaying the Fragrant Mind-Consolidating Grass but not selling it because she wanted him to intervene personally so she could apologize to him face to face.

Beautiful girls often have some temperament, but Zhen Xiang was able to admit her mistakes and correct them, which was much better than those superficially beautiful women.

"Brother Fan, I know you like plants, and a few days ago, I happened to acquire a very rare plant. If you like it, I could bring it to you," Zhen Xiang earnestly suggested.

Ding Fan knew well what Zhen Xiang intended, she wanted to use those flowers and plants to express her feelings of guilt.

"There's no need to move them here, but if you find the time, may I visit the place where you grow your flowers?" Ding Fan asked.

Last time, Ding Fan had obtained Fragrant Mind-Consolidating Grass from Zhen Xiang, and this time, he was indeed interested in seeing if there were other Spirit Grass at Zhen Xiang's home. Moreover, Ding Fan also wanted to know where Zhen Xiang had gotten the Fragrant Mind-Consolidating Grass from.

"Really?"

When Zhen Xiang heard that Ding Fan wanted to visit her flower-growing area, she became very happy for a moment.

Ding Fan nodded his head, which served as an answer.

"But today is not possible; how about this, you give me your phone number, and whenever I'm free, I'll come to find you," Ding Fan said.

Zhen Xiang nodded her head. She then gave Ding Fan her address and phone number.

Zhen Xiang said it only once, and Ding Fan said he had already remembered. Concerned that Ding Fan might forget, Zhen Xiang couldn't help but remind him a couple more times.

In fact, a phone number is just eleven digits, and remembering such simple numbers was trivial for Ding Fan. Remembering the address of several characters was even less of an issue.

Zhen Xiang had originally wanted to get Ding Fan's phone number, but Ding Fan had excused himself by saying that his phone was usually unreachable and did not give Zhen Xiang his number.

The mobile phone Ding Fan had was given to him by Su Qinger; he had always kept it inside his storage ring, thus it indeed could not receive any signals.

After parting ways with Zhen Xiang, Ding Fan went home.

Ding Fan had been out for the better part of the day, and by this time, Zhou Ruoran had already gently awakened.

Zhou Ruoran's complexion wasn't very good, and Mei Li had been constantly by her side taking care of her.

Because Ding Fan had a gunshot wound, although the bullet had been removed, the wound had not yet healed. To keep Zhou Ruoran from worrying, he had made an excuse at night and slept in a separate room.

Then, Ding Fan treated his wound with herbs and afterwards sat cross-legged and practiced his breathing exercises.

It wasn't until noon the next day that Ding Fan finally opened his eyes. By then, the gunshot wound on his shoulder had scabbed over, and in another two or three days, he should be fully recovered.

By this time, Zhou Ruoran had just had lunch and had only just gone to sleep. Thanks to the Medicine Pills specially refined for Zhou Ruoran by Ding Fan, the Gu Insect inside her never acted up again.

With nothing else to do, Ding Fan called Zhen Xiang's number, for he really wanted to see if there were any treasures like the Fragrant Mind-Consolidating Grass at her flower-growing place.

Ding Fan immediately took a taxi following the address Zhen Xiang had given him.

Zhen Xiang's flower-growing place was located in the suburbs of Dancheng, a region of exceptional natural beauty, which was quite refreshing to behold.

Near the roadside, there was a greenhouse with "Zhen Xiang Floriculture" written on it with a brush.

Ding Fan couldn't help but admire Zhen Xiang for her choice of location; it indeed was a good place for planting flowers.

After getting out of the taxi, Ding Fan walked toward the greenhouse.

On one side of the greenhouse there was a small brick house which seemed to be where Zhen Xiang lived. Ding Fan walked to the front of the brick house and knocked on the door very politely.

"Fan... Brother Fan? How could it be you?" The door was naturally opened by Zhen Xiang.

When Zhen Xiang opened the door and saw Ding Fan outside, she was almost in disbelief. Yesterday, when she spoke of her address, Ding Fan had an indifferent expression, and Zhen Xiang thought that he was just humoring her, but she had not expected that Ding Fan would really come.

Thereupon, Zhen Xiang very courteously invited Ding Fan into the room.

The conditions inside the brick house were rather simple, with a plain bed, an old table with a computer on top, and on another side, cooking pots and pans.

"The room is a bit messy..." said Zhen Xiang, her face turning slightly red.

Ding Fan didn't mind at all.

At this moment, he had gained some respect for Zhen Xiang—a girl with such beautiful looks, willing to endure hardship here yet unwilling to trade her beauty for a better life, was indeed very rare in today's materialistic world.

"Sister Zhen Xiang, it's not good, those people have come again," At that moment, the door of the brick house was pushed open. A girl ran in with a panicked face.

The girl who entered was taken aback to see Ding Fan there, clearly, she hadn't expected to encounter a man here.

Zhen Xiang at this moment didn't pay attention to the girl's expression; her face had turned grave.

Just then, a noisy clatter of footsteps sounded from outside.

"Brother Fan, I'm really sorry, but I can't entertain you right now. Please wait for me inside," Zhen Xiang said apologetically to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan nodded his head.

Zhen Xiang then said to the girl who had just come in, "Let's go out and see..."