Chasing His Ex: The Tycoon's Hidden Twins

When Jiang Yixia saw Lu Fan collapse right on top of her, she immediately panicked.

She quickly asked, "Are you okay?"

But Lu Fan lay on her, motionless.

Eighteen years later, he was back in Jiang Yixia’s arms.

He had to admit, it was a familiar feeling.

Especially that soft cleavage.

A sweet and intoxicating moment.

Back in their rental apartment days, he had loved lying in Jiang Yixia’s arms.

That overwhelming sense of déja vu was incredibly comforting.

Only now did he finally get to experience it again.

It really hadn’t been easy.

Jiang Yixia saw that Lu Fan wasn’t reacting and couldn’t tell if he was faking it or had actually fainted.

With no other choice, she had to help Lu Fan into the house.

But this guy was surprisingly heavy.

Jiang Yixia couldn’t help but complain internally: ’This bastard isn’t even fat, so why is he so heavy...’

At this moment, Chen He and Jiali were watching from the side.

When Chen He saw Lu Fan get in so smoothly, he couldn’t help but sigh with admiration, "The boss really is amazing. A true master of picking up girls."

Jiali saw Lu Fan go inside and said to Chen He, "Alright, we don’t need to worry about what happens next. Let’s go back to our place."

"Go back?" Chen He asked Jiali. "Don’t we need to stand guard for the boss?"

"You can sleep on the floor in the other room. I’ll take the master bedroom," Jiali said calmly.

"Hey, why aren’t you sleeping on the floor while I take the master bedroom?" Chen He asked, puzzled.

Jiali replied, "Because I suggested it first."

With that, Jiali entered the house and walked straight to the master bedroom.

It couldn’t be helped. In their system’s hierarchy, Jiali’s rank was much higher than Chen He’s.

He could only sigh and make a bed on the living room floor.

As for Lu Fan, he remained in his "fainted" state all the way from the door to the living room.

And Jiang Yixia had finally managed to get him to the sofa.

Just as she was about to gently lay him down,

Lu Fan, that rogue, didn’t play fair. Using their momentum, he pulled Jiang Yixia down onto the sofa with him.

Jiang Yixia finally realized what happened. After breaking free from his grasp, she frowned and said, "Alright, stop pretending. I know you’re fine."

Only then did Lu Fan slowly open his eyes. He covered his nose with his hand and said, "But my nose is really bleeding."

Seeing that his nose was indeed bleeding, Jiang Yixia stopped caring whether he had been faking the faint and grabbed some tissues to stop the bleeding.

Then she went back to the kitchen, got a wet towel, and handed it to Lu Fan, saying, "Here, hurry up and put this on your nose."

"I don’t know how," Lu Fan said calmly.

"Like this!" Jiang Yixia said, exasperated. She had no choice but to step forward and apply it for him herself.

Lu Fan watched her take meticulous care of him and started to chuckle.

Jiang Yixia frowned. "What are you laughing at?"

"I’m not laughing at anything. I just feel really happy," Lu Fan said cheerfully.

"Happy my ass," Jiang Yixia retorted.

Lu Fan then teased, "I say, Ms. Jiang, you punched me hard enough to make my nose bleed. You have to take responsibility."

Jiang Yixia stammered, "Well... that’s because you popped out and scared me."

"When did I scare you? I was just saying hello," Lu Fan said, instantly turning shameless. "I don’t care. The point is, you hurt me, so you have to take responsibility."

Jiang Yixia knew he was being a rogue again, but there was nothing she could do. It seemed she really was the one at fault here.

What’s done is done, and she wouldn’t try to weasel her way out of it.

So, Jiang Yixia said with a sense of resignation, "Fine. What do you want?"

"How about I just rest here tonight?" Lu Fan suggested. "That way, you can take care of me."

"In your dreams! Don’t even think about it!" Jiang Yixia immediately pointed toward the door and said, "There is absolutely no way you’re sleeping here. Don’t you have your own home?"

"Didn’t you say you’d take responsibility? Well, I’ve made my request," Lu Fan said, lying down on the sofa like a total freeloader. "Anyway, I don’t care anymore. I’m sleeping here unless you physically throw me out."

"You! You’re just a shameless rogue!" Jiang Yixia was speechless. "You’re supposed to be a man of status and standing, for crying out loud."

"I don’t have any status. In front of you, I’m the same as I was back then—just a man who loves to whisper sweet nothings and thinks about you every day," Lu Fan said with a grin.

Hearing his cheesy pickup lines, Jiang Yixia sighed.

’Fine. If this guy wants to be a freeloader, there’s nothing I can do.’

’Besides, I really am the one at fault.’

But she still laid down the law with Lu Fan. "Your zone of activity is limited to this living room. If you dare to enter my room, I’ll fight you to the death."

"Okay."

Even though Jiang Yixia had warned him repeatedly, Lu Fan wasn’t the least bit flustered.

After all, men always have a few tricks up their sleeves.

For example: "Your hands are so small," "How are you so much paler than me?" "You smell so good," "You’re so cute," "I promise I won’t touch you," "I’ll just rub against you a little," and "I won’t cum inside."

Then, Lu Fan looked at Jiang Yixia and said, "Yixia, I want to eat your cooking. How about I help you? I’m a really good cook now."

"Don’t you come near me. Just stay put in the living room and don’t you dare move," Jiang Yixia said, shooting him a look before walking into the kitchen.

Lu Fan, for his part, was quite straightforward. Since his woman didn’t want him in the kitchen, he would wait with a clear conscience.

’She must feel bad for me and doesn’t want me handling a knife.’

’Yep, that has to be it.’

But in reality, Jiang Yixia was just afraid this guy would pull some other stunt.

Back in their rental apartment, he had gotten a sudden whim to learn how to cook from her.

In the end, it hadn’t been about learning to cook at all.