Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1723 - 1712: Robbing Honor, Not Money

Alice pouted, "Ning Fan, you scared her.""No...no."

Mary, who had just disappeared, reappeared in front of the two.

After this experiment, Mary felt completely at ease.

"Thank you. Thank you both."

Faced with Mary's grateful thanks, Ning Fan sternly advised, "Even though we're not limiting your freedom, you must have self-restraint. It's better not to come out if there's nothing important, stay inside well."

"Know...know it."

Mary seemed extremely scared of Ning Fan and after stammering, retreated into the statue.

Noticing Alice's displeasure, Ning Fan shrugged, "Isn't this situation good now?"

Instead of trying to convince Mary, it's better to let her experience it herself.

"It's fine, but it feels kind of weird."

Alice shook her head and stopped thinking about the issue.

Feeling the magic power emerging from Alice, Ning Fan spoke up, "What are you doing?"

"Waking Bick up!"

Looking at Alice's innocent expression, Ning Fan said with a half-smile, "When this guy wakes up, how will you explain it?"

"That's right. So what should we do now?"

"Let's go back and talk about it."

"Oh!"

Ning Fan waved his hand, and True Qi lifted Bick back into the car.

By noon the next day, Bick finally woke up from his coma.

It's thanks to his decent physique; otherwise, a weaker person might have slept through another day.

After losing soul power, unless someone helps him recover it, he can only slowly nurture it back by himself.

Although Ning Fan had the means, he was too lazy to waste his precious soul power.

Bick slowly opened his eyes, and upon seeing Ning Fan, exclaimed with joy, "Boss, why are you here!"

Ning Fan sneered, "You're quite awake. You know I shouldn't be here."

"Sorry, boss."

Bick chuckled twice, then asked puzzledly, "Where is this place?"

"Car motel."

"How did I end up here? I was with that hot woman, wasn't I?"

"Why don't you tell me what happened yesterday?"

Although Ning Fan trusted Mary, his years of caution meant he wouldn't rely solely on her account.

After parting with Ning Fan and others last night, the restless Bick decided to taste some local flavor.

Then he met a woman who was large in every way. At that time, Bick still remembered Ning Fan's advice, but later for some reason, he confusedly went along with the woman.

Beyond that, Bick had no idea what had happened.

Recalling last night's events, the straightforward Bick realized something was off, "Boss, what's going on?"

"What's going on!"

Ning Fan sneered, "The police just caught a gang of robbers; they dress up as women and only rob people of their dignity, not their money."

"What!"

Bick's bull eyes widened even more than a bell, then he hurriedly reached for his crotch.

When he felt the wad of US Dollars there, Bick breathed a sigh of relief, "Luckily, the money is still here."

At that moment, Bick's expression tightened, and he trembled, "Boss, did you just say 'dress up as women'..."

Ning Fan laughed strangely, "Yeah. These guys are part of the circle."

"Only rob dignity, not money."

Bick, dazed and expressionless, repeated a phrase, and then heartbrokenly turned towards his backside, shouting in grief and anger, "Fuck you! I knew it was fake. What woman is that big? Shit! My backside, oh god..."

"Alright, stop babbling here. You brought this upon yourself."

Ning Fan waved his hand, "Rest up well first."

"No, boss. Let's leave now."

Brought up with overwhelming grief, Bick abruptly got up, then fell back, dizzy.

"We'll talk after you rest."

Walking out the door, hearing the wailing inside, Ning Fan touched his nose and murmured, "Am I being too cruel?"

"It's for his own good. Who told this guy to have women on his mind all the time?"

Ning Fan's earlier remarks were, of course, meant to mislead Bick.

This way, it not only explained last night's events but also taught Bick a lesson.

As for whether Bick can learn from it or develop psychological trauma, Ning Fan couldn't care less.

Upon entering Alice's room, Mary, who had been chatting with her, vanished in a puff of smoke.

Ning Fan couldn't help but complain, "Are you kidding me? Are you really that scared of me?"

Alice held her mouth as she laughed, "Your impression on Mary is too strong."

"Perhaps."

Ning Fan turned to say, "We might need to stay another night; Bick still needs some rest."

"Hmm."

Seeing Alice only nodding quietly, Ning Fan wisely bid farewell and left.

Alice, the brilliant, has always been lonely,

Among the Blood Clan, everyone treated her with respect, and at school, she had to conceal her identity.

Thus, she had no close friends at all.

While Ning Fan counted as one, he wasn't a girl, and Alice couldn't share girlish secrets with him.

Now meeting Mary, Alice felt like she found a good sister,

A ghost and a vampire; both being different, could naturally open their hearts.

"I really don't know where these women have so much to talk about."

Only until the following day's departure did Alice energetically come out of the room.

Alice sighed on the car, "Alas, it would be nice if Mary were here."

"Miss Alice, who is Mary?"

"Just drive your car, why so much nonsense?"

A word from Ning Fan scared Bick into withdrawing his neck.

Staring out the window, Ning Fan suddenly said, "Seems like we've met acquaintances?"

"Who?"

Ning Fan pointed to the RV ahead, "It's the Smiths we met earlier."

"It really is them."

Alice opened the window and waved her hand and shouted loudly, "Mr. Smith, I'm Alice..."

Whether they didn't hear, the black RV not only didn't stop but sped up, continually widening the distance.

Bick eagerly said, "Don't worry, I'll catch up right away."

"Catch what, just drive properly."

After scolding Bick, Ning Fan helplessly looked at Alice, the naive little girl.

This Smith couple deliberately hid their identity; even their names could be fake.

With Alice boldly calling out like this, if they responded, it'd be quite surprising.

Ning Fan puzzledly wondered, "Strange. If so, why did they invite us the other day?"

In the RV ahead, Mrs. Smith was angrily blaming, "Old fool, look at the trouble you've caused."

Mr. Smith smiled flatteringly, "Honey, it's nothing, just a little girl."

"Little girl! Fuck! If it weren't for you seeing this little girl being pretty, how would there be today's trouble."

Mrs. Smith took out a handgun, with displeasure written all over her face, "I'm going to kill her now."

"Honey, calm down. At your age, why get so worked up."

Mrs. Smith's eyes went cold, "Are you saying I'm old?"