The very picture of a mature, captivating woman, the kind who could make a man feel like he was walking on air.
Dressed like that, it was impossible for her not to attract the attention of the local thugs.
The mature woman’s face was cold as she snapped, "What do you want? I'm warning you, do you have any idea who I am?"
But the thug wasn't intimidated in the slightest. "Heh heh, who are you? Which club you from? Let's hear it."
The woman shot back, "Club? You're the one who sells your body! Your whole family sells their bodies..."
The thug flicked open a butterfly knife in his hand.
He waved the blade in front of her face, scaring her into backing away. If that thing sliced her face, wouldn't she be disfigured?
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"What in the world do you want?"
"Believe it or not, I'll call for help!"
The thug was clearly not afraid of her threats. "Go on, call. Scream. For every scream, I'll put a new cut on your face. You just try me."
"Don't! Don't cut my face."
"I have money. I can give you money."
The woman put on a terrified act. The moment the thug let his guard down, she unleashed a vicious kick right between his legs.
Oof!
The thug’s legs clamped together.
Crushed! They were definitely crushed!
After landing the kick, the woman shoved him aside and bolted.
She was wearing high heels.
She couldn't run fast.
The thug's two cronies weren't cripples; there was no way they wouldn't catch up.
Soon, they had her in their grasp.
The lead thug was in excruciating pain. Clenching his legs together, he endured the agony and walked over, glaring at the woman. "Damn it, you fucking bitch! You dare kick me? You're dead today!"
With that, he swung his hand to slap her.
*Thwack!*
Before the slap could land, the thug was sent flying back several meters, landing heavily on the ground.
He had been kicked.
After sending the thug flying, Ye Fan didn't stop. He launched another kick. The crony holding the woman's left side didn't even have time to react.
He was kicked viciously in the groin.
His entire body flew more than a meter into the air. After landing, he clutched himself, curling up like a shrimp.
He howled, "Crushed! They're crushed!"
The remaining crony was dumbfounded. One kick, one guy down. Had this brat trained in martial arts?
A wise man knows when to retreat.
Seeing the situation was bad, he turned tail and ran.
Ye Fan didn't bother to chase him.
He began to carefully size up the mature woman.
The tight dress clung to her body, revealing a voluptuous, hourglass figure. She was undeniably sexy, especially with the black silk stockings that so many men found irresistible.
A potent aura of mature femininity washed over him.
She carried a faint scent of orchid.
It was actually quite pleasant, unlike some cheap perfumes that were nauseating.
Her skin was very well-maintained, fair and smooth.
It was hard to imagine this was a woman of forty.
A woman of her age had shed the unripeness of a young girl; she was a fully ripened peach.
Women like her were incredibly attractive to men.
She was the kind who appealed to men of all ages, from teenagers to those in their sixties and seventies.
Her nails were beautiful.
It was definitely a high-end manicure, and the sparkling trinkets embedded on them were either crystals or diamonds.
Except, the index and middle fingers of her right hand had no gems, no manicure at all.
They were trimmed exceptionally short.
Ye Fan understood. This woman's husband couldn't perform.
Otherwise, there was no reason for her to have cut the nails on those two fingers.
He could feel it.
Her needs were much stronger than other women's.
Usually, a woman would use one finger. She used two.
To sum it up in one sentence: this was a sexy, mature woman with exceptionally strong needs, but since she couldn't get satisfaction from her husband, she had to rely on herself for pleasure.
Women like this were the most likely to cheat.
Of course, whether she cheated or not had nothing to do with Ye Fan.
The woman was also sizing up Ye Fan.
Young, handsome! A solid build!
The fact that he could send a thug weighing over a hundred and fifty pounds flying so far with a single kick was proof of his strength.
"Auntie, are you alright?"
Ye Fan had just saved her, and the woman was feeling incredibly grateful, but that one word, "Auntie," shattered her composure.
*Do I look that old?*
"Thank you, little brother!"
"This big sister is fine."
Seeing that she was unharmed, Ye Fan had no intention of lingering.
Buying shrimp fry was more important.
He left.
Watching Ye Fan's departing figure, the woman felt a pang of disappointment.
*He's just leaving like that?*
*Don't I even have what it takes for you to want to get to know me?*
The woman was very confident in her own appeal. Every time she went to a nightclub, didn't men swarm over to hit on her?
Even walking down the street, men would often come up and ask for her WeChat.
"That brat... he's completely clueless."
The woman left and drove back to her company.
She arrived at the office.
Lately, Chen Meijiao had been fighting with her husband.
Although they weren't divorced, they were living separately.
The fuse that lit the conflict was that her husband could no longer perform.
Their sex life was disharmonious, and she was left unsatisfied.
Before, he could at least last a few minutes.
Now, he was lucky if he could last more than one.
At first, she endured it.
But gradually, as she aged, her needs grew stronger. In a state of constant dissatisfaction, it was easy for one's hormones to become imbalanced.
Her temper worsened, and the conflicts with her husband naturally became more and more severe.
Finally, the two had a complete falling out, and she simply moved out.
She lived in a three-bedroom apartment right above her company's office.
It was too hot, and she had broken out in a sweat earlier.
She needed a bath.
Soaking in the bathtub, Chen Meijiao's mind couldn't help but conjure up Ye Fan's image.
His handsome face.
The way he sent those thugs flying with a single kick... he must be so strong, right?
As she thought about it, her eyes unconsciously grew hazy...
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