Chapter 53: Painful, Very Painful

Fu Lang opened the five boxes one by one.

The boxes, made from high-quality wood, contained jade pendants that were crystal clear and flawless. To have prepared the pendants and their elegant boxes in such a short time showed just how much effort Fu Lang had put into it.

“Xiao Bao?”

Fu Lang looked at Su Bao, who was sitting in the back seat, completely baffled.

Why wasn’t she reacting?

At least give your brother some acknowledgment!

Otherwise, this is just awkward!

But at that moment, Su Bao was busy twitching her little nose, sniffing the air intently.

She had caught a faint, refreshing scent—a cool, subtle fragrance that was incredibly pleasant.

More importantly, it had an inexplicable pull on her, making her swallow involuntarily. Whatever was hiding in the car smelled… delicious.

Su Bao crawled under the seat, sniffing around like a little mouse.

Fu Lang: “…”

Heartbroken. He had been so ready to present his “treasure.”

But Xiao Bao ignored him completely, scurrying around like a curious rodent, searching for something unknown!

Following the scent, Su Bao’s gaze zeroed in.

Using her petite frame to her advantage, she squeezed through the middle of the back seats and climbed into the front.

Whatever she was smelling, it had to be up front.

Her eyes landed between Fu Lang’s spread legs, and Fu Lang instantly tensed, instinctively wanting to close them…

Damn it, even though Xiao Bao’s eyes were clearly looking down, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed!

What the hell? Since when did he have such a sense of decency?!

Fu Lang fell into a spiral of self-doubt, questioning his own morality.

While Fu Lang was still lost in his thoughts, Su Bao turned her attention to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan, sitting in the front passenger seat, frowned and asked, “What are you looking for?”

Before he could get an answer, Su Bao had already flopped onto his lap, reaching under the passenger seat for a small plastic bag…

Whatever she was smelling had to be in there!

Feeling the soft weight of Su Bao’s body against his legs, Mo Yan almost had a reflexive reaction to grab her and toss her out of the car!

But he held back, forcing himself to endure the warmth pressing against his lap.

Mo Yan’s entire body stiffened as he instinctively straightened his posture. His hands clenched into loose fists on either side of his legs, and he discreetly took a deep breath.

Years of military training had given Mo Yan a bronze complexion, making it hard to detect any changes in his expression. Even now, with a faint flush creeping up his face, it was barely noticeable.

He felt… uncomfortable.

Mo Yan had the urge to shift slightly but restrained himself.

Su Bao finally grabbed the plastic bag and quickly yanked it out from between Mo Yan’s legs. Without hesitation, she turned and crawled back into the back seat, eager to inspect its contents.

Her haste, however, led to some unintended collateral damage.

The bag she pulled was ridiculously heavy, and as she yanked it up, it accidentally struck the most sensitive area between Mo Yan’s legs.

A muffled grunt escaped him.

He wanted to reach down and clutch the injured area.

But with a young girl present, Mo Yan decided it was best not to move recklessly.

Instead, he clenched his fists tightly on his thighs, his entire body tense.

It hurt.

It hurt so much he couldn’t even put it into words.

Fu Lang, who hadn’t seen what happened because Su Bao had blocked his view, only noticed Mo Yan’s twisted, pained expression. Curious, he asked, “What’s wrong? Are you practicing some kind of legendary inner strength technique?”

Mo Yan gritted his teeth. “…Shut up!”