Chapter 248 I Don’t Dare to Take It Even If I Give It

An Yimo sat on the sofa for a short while, then got up and returned to the room she had stayed in last night.

She lay on the bed, caressing her proud body, thinking of how Ye Bufan had applied the medicine for her, and recalling her recent actions, her cheeks burned.

Although there was no one in the room, she was still uncontrollably shy.

This was the first time in her life she had exposed her body in front of a man.

Suddenly, a thought appeared in her mind: what if the other person had been a different man?

For example, the Zhao Dafu she had seen before, or another young rich man, and she still owed him a car—would she choose to repay with her body?

She quickly gave herself the answer: no, never.

Since she wouldn't for others, why could she for Ye Bufan? Could it be that she had already fallen in love with him?

This thought immediately filled her with fear; deep down, she subconsciously believed that she could never fall in love with Ye Bufan.

Firstly, this man was her best friend's boyfriend, and she didn't have many friends to begin with; after the arena incident a few days ago, she had already grown distant from Cao Xiaowan.

So she particularly valued her friendship with Qin Chuchu and didn't want to lose this best friend she had known for many years.

Secondly, ever since she watched that video, she had completely given her heart to the Piano Prince she had never met.

Although everything seemed illusory and foolish, that's exactly what she did.

For these two reasons, she absolutely could not fall in love with Ye Bufan.

No, she must distance herself from him in the future and stop thinking about him.

But people's thoughts are always very strange; the more she tried not to think about him, the more Ye Bufan's handsome smiling face appeared in her mind, lingering and impossible to shake off.

And so, she tossed and turned in bed for a long time, finally falling into a daze when dawn was almost breaking.

The next morning, Ye Bufan also made breakfast and then woke her up. Seeing her two dark circles, he asked in surprise, "What's wrong? You look so bad. Didn't you rest well last night?"

Thinking of her complicated feelings, An Yimo's cheeks flushed, and she whispered, "Just a little."

"I told you not to worry about the car. Hurry up and eat."

Ye Bufan thought she was worried about the Porsche and didn't think much of it.

After breakfast, the two of them went to the underground parking lot together.

Although she had just been there yesterday, An Yimo was still startled; compared to yesterday, today

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there were several more cars here.

Masarati, Lamborghini, and Ferrari—all kinds of luxury sports cars. She didn't know how rich Ye Bufan was, or how he managed to get so many luxury cars all at once.

"Pick one. Take whichever one you like."

Ye Bufan said with a smile.

An Yimo quickly waved her hand: "No, no, I already lost one of yours yesterday, I can't drive another."

"It's already this late; if you don't drive, you'll probably be late. Isn't it bad to be late on your second day as general manager?"

Ye Bufan still didn't let her choose. He reached for the Masarati car key and put it in her hand, "This one will do."

An Yimo waved her hand again and said, "This really won't do. If my mother and brother see it, they'll probably try to take it."

Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "Trust me, they won't take it. Even if you give the car to them, they won't want it."

An Yimo's expression changed, "Xiao Fan, did you find someone to teach them a lesson? Did they get hurt?"

Having witnessed Ye Bufan's strength in the past few days, she knew it would be easy for him to teach An Baoxu a lesson.

"Don't worry, it's not what you're thinking."

Ye Bufan reached out and patted her shoulder, "Hurry up, or you'll really be late."

"Alright then."

An Yimo nodded and drove away from the villa.

All the way, she was lost in thought, wondering how Ye Bufan had dealt with An Baoxu and Zeng Yurong.

She wanted to call and ask, but ultimately held back; if she called, it would surely cause her trouble.

She already owed Ye Bufan so much; she couldn't afford to owe him more.

When she arrived in front of Longteng Pharmaceutical, she saw An Baoxu and Zeng Yurong from afar.

Seeing that they were fine, her heart, which had been in her throat, relaxed.

At the same time, she was very confused. They had just driven away the Porsche; what were they doing here again?

This time, without waiting for An Baoxu to stop her car, she pulled over and stopped herself.

Seeing An Yimo driving another luxurious Masarati, An Baoxu couldn't describe the feeling in his heart; it was a mix of envy, jealousy, and hatred. But now, he dared not covet this car.

Just as Ye Bufan had said, even if she gave it to him, he wouldn't dare to take it. That Porsche from yesterday had already caused them a lot of trouble.

What if this car was also a fake plate or had other problems? It would be a disaster in his hands.

An Yimo said, "Mom, Xiao Xu, what are you doing here?"

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Zeng Yurong shouted, "How dare you say that? That broken car you gave us yesterday caused us so much trouble; we lost over ten thousand yuan.

No matter what, you must pay us back the money today, and give us extra compensation."

An Baoxu shouted, "That's right, if you don't give us the money today, we're not leaving."

"What do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about?"

An Yimo was completely confused. She looked around but didn't see any sign of the Porsche. She asked, "Where's the car? Where did you take that car? Did you sell it?"

"Sell my ass! The car was taken by someone else!" An Baoxu shouted rudely, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and give us the money."

Hearing them say that, An Yimo assumed the Porsche must have been sold.

Although An Baoxu didn't have the proper documents, he could still sell it at a low price, and then come to her to cause trouble.

With this thought, she didn't ask any more questions. She said, "I've already told you, I don't have any money right now. I'll have to wait until I get my salary this month."

"Who are you kidding? How can you not have money when you're driving such a nice car?"

An Baoxu said, snatching An Yimo's bag and taking out all the thousands of yuan inside, stuffing it into his pocket.

"Why so little?"

Saying that, he unwillingly got into the Masarati and rummaged through it.

Seeing him get into the car, An Yimo nervously said, "What are you doing?"

"Why are you yelling? I wouldn't even want a car like yours."

An Baoxu searched in the car for a long time but didn't find a single coin. He got out of the car angrily and shouted, "Hurry up and tell me, where did you hide the money?"

An Yimo said, "I told you, I really don't have any money."

"No money, huh? Then we'll follow you all the time and see how you go to work."

Zeng Yurong and An Baoxu, determined to get the money, resorted to being completely shameless, following closely beside her, one on each side.

An Yimo said in annoyance, "Mom, can you two please stop making a scene? How am I supposed to work like this?"

Zeng Yurong said, "I don't care about that. If you want to go to work, give us the money, otherwise, we'll keep bothering you."

At this moment, the security guard at the entrance saw the commotion and, thinking An Yimo was in trouble, ran over and asked, "President An, do you need our help?"

An Yimo threw the car keys to him and said, "Park the car in the parking lot for me."

After saying that, she walked into the company, with An Baoxu and Zeng Yurong following closely beside her.