Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1738 - 824: The Happiest Thing_2

Unexpectedly, at this moment, he saw his wife protect him like a mother bird protecting her chicks, yelling at that middle-aged man.

This scene instantly reminded him of the trouble brought by the Si Family’s Brothers not long after he established his cattle farm. Back then, Xu Xiaoyan also ran over crying, just like now, protecting him behind her.

However, at that time, she lacked the confidence she had now, her whole body was trembling. Yan Fei knew that it was certainly anger, but more so fear—fear of the infamous Si Family’s Brothers, and fear of him getting into trouble.

Years ago, the Si Family’s Brothers were renowned in the town, even those who paid no attention to town matters knew them. Back then, this girl shouted at them, screaming, "If you have guts, come at me, come at me..."

Thinking of her dirty clothes and face smeared with mud and tears, Yan Fei’s hostility suddenly turned into a warm tenderness.

He reached out to pull his wife’s hand, "Alright, alright, why bother with such people? Let’s leave, let’s go for another round..."

"Humph!" Xu Xiaoyan didn’t know what had happened, she looked at the speechless, pale-faced middle-aged man, shook her head triumphantly like a victorious general, and followed Yan Fei away. freewebnoveℓ.com

After walking a few steps, she angrily said, "Humph, I hate those people who point fingers everywhere, as if they were something impressive, without teaching him a lesson, he wouldn’t know his worth."

"Yes, yes, you’re amazing, you’re amazing." Yan Fei happily held his wife’s hand and continued walking.

"I really am amazing." The silly girl felt proud and then embarrassed. "Was I too fierce just now? Did I look a bit like a nouveau riche?"

"No, I like it." Yan Fei pulled the girl closer to him. "Look, they were at a loss for words!"

They were at fault, but not necessarily speechless. Yet at that moment, they really couldn’t speak.

Because it wasn’t until these two had walked for a while that those who had been nearby realized. Actually, not everyone planned to speak for the middle-aged man, but Yan Fei really didn’t bother to distinguish.

According to psychologists’ research, Yan Fei had a slightly autistic and twisted personality since childhood, and Blacksmith Yan wasn’t an educator, he couldn’t learn how to guide the young Yan Fei like a child psychologist.

What Blacksmith Yan could do back then was to ensure that Yan Fei’s secret wasn’t exposed, and as for other things, they really didn’t matter—because he was just an ordinary town blacksmith, safeguarding Yan Fei’s secret already consumed all his energy, worrying day and night, until he collapsed in the smithy.

Therefore, surely Yan Fei had psychological issues since childhood, having experienced things others never did, and things he still can’t openly talk about. This personality that developed as a result still occasionally shows itself, despite his efforts to change for his wife.

Actually, you could see from his actions, whether in Sancha River or the Provincial City, even including his trip to America. As long as there were familiar people around, he was a teenage genius of wealth; when Xu Xiaoyan was present, he was just a teenage boy...

Yet when nighttime fell, when he was alone, he was utterly unrestrained, occasionally masking his feelings depending on his mood, or out of a mischievous mindset.

So when he occasionally harbored violent thoughts, expecting him to care about others besides those closest to him was really unlikely.

Now, the people over there were already in turmoil, thankfully none of them had heart conditions, or the situation would have escalated.

Even so, everyone appeared still frightened. They vaguely recalled the feeling of that instant, yet for most people, such a feeling was unfamiliar, left them clueless.

Some even thought it was an illusion, wondering if they had some health issue.

Immediately, someone planned to leave hurriedly to get a thorough check-up. As for the middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit, he clutched his chest, rushing out.

When they reached Qianqing Gate, someone saw that man and woman.

The two were sitting on a bench in the palace’s corridor, the winter sun shining on them, the girl leaning her head on the boy’s shoulder, smiling and holding a bag of unknown snacks, eating and laughing.

Next to them was the splendid yet ancient palace hall, with a wide square in front, two fashionably dressed modern young people sitting in this corner, yet this scene unexpectedly felt harmonious, making it hard to disrupt...

Yan Fei felt great, and so did Xu Xiaoyan.

They both believed, maybe years from now, they would still remember this moment.

Across the square, an elderly couple was walking arm in arm, the sunlight cast a gloss over their white hair.

Xu Xiaoyan watched them and quietly asked, "Yan Xiaofei, do you think when we’re old, we’ll be like them..."

"Hard to say!" Yan Fei replied with a bit of melancholy.

The girl immediately emerged from the poetic mood, glared at this buzzkill guy, though she suppressed her anger to ask, "Why hard to say?"

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