Chapter 395: Chapter 395: The Beauty-Conscious Big Boss
Tang Xiaonan waved casually. "Go on, I’ll just play here!"
Adrian Hawthorne looked over at her. Tang Xiaonan gave him a wide grin to show that she was really okay.
"I’ll be back to get Xiaonan this afternoon."
Adrian Hawthorne’s tone left no room for argument. He still didn’t trust this Crazy Master, but he couldn’t force the issue. This was the man’s territory.
The Crazy Master waved a hand dismissively without even looking at him. Adrian Hawthorne dragged Goldie Thorne and his nephew out. Goldie’s shouting could still be heard from outside, "What if he doesn’t give Xiaonan back?"
"Exactly! Xiaonan’s so cute, he’s definitely planning to hide her away and not give her back!" Jim Thorne chimed in.
The shouting faded into the distance until it was gone. They must have walked a ways off.
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll really hide you away?"
The Crazy Master’s voice came from above her. Tang Xiaonan shook her head. "I’m not scared. You’re not a bad person."
A soft chuckle followed. Everyone else in the courtyard stared at him in surprise. ’The boss has never laughed so happily before. Where did this chubby little girl come from?’
"Good people don’t have scars this ugly."
The Crazy Master put Tang Xiaonan on a nearby chair and pointed at the scar on his face.
Tang Xiaonan secretly rolled her eyes. ’It’s just a scar. Is it really something to be so hung up about?’
’This big shot is pretty petty. Or maybe he got dumped by a woman because of the scar?’
Tang Xiaonan thought the latter was more likely. ’He must have gotten his heart broken. That’s why he’s so obsessed with the scar on his face, to the point of being paranoid. He probably thinks anyone who even glances at him is mocking him.’
She looked straight at the Crazy Master’s face. ’After a while, the scar doesn’t seem so scary. And I can tell his features are quite distinguished—sharp brows, bright eyes, and a tall, straight posture. Without that scar, he’d probably be a handsome older man.’
"Not having a scar doesn’t make someone a good person, and having one doesn’t make them a bad person. I don’t think you’re a bad person," Tang Xiaonan answered sincerely.
The Crazy Master let out a booming laugh and pinched Tang Xiaonan’s cheeks a few times, not holding back at all. ’He’s probably never pinched a child’s cheeks before,’ she thought. ’He’s squeezing my face like it’s a rubber ball!’
Tang Xiaonan’s face was being squished out of shape. It hurt like crazy! She couldn’t take it anymore, so she worked up the courage to smack the big shot’s paw. "Ow."
Even the subordinate standing by couldn’t watch anymore. "Boss, go easy! A kid’s skin is delicate. You think you’re grabbing one of us with our thick hides?"
The Crazy Master pulled his hand back. Seeing the red mark on Tang Xiaonan’s face as she looked up at him pitifully, he gave an awkward laugh and quietly retracted his ’paw.’ He even tried to defend himself, "I barely used any force. This kid must be made of tofu."
Tang Xiaonan pouted. ’He could probably crush a watermelon with that grip, and he says he barely used any force. Hmph!’
She rubbed her face, which felt swollen. In fact, it was. The Crazy Master, feeling a little guilty, barked at his subordinate, "Go buy some snacks! Get that ice cream, and some Coke. I see Will’s kid likes that stuff."
Tang Xiaonan’s eyes lit up. ’They already have my precious comfort soda! I missed it so much! And I want ice cream, too. Big cities are the best; there’s so much more to eat than back in the village.’
Seeing the look on Tang Xiaonan’s face, the Crazy Master knew she wanted them. He felt immensely pleased with himself. ’See? Coaxing a kid isn’t so hard. All you need is snacks.’ His subordinate quickly returned with ice cream and a Coke.
The ice cream was a pale blue scoop. This brand would still be around decades later—Xiaonan remembered eating it on a business trip to Capria. But the flavor now was much purer, with a richer, milkier taste.
"Good, huh?" the Crazy Master asked.
"Delicious! Want some?"
Tang Xiaonan held the ice cream out to the Crazy Master. He glanced at it with disgust. ’As if I’d want to eat a little kid’s slobber.’
