Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 117 If this won't work, where will it work?

Ye Fan had just taken out his phone to hail a taxi.

At this time.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom with elegant lines and a composed presence silently glided to a stop in front of him.

A manager from Kaos Bar, dressed in a sharp suit, quickly got out of the car and respectfully opened the back door.

"Young Master Ye, good evening. Our boss, Mr. Qin, specifically instructed me before he left that you've been drinking tonight and shouldn't be driving, so he asked me to make sure he could take you home in his car. If you don't mind, I can drive your Ferrari back for you, what do you say?"

Ye Fan nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Qin Kun is indeed meticulous and thorough in his work.

Ye Fan didn't stand on ceremony and promptly tossed the Ferrari keys to his supervisor: "Then I'll have to trouble you."

"Mr. Ye, you're too kind. It's our honor."

The supervisor took the keys with both hands, a professional and sincere smile on his face, and stepped aside to guide them, "You just need to tell the driver the address."

Ye Fan responded and naturally took Chen Wanyu's hand, saying, "Let's go, I'll see you off first."

Chen Wanyu blushed slightly and obediently followed him into the spacious and comfortable back seat of the Phantom.

The car doors closed silently, shutting out the noise from the outside world.

The driver in the front seat turned around, his posture respectful: "Mr. Ye, may I ask where we should go first?"

"Let's go to the Ji Hotel first."

"Okay, I understand."

The driver responded and immediately pressed a button on the center console.

A dark privacy panel slowly rises, completely separating the front and rear rows of space and ensuring absolute privacy.

The driver then smoothly started the vehicle, and the Phantom merged into the traffic flow in the night like a ghost.

In the rearview mirror, the supervisor also got into the bright red Ferrari and followed steadily behind.

The carriage was completely silent.

Ye Fan leaned back in the soft leather chair, gazing at the dazzling city night view outside the window, lost in thought. His profile appeared somewhat profound in the reflection of the neon lights outside the window.

Chen Wanyu quietly observed his silent profile, hesitated for a moment, and then gently broke the silence: "Ye Fan, are you free tomorrow?"

"Um?"

Ye Fan turned his head, his eyes questioning.

Chen Wanyu raised her hand to tidy a strand of hair at her temple, her smile radiant with a hint of barely perceptible anticipation:

"Didn't you say you wanted me to show you around Nanjing? I'm flying out the day after tomorrow, and I have a day off tomorrow. I was thinking if you're free, how about we go to the Confucius Temple area together? There are a lot of interesting new shops there."

Her eyes sparkled, like a child sharing a secret.

Seeing her expectant look, Ye Fan smiled knowingly and said, "Sure, I'm free tomorrow."

"Then it's decided!"

Chen Wanyu happily agreed, and unconsciously moved closer, affectionately hugging Ye Fan's arm and gently shaking it.

Neither of them dared to break through the veil of mystery between them; an unspoken understanding flowed in the air.

She's just looking for a suitable excuse!

"Mr. Ye, we've arrived."

The driver's voice came from in front of the barrier.

A hint of reluctance flashed in Chen Wanyu's eyes as she released Ye Fan's arm and said softly, "Then I'll go upstairs first! See you tomorrow, thank you for bringing me back."

She reached out to pull the car door handle.

Ye Fan gently pressed down on the back of her hand, his gaze falling on her face with a playful smile: "Where's the sincerity? A verbal thank you isn't enough."

Chen Wanyu instantly understood Ye Fan's meaning. She pursed her lips, as if she had made up her mind, and quickly placed a gentle kiss on Ye Fan's cheek.

Just as she was about to back away.

Ye Fan then wrapped his arm around her waist and deepened the kiss.

His kiss was forceful and irresistible, with a hint of alcohol in it. Chen Wanyu felt her heart race suddenly, her mind went blank, and she instinctively closed her eyes, responding awkwardly and clumsily. The temperature inside the car seemed to rise instantly.

When Ye Fan's hand, burning hot, touched her back, Chen Wanyu suddenly woke up.

She hurriedly pressed her hands against Ye Fan's chest, breathing slightly heavily, her voice tinged with a mix of coquettishness and panic: "No...not here...it won't do!"

Ye Fan chuckled softly, looking at her blushing face and evasive eyes. He released his grip, his gaze still fixed on her: "Not here... then, where won't you go?"

His tone was clearly sarcastic.

Chen Wanyu lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, her voice barely audible, tinged with a hint of coquetry: "Tomorrow...we'll talk about it tomorrow..."

Her shy and timid appearance was especially endearing.

Ye Fan's Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly as he suppressed his surging emotions, released his grip, and regained his composure: "Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Hmm~"

Chen Wanyu felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She quickly straightened her crumpled clothes and slightly messy hair, took a deep breath, and then pushed open the car door.

As soon as I got out of the car, my legs felt weak, and the burning sensation on my face seemed to still be there.

She didn't dare look at the driver in the front seat, feeling that he could guess what had just happened. With her head down, like a frightened deer, she quickly ran into the hotel.

After seeing Chen Wanyu go inside, Ye Fan said to the driver, "Please drive to Hanbi Building."

"Okay, Mr. Ye."

The driver's voice remained calm and respectful, as if the long wait had never happened.

The vehicle started again and drove smoothly toward its destination.

About twenty minutes later.

The Phantom came to a steady stop in front of the magnificent entrance of the Lalu Hotel.

Ye Fan got out of the car, casually pulled out two thick wads of cash from his pocket, and neatly divided them into two portions. He handed one portion directly to the driver, who had already gotten out of the driver's seat and was waiting.

"Mr. Ye, this..." the driver quickly waved his hand.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Without waiting for a reply, Ye Fan stuffed the money into the driver's hand.

He then walked over to the manager who had just gotten out of the driver's seat of the Ferrari and handed him another copy: "Take this, thank you for your help tonight."

The supervisor, feeling extremely embarrassed, tried to decline: "Mr. Ye, you're too kind! You're the boss's honored guest, this is what we should do, we really can't accept it..."

Ye Fan's tone was calm yet carried an undeniable authority: "Take it. One thing at a time, this is my gesture."

Seeing his resolute attitude, the manager had no choice but to respectfully accept the gift with both hands, saying gratefully, "Thank you, Young Master Ye! Please feel free to look after me whenever you come to Kaos, and I'll definitely reserve the best seat for you!"

Ye Fan nodded: "Please thank Boss Qin for me, and thank him for the car."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the hotel's revolving door.

Just entered the gate.

Dressed in a well-fitting suit and with his hair neatly combed, Butler Li stepped forward, bowing slightly to Ye Fan with just the right amount of respect on his face and speaking in a calm and even voice: "Good evening, Mr. Ye. Your friend is already waiting for you upstairs."

There was no extra inquiry or surprise in his words, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary for Ye Fan to bring any guest back, and he was only focused on providing the most perfect service.

"I see."

Ye Fan nodded and walked calmly across the gleaming marble floor toward his private elevator.

The elevator doors slid open silently, and he stepped inside. The numbers began to rise slowly, taking him to the luxurious space on the top floor.