SFS Chapter 463 I have always been your long-lost 'father'
Chapter 463 I have always been your long-lost 'father'
How could they not understand the subtext and unspoken rule of Ye Fan's rhetorical question?
Why? A cold voice echoed in Han Yiying's heart.
Why would anyone unconditionally and selflessly pour their invaluable resources into you and promote you to stardom?
Is she still naively fantasizing about having a sweet romance with him and then enjoying all these resources?
Han Yiying instantly extinguished that unrealistic romantic fantasy in her heart.
Such fairytale-like aspirations seem naive and laughable in the eyes of someone at Ye Fan's level. The rule of the real world has always been equivalent exchange.
Ye Fan's proposed path was clear and direct. If you think it through and sign with him as an artist, resources, image building, and career advancement will naturally follow.
This is a contract based on commercial value and mutual benefit, not an emotional gift.
Looking at the man before her, who was excessively young yet possessed a mind as deep as the sea, Han Yiying's last unrealistic fantasies vanished completely, replaced by a clear understanding and a resigned acceptance of fate.
Given his status and level, being able to connect with Ye Fan and obtain such a potentially life-changing opportunity was already incredibly lucky.
Want more? That's truly being out of touch with reality.
This clear understanding gradually calmed down the inner turmoil and affectation she felt.
The city lights outside the window were still dazzling, but the air inside the suite seemed to have frozen.
Ye Fan leisurely sipped his tea, waiting for their silent reply.
The silence of Han Yiying and Feng Timo is itself part of the answer.
......
Ye Fan spent a mutually beneficial, tacitly understood night with two popular female anchors.
As the first rays of sunlight streamed into the luxurious presidential suite through the gaps in the heavy curtains at dawn, Han Yiying and Feng Timo quietly got up and left, as if they had never been there.
Ye Fan woke up alone, washed up quickly, and then drove his understated Audi A7 back to his mansion in Jiangwan City.
I took a lazy nap until the sun was high in the sky.
The top-of-the-line supercars ordered yesterday at the auto show for over 100 million yuan have been delivered to Jiangwan City by a professional logistics team.
Miao Zi had already been notified and arrived ahead of time.
Dressed in a smart business suit, she methodically directed the delivery and inspection process, carefully checking each priceless vehicle and properly placing them in a dedicated garage.
The entire process was professional and efficient, much like handling valuable documents.
After finishing all that, Miao Zi returned to the duplex, put on an apron, and carefully prepared a sumptuous and delicious lunch in the spacious and bright kitchen.
The aroma of the food quickly filled the air.
After a good night's sleep, Ye Fan sat opposite Miao Zi and quietly enjoyed the warm, homely lunch.
After lunch, Miao Zi tidied up and drove to the company to deal with the backlog of work.
Ye Fan changed into a simple casual outfit, preparing to fulfill his other duty—to return to Nanjing University to teach.
Indeed, I've been skipping class for several days.
If I don't show up soon, my roommate Li Yifeng's phone calls will probably break my phone.
It was still that unassuming Audi A7, steadily driving into the Nanjing University campus.
Ye Fan parked his car in the most conspicuous spot downstairs from the dormitory building, and then leisurely walked to the teaching building.
As always, Xiao Ji was nowhere to be found in the classroom.
When Ye Fan habitually slipped into the classroom silently through the back door and sat down in the empty seat in the last row, Li Yifeng, who was dozing off, and Shi Kai, who was scrolling through his phone, both looked up at the same time, their faces instantly filled with astonishment as if they had seen a ghost!
Li Yifeng rubbed his eyes, then put on an extremely exaggerated expression, lowering his voice but unable to hide his teasing: "Holy crap! Old Ye?! Am I seeing things? Do you even remember which way our classroom door faces?"
Ye Fan remained unfazed, not even lifting an eyelid, and casually said, "Nonsense. I just didn't go back to my dorm to sleep, it's not like I went to save the world."
"I don't believe you for a second!" Li Yifeng rolled his eyes, leaned closer, and said excitedly with a hint of worship for someone looking at a god: "You really think we guys are offline? It's all over the internet! A mysterious young tycoon appeared at the Jinling Auto Show and spent hundreds of millions to buy top-of-the-line supercars! Even though the photos are blurred, I'd recognize your aura even if you were ashes!"
He slapped his thigh, his expression exaggerated to the extreme: "Hundreds of millions, brother! What does that even mean?! I really want to kneel down before you! Seriously, do you need another son? How about I adopt you as my godfather right now? Godfather, please accept my bow!"
Even the usually taciturn Shi Kai couldn't help but look at Ye Fan with a gaze filled with the shock of his worldview being refreshed: "Brother Fan... really, it's too... too exaggerated. I used to think that rich people were far away from us, but now I realize that the super-rich people in novels are right here in my dorm."
Ye Fan waved his hand dismissively, as if he were talking about something trivial: "Hey, just a bit of luck."
He then turned to Li Yifeng, who was still in "drama queen mode," raised an eyebrow, and smiled, "What are you still acknowledging? I've always been your long-lost 'father.' It's just that you, this unfilial son, have a touchingly low IQ and often ignore your father's teachings. Alas, what a misfortune for our family!"
Li Yifeng was speechless for a moment, then laughed and cursed, "Get lost! You haven't had enough of taking advantage, have you!"
The three of them joked and bantered, as if the luxury car worth hundreds of millions was just an exaggerated joke among classmates.
Ye Fan then turned to Xian Zuling, who was sitting next to him and had been quietly reading.
She was like a quiet little blade of grass, undisturbed even by the commotion.
Ye Fan's voice softened unconsciously: "Have you been eating properly and on time these past few days?"
Xian Zuling raised her head, her clear eyes looking at him, and said softly but earnestly, "Yes. I cook in the bamboo grove courtyard every day, just as you said. I eat it all myself since you're not back."
Towards the end, she seemed to realize she had eaten a bit too much; her cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head shyly.
Ye Fan naturally reached out and ruffled her hair, as if soothing a well-behaved little animal: "Yes, that's right, keep it up. Are the ingredients in the fridge almost gone?"
"Yes," Xian Zuling nodded, counting, "There are only a few eggs left, and all the vegetables and meat are gone."
"Okay," Ye Fan withdrew his hand, "I'll go to the supermarket after class. I'll have dinner at the Bamboo Grove Courtyard tonight."
"Hmm!" Xian Zuling's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his lips. Then he lowered his head again, immersing himself back in the world of the book.
The school bell rang. The professor began his lecture.
Ye Fan and Li Yifeng continued their silent chatter under the desk, exchanging ideas about games, gossip, and far-fetched fantasies.
As for what's on the podium? Hmm... what is that? It's not important.
The campus life of a super-rich person is all about doing whatever they want.