Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 113 "The Little Tyrant of Jinling?"

Looking at her expression, Leng Jinyan knew that her words had been too harsh, but the die was cast and she had no choice but to act.

She lowered her voice, but it sounded even more earnest:

"Don't treat Ye Fan like one of those naive kids in school who fawn over you. He's a top-tier tycoon, far more shrewd and calculating than you or I. Acting childish or coy in front of him will only make him think you're immature and ridiculous, and he'll completely lose interest. What does he want? He wants a sensible, obedient woman who can make him happy and relaxed, not a little princess he has to expend energy to coax!"

Seeing the shift in Chen Wanyu's gaze, Leng Jinyan finally sighed and patted the back of her hand:

"Wanyu, your beauty is your greatest weapon and your only advantage right now. Don't waste it on pointless affectation and spite. The opportunity is right in front of you; whether you seize it or not is entirely up to you. Think it over carefully. Don't let a moment of willfulness cause you to miss an opportunity you may never encounter again in your life. By then, it will be too late to regret it."

Chen Wanyu remained silent for a long time, as if the noisy music in the bar had become background noise.

finally.

She nodded heavily, her voice a little hoarse:

"Jinyan...I understand. Thank you."

Although these words were cold and harsh, and so realistic they were suffocating, she understood that Leng Jinyan genuinely cared for her and hoped that she wouldn't indulge in her illusory princess dream, but could seize this fleeting opportunity and live a completely different life.

now.

The atmosphere at booth 009 was reaching its peak.

Brilliant lights swept across excited faces, while deafening drumbeats pounded on hearts.

Ye Fan was surrounded by enthusiastic flight attendants who smiled sweetly, vying to offer him a toast, their bodies intentionally or unintentionally pressing close, their soft, fragrant bodies creating an infinitely alluring scene.

Ye Fan picked up a glass of amber-colored liquid, took a small sip, and tasted the spicy flavor with a sweet aftertaste.

Looking at this "spectacle" before him, he suddenly understood why those young millionaires loved bars.

Ye Fan picked up his glass and took a sip. At that moment, he understood why rich people liked to come to bars.

It's not about the taste of the alcohol. The drinks in bars that cost thousands or tens of thousands of dollars may not taste as good as the craft beer from a small street-side bistro.

What attracts them is the immense satisfaction of being the center of attention, the pleasure of having their near-limitless desire for conquest easily filled by money and power.

The deafening music isolated people from external distractions and brought them closer together.

To have a conversation, you have to get close to someone's ear. Warm breaths and ambiguous whispers, combined with the catalysis of alcohol, can easily make people feel intoxicated and create an ambiguous atmosphere.

Extravagance and debauchery are what lead people to ruin.

.......

The atmosphere inside the booth was lively, with the aroma of wine and laughter mingling together.

Just then.

Wan Qingqing reappeared, carrying a bottle of top-quality red wine with an antique design and a prominent vintage on the label. She walked gracefully through the noisy crowd and came straight to Ye Fan.

He said to Ye Fan:

"Hello Mr. Ye, our boss specially instructed us to present you with this treasured bottle of Romanée-Conti 2005 as a token of our appreciation. He apologized for not being able to come in person, but said you are very welcome to visit Kaos anytime."

She gently placed the wine glass on the table with both hands, her movements delicate.

Ye Fan's gaze swept over the expensive bottle of red wine. Even though he wasn't an expert, the name of the top winery and the vintage were enough to indicate its importance, and he understood.

This Kaos boss, whom I've never met before, clearly wanted to use this opportunity to build a good relationship with him.

He didn't stand on ceremony, after all, he would be spending the next four years of university here.

He nodded calmly.

"I'll accept the red wine; please thank your boss for his kindness."

"Yes, Mr. Ye! I will certainly convey your message!"

Wan Qingqing's smile widened, and she bowed slightly.

"Then I won't disturb you and your friends any longer. Have a pleasant evening."

After saying that, she stepped into the crowd of people, her figure disappearing swiftly into the interplay of light and shadow, her high heels clicking away.

This scene made the flight attendants in the booths light up in amazement!

The boss personally delivered top-tier wine? Young Master Ye's "value" is skyrocketing at a visible rate!

Their gazes toward Ye Fan grew even more ardent, and they toasted him in sweet, coquettish voices, creating an even more enchanting atmosphere.

This scene was witnessed by people in the surrounding booths, who were so angry they gritted their teeth.

Why are all the women in his booth exceptionally beautiful, and why do they all lack that air of worldly prostitution?

They were all vying to throw themselves into his arms; it was simply outrageous.

I feel extremely unbalanced.

Then look at the women in my booth, not only are they all ugly and disfigured, but they're all...

On the other side, a man surnamed Niu at booth 003 also piqued my interest.

Niu Haochen.

A local rich second-generation chubby guy who spent over a million at Kaos bar and calls himself the "Little Tyrant of Nanjing".

He was used to being the center of attention wherever he went, enjoying the envious glances of others.

But tonight, the young man in booth 009 not only brought a group of extremely high-quality beauties, each one more outstanding than the so-called "top-tier" women he could usually hook up with, but now even the bar owner personally presented him with such a precious gift as a gesture of goodwill.

This dealt an unprecedented blow to his proud status and pride!

Jealousy instantly consumed his reason.

He squinted his small eyes and carefully examined Ye Fan: his clothes were ordinary, his wrists were empty, and he didn't even have a decent watch!

"Hmph, probably the son of some nouveau riche from some small town. He just has a little spare cash and comes to Nanjing to show off!" Niu Haochen made a vicious conclusion in his mind.

He picked up a glass of red wine, exuding an arrogant and roguish air, and swaggered his obese body into Ye Fan's booth.

He completely ignored Ye Fan's presence, his greasy gaze fixed directly on the elegant Leng Jinyan, forcing out what he thought was a charming smile, which in reality looked more like a lecherous man:

"Hey beautiful! Drinking alone is so boring! I'm in booth 003, it's spacious there and they have lots of drinks. Want to come over and have some fun? I promise you'll have a good time!"

He reached out his chubby hand, seemingly wanting to grab Leng Jinyan's arm.

Leng Jinyan frowned slightly, subtly leaning back to avoid his touch. Her voice was cold, even carrying a hint of disgust:

"No, please go back."

"Not going?"

Niu Haochen's smile froze instantly, then turned so gloomy it could drip water:

"Are you sure? Do you know who I am?"

He raised his voice, trying to intimidate people with his status.

I was just about to continue speaking.

Ye Fan, who had been lounging lazily on the sofa, sat up slightly. He raised an eyebrow, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable chill:

"This is my booth. If they don't want to leave with you, what are you doing here? Don't you have any self-awareness? Do you have to be told?"

He paused, then uttered two words: "Idiot."

"Pfft!"

Xu Yunshu, who was standing to the side, couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

Ye Fan's merciless mockery, coupled with Niu Haochen's arrogant demeanor, was incredibly devastating.

The other flight attendants also covered their mouths and snickered, their eyes full of disdain.

"You dare laugh at me?"

Niu Haochen's anger was instantly ignited! Being scolded by Ye Fan was bad enough, but now even the woman next to him dared to mock him to his face?

This is an absolute disgrace!

He suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at Xu Yunshu, his gaze filled with a desire to devour her alive.

Since he first came to this bar, none of the many girls he's met have dared to laugh at his identity.

This Ye Fan, who appeared out of nowhere, not only mocked him, but even the girl next to him dared to laugh at him. That bitch dared to laugh at him?

Xu Yunshu was startled by his ferocious appearance and instinctively clung tightly to Ye Fan, her voice tinged with grievance and innocence:

"No! I really don't smile..."

She paused, blinking her big eyes:

"Unless you really can't help it."