CIATB Chapter 122 There were also "socialites" in 2014.
Chapter 122 There were also "socialites" in 2014.
Ye Fan looked into her eyes, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Don't worry. As long as you behave yourself and don't want to leave, there will always be a place for you here."
His tone was calm, yet carried a strange, comforting power: "Of course, I'll give you your freedom too. If one day you feel bored or want to leave, you can just tell me. I'll give you a generous compensation, and we can part amicably. I mean what I say."
Xu Yunshu was stunned.
She hadn't expected him to be so candid, or to explain the rules so clearly.
"A man's words are like a lying devil..."
She muttered under her breath, a hint of disbelief in her voice: "Once they get tired of it and the novelty wears off, won't they just kick it aside and find something new?"
Ye Fan's expression remained calm and composed, but his eyes were unusually serious: "I mean what I say. I make this promise to everyone. I never force anyone to stay. Those who are willing to stay, I will treat well. What I'm saying to you today also applies."
His gaze was open and honest, as if he were stating a perfectly natural truth.
Xu Yunshu stared at him blankly; his handsome profile was exceptionally clear in the midday light.
This almost cold honesty strangely calmed the surging grievances and unease in her heart.
She suddenly realized that perhaps being a canary, with clearly defined rules and kept in a glamorous cage, wasn't entirely unacceptable.
After all, who can say for sure who is the "Empress" in this vast kingdom of men? Perhaps everyone is a "Concubine"? This thought strangely balanced her heart a little.
A mist welled up in her eyes, but a genuine, touched smile bloomed on her face: "Thank you, Ye Fan... Meeting you is probably the greatest luck of my life."
She paused, lowering her voice even further, with a hint of cautious probing and intimacy: "Then... can I call you 'husband' when it's just the two of us?"
Ye Fan looked into her eyes, and after a few seconds, the corners of his lips slightly turned up, and he uttered a single word: "Okay."
Xu Yunshu's eyes lit up instantly, her joy almost overflowing.
She called out quickly, with boundless tenderness and affection, "Husband~"
"Hmm?" Ye Fan responded, his voice rising slightly at the end.
"I love you."
She spoke almost spontaneously, her voice as light as a feather, yet brimming with all the emotions she could muster at that moment.
Ye Fan did not respond to the word "love," but simply smiled faintly and gestured for her to go inside.
Xu Yunshu didn't linger. Carrying her spoils, she walked briskly into the magnificent lobby of Hanbi Building.
As he watched her figure disappear, Ye Fan's smile faded.
He started the Ferrari and drove towards the All Seasons Hotel where Chen Wanyu was staying.
......
A dozen minutes later.
The Ferrari came to a smooth stop in the rather cramped street parking space of the Ji Hotel. Its streamlined body and eye-catching color instantly attracted the attention of countless passersby.
Ye Fan did not get out of the car immediately. He simply rolled down the window halfway, leaned back in his seat, and casually glanced at the street scene, patiently waiting.
Just as Ye Fan was idly scrolling through his phone, a young woman wearing a tight-fitting bodycon dress and sky-high heels swayed gracefully as she walked over.
Her goal was very clear: the Ferrari that shone bright red in the sunlight, and its young and handsome owner.
She first stopped a few steps away from the car in a pretentious manner, took out her phone and took a few selfies of herself and the front of the Ferrari, making sure the camera angles were precise enough to capture the car logo and license plate.
After taking a few photos, seemingly dissatisfied, she swayed her hips and walked straight to the driver's seat.
The woman leaned forward slightly, deliberately pulling her already low-cut dress down even further, revealing a carefully crafted, alluring curve.
Her face broke into the sweetest, most charming smile she had practiced countless times in front of the mirror, and her voice was both sweet and soft: "Little brother~ are you here alone?"
Her gaze, seemingly casual, actually swept over Ye Fan's entire body as quickly as a scanner.
She had noticed the brand-new Ferrari earlier; the paint was gleaming, and the license plate was new, so it didn't seem like a rental car.
More importantly, her gaze landed precisely on Ye Fan's wrist, which was casually resting on the lowered car window.
That watch! The deep black dial, the intricate chronograph bezel, and the understated yet cool platinum case... As someone who frequents the "socialite circle," recognizing luxury goods is an essential skill for her.
She had seen this Patek Philippe in a magazine before; its price was definitely more astonishing than this Ferrari!
This discovery made her heart race, and her excitement was almost overflowing—the man in front of her was definitely a real, young, and wealthy "big fish"!
Ye Fan's lips curled into a subtle, amused smile. He took in all of the other person's supposedly discreet little movements and the sudden gleam in their eyes.
He had seen this kind of tactic many times in his previous life.
The so-called "socialite" is nothing more than a carefully packaged illusion.
They have their own circles, splitting the bill to rent five-star hotel suites and taking turns taking photos and checking in on social media, all to create a persona of wealth and luxury that doesn't belong to them.
This term may not have been widely ridiculed in 2014, but the behavioral patterns were already identical.
In response to her advances, Ye Fan simply asked indifferently, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger: "Not a person, or perhaps half a person?"
The woman, as if encouraged, immediately covered her mouth and let out a series of affected giggles: "Hehehe~ Little brother, you're so funny!"
She leaned closer, her perfume wafting over her: "Look, what a coincidence, I'm alone too."
She blinked her eyes, which were covered in thick false eyelashes, and her voice grew even sweeter: "There's a really nice afternoon tea place nearby, the atmosphere is amazing, perfect for chatting. Want to go sit down and sit for a bit? Let's become friends~"
Ye Fan didn't even lift his eyelids, and directly refused: "Next time."
The woman wasn't about to give up on this "big fish" so easily, and immediately threw out a new bait: "Oh, no problem! How about we add each other on WeChat? Next time I go out with my girlfriends, I can invite you along!"
She emphasized deliberately, her voice seductive: "My girlfriends are all stunning beauties with amazing figures and wonderful personalities! Maybe I can even introduce you to them and help you develop some kind of relationship?"
She was determined not to let go of this young, handsome, and wealthy target.
Ye Fan simply shook his head, too lazy to waste any more words.
He harbored disdain for these "socialites," finding them materialistic and vain, but as long as they didn't bother him, he didn't bother to comment.
Everyone has the right to choose their own lifestyle.
Just as he was getting a little impatient with the persistent flirting, the hotel revolving door dinged softly, and a fresh and beautiful figure walked out gracefully.
It was Chen Wanyu.
She spotted Ye Fan's car immediately, along with the alluring woman next to it who was practically pressed against him.
Chen Wanyu's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered and even quickened her pace, walking briskly to Ye Fan's side with a bright smile.
She didn't look at the woman who had approached her, but instead very naturally reached out and intimately linked her arm with Ye Fan's, leaning slightly towards him. Then, as if she had just noticed someone beside her, she looked up and asked Ye Fan, "Ye Fan, is this your friend?"
Ye Fan felt the strength and warmth from her arms, and shrugged slightly at the girl who had approached him, then looked down at Chen Wanyu, who was nestled against him like a little bird.
He didn't speak, but his eyes and posture conveyed the "relationship" perfectly; the main person had arrived.
The woman's smile froze on her face, her carefully crafted expression instantly crumbling, leaving only embarrassment and a barely perceptible hint of annoyance.
She struggled to maintain her last shred of dignity, her lips twitching as she managed to squeeze out, "Then let's talk again next time."
Her voice was hoarse, and after speaking, she turned around quickly like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and walked away quickly in her high heels, her back view showing her disheveled state.
Ye Fan didn't even look at her again, his tone returning to its gentle tone: "Get in the car."