Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 348 - 348 344 Who Gets Lost

348: Chapter 344: Who Gets Lost?

348: Chapter 344: Who Gets Lost?

Long Aotian fell silent for a while.

He had only a little over ten million left, whereas Ye Fan had at least sixty million.

Given Ye Fan’s display of gambling prowess, he would certainly be crushed by Ye Fan’s wealth in no time.

Of course, it wasn’t to say he genuinely had no way to access more money.

He had come to Hua Hai City this time to invest on behalf of his family, with billions at his disposal.

However, the Long family maintained strict control over the family funds, and unauthorized use would result in immediate expulsion from the family, no matter whether the funds were replaced afterwards.

Therefore, he dared not touch those billions.

“I give up.”

As Long Aotian spoke, he stood up with regret and bone-deep resentment towards Ye Fan and left the gambling table, heading straight out of the Yonghui Club.

An Qiye and the other ten people silently trailed out in dejection.

With Long Aotian gone, Hu Jing could no longer contain her overwhelming joy.

She rushed forward and, before Ye Fan could react, she threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms around Ye Fan’s neck, and planted her hot and sexy little mouth on Ye Fan’s with fervor.

Ye Fan stood there, stunned, and let Hu Jing kiss him for half a minute.

After Hu Jing released him, Ye Fan came to his senses.

To avoid an awkward atmosphere, he jokingly asked in a relaxed manner, “Is this the reward you mentioned?”

“Giggle, what do you think?” Hu Jing replied coquettishly, her eyes emitting a flirtatious charm.

Ye Fan’s heart pounded uncontrollably, his gaze upon Hu Jing clearly inviting him to answer in the negative.

If even this wasn’t the reward, then the actual reward would be…

“Uh, it probably is.

Hahaha…” Ye Fan finally managed to resist temptation and said.

Women as astute as Hu Jing brought endless troubles once provoked.

He felt desire for Hu Jing but lacked the boldness to act on it.

Hearing his response, Hu Jing showed disappointment, but she immediately giggled coquettishly, her laughter trembling like blossoms in the wind, unrivaled in fox-like charm.

Just then, Zhao Shuaijiang approached with admiration and said to Ye Fan, “Ye Fan, congratulations.

I sincerely admit defeat tonight.

From now on, you’re my big bro!”

“Haha, I wouldn’t dare to accept that.

Tonight was just a stroke of good luck,” Ye Fan responded to Zhao Shuaijiang with a hearty laugh, taking the opportunity to distance himself from Hu Jing’s bewitching allure.

The owner of the Yonghui Club stepped forward with a smile and interjected, “Just luck, you say?

Actually, there were two or three rounds where you were clearly going to lose, but Long Aotian didn’t dare to follow through.

To be able to pressure Long Aotian, who had fifty million, with a ten million bet to the point where he was too apprehensive to continue and ultimately lost all his chips—that’s not just skill, it’s astonishing courage.”

As the owner of Yonghui Club, he was naturally well-versed in gambling, and being an observer provided clarity, so he knew exactly how Ye Fan had won.

“My name is Lu Shuangbai, and I would like to become friends with you,” said the owner of Yonghui Club, as he handed over a gold-embossed business card to Ye Fan with both hands.

Zhao Shuaijiang looked on enviously.

Although he had a not insignificant reputation among the second-generation officials and rich kids in Hua Hai City, most of it stemmed from his family’s influence.

Powerful individuals like the owner of Yonghui Club usually didn’t take Zhao Shuaijiang too seriously.

Ye Fan accepted Lu Shuangbai’s business card with a modest smile and said, “Mr.

Lu is too kind.

It’s an honor for me to make your acquaintance.”

He paused for a moment before adding, “Ah, I’ll take your card, but I don’t have one to give you in return, because as a regular white-collar worker, I don’t usually need to conduct external business, so I’ve never had one.”

Lu Shuangbai was taken aback, clearly disbelieving.

Zhao Shuaijiang spoke up for Ye Fan, “Mr.

Lu, what Ye Fan says is the truth.

Of course, he didn’t have a business card for me either when we first met.”

Lu Shuangbai was both shocked and puzzled, but he immediately laughed heartily and said, “Haha, then I should be even more eager to be your friend!”

What followed was Lu Shuangbai accompanying Ye Fan as he converted his chips into cash.

As he was cashing in his chips, Lu Shuangbai gave Ye Fan a membership gold card.

The gold card allowed for a 10% discount on chip purchases, and chips were cashed out at a rate of 9.5%, yielding a difference of 0.5%.

It was almost like giving away money to the gold cardholders.

Of course, the Yonghui Club’s gold cardholders were all influential and prominent figures, too dignified to stoop for such a minor advantage.

After deducting a commission, Ye Fan had given Hu Jing and Zhao Shuaijiang three million each and had still made forty million by the end of the night.

Having cashed in his chips and after Lu Shuangbai’s warm hospitality, Ye Fan, Hu Jing, and Zhao Shuaijiang played until eleven at night before leaving the Yonghui Club.

Taking the elevator down to the parking lot and walking up to his car, Zhao Shuaijiang said with a face full of shame, “Brother Ye, I had no idea you were so low-key.

Worth tens of millions, yet you drive an old Citroën that costs less than a hundred thousand.

It makes me embarrassed to drive my Cayenne.”

“Hehe, as for me, a car is just a means of transportation.

But it’s different for you, cars represent status.

They should not be confused,” Ye Fan said with a light smile.

With a giggle, Hu Jing asked, “What about me then?”

“Haha, a beauty and a luxury car complement each other perfectly, of course you can’t drive something too shabby,” Ye Fan laughed.

…

…

Ye Fan returned to the Dingsheng International Hotel, to find Wei Ziling waiting pitifully outside the presidential suite, her luggage beside her.

Turned out, Wei Ziling didn’t have a room card.

She had rushed home to grab her luggage and come over, but by that time, Ye Fan was no longer at the hotel.

Although she called Ye Fan, he was still playing at the Yonghui Club and obviously couldn’t rush back for her, so he told her to wait on the lobby’s comfortable sofas or to go shopping.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting,” Ye Fan said to Wei Ziling, “I’ll get you a room card from the service desk tomorrow morning.”

Wei Ziling forced a smile and said, “It’s alright, I just got back from shopping myself.”

Ye Fan helped Wei Ziling with her luggage as they entered the presidential suite.

Sitting down on the living room sofa, Wei Ziling asked, “Mr.

Ye, do you still want to drink the medicinal soup tonight?”

“It’s so late already, let’s skip it.

But tomorrow morning, I still need to drink it,” Ye Fan said.

Wei Ziling, happy not to prepare the medicinal soup tonight, thanked Ye Fan then cheerfully took her luggage into the room she had picked out for herself.

The next afternoon, Ye Fan unexpectedly received a call from Zhao Lina.

“Ye Fan, my parents are pressuring me again to bring you home for a meal.

What should we do?” Zhao Lina said cheerily on the phone, without a hint of distress.

Ye Fan chuckled, “Oh, that’s the situation?

Then let’s continue our pretend relationship.

Tell your parents I’ll come over for dinner tonight.”

“Teehee!

Okay!

I’ll let them know soon, so they stop nagging at me,” Zhao Lina said happily, “So, see you in an hour at the parking lot near Taoyuan Square on Jinghua North Road, Liujiabang.”

Ye Fan was a bit taken aback and asked, “What are we going there for?”

“Of course, to pick out gifts for my parents.

Do you think you can go to my house empty-handed or just bring some fruit to fob them off with?

But don’t worry, since we’re pretending, I’ll foot the bill for the gifts,” Zhao Lina stated confidently.

Ye Fan remembered that last time Zhao Lina used this excuse to have him accompany her shopping for half the day.