Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 484 - 484 480 Jing Wei Attracts Envy

484: Chapter 480: Jing Wei Attracts Envy 484: Chapter 480: Jing Wei Attracts Envy Around five in the afternoon, since the car wasn’t fixed, Ye Fan went to Heroic Bar to borrow Lu Chengqiang’s BMW Z4, and then drove to Huahai Music College to pick up Zeng Jingwei for dinner.

Under the influence of her music studies, Zeng Jingwei’s temperament continued to transform, developing a certain aura.

Paired with her pretty face, her tall figure approximately 1.7 meters in height, and those two very long jade legs, given time, she would surely become a national idol, a goddess adored by tens of thousands of fans.

Although Ye Fan didn’t often take Zeng Jingwei out for meals, he frequently called to check on her life and studies, and even took care of her tuition and living expenses, which he regularly deposited into her bank account at the beginning of each month.

However, the compensation money Zeng Jingwei received from the sacrifice of her brother was kept by Ye Fan.

Zeng Jingwei came from a poor background and had only recently come of age.

Without the constraints of elders, Ye Fan worried she might lose her way if she suddenly came into a large sum of money.

Thus, he went through the trouble of keeping the compensation and instead provided Zeng Jingwei with living expenses every month.

The place for dinner wasn’t any five-star hotel, but a relatively ordinary restaurant.

During the meal, Zeng Jingwei was clearly very happy, chattering nonstop and reporting to Ye Fan about her studies as well as venting her daily life frustrations.

After the meal, Ye Fan dutifully took Zeng Jingwei shopping for clothes.

The place they went to buy clothes, of course, wasn’t a high-end location, but a normal pedestrian street where clothes were typically around three to four hundred yuan.

Of course, a jacket would cost six to seven hundred yuan.

After purchasing two or three outfits, Zeng Jingwei was already quite content, intimately clinging to Ye Fan’s arm as they strolled down the street, oblivious to any further clothing stores, her pretty face adorned with a happy smile.

Around eight-thirty in the evening, Ye Fan suddenly received a call from Meng Zhanpeng’s father wanting to talk things over in person.

However, Ye Fan immediately ended the call and set Meng Zhanpeng’s father’s number to the blacklist.

Though he hadn’t suffered any injuries, it was only because he had the skills to protect himself.

Had it been someone else, they might have been lying in a hospital now, possibly minus an arm or a leg.

Therefore, sending Meng Zhanpeng to prison didn’t feel excessive to him at all.

Continuing to shop with Zeng Jingwei, listening to her happily chirping in his ear, Ye Fan found the experience quite pleasant.

However, this feeling was disrupted at nine o’clock.

“Zeng Jingwei, is this guy your boyfriend?

He looks pretty average,” a tall girl dressed somewhat provocatively sized up Ye Fan with a challenging tone.

Ye Fan looked indifferently at the group of four in front of him, three women, and one man.

The three girls appeared to be about Zeng Jingwei’s age, retaining a hint of their student days.

As for the guy, he was clearly in his late twenties with an average build, dressed in dazzling designer clothes, hair meticulously combed and styled with mousse.

The girl who spoke to Zeng Jingwei was intimately clinging to the young man’s arm.

“My brother is not just an average person!” Zeng Jingwei immediately retorted.

“Ha, not average, you say?

Looks more like below average to me,” the provocatively dressed girl scoffed.

Zeng Jingwei’s anger was evident as she stared at her classmate.

“Jiang Ruiqin, watch your mouth!”

Ye Fan could already tell that this flippant girl didn’t get along well with Zeng Jingwei.

He felt somewhat speechless, running into a petty squabble while out shopping.

“Did I say something wrong?

Look at your boyfriend, he looks like a laborer!

No wonder you usually dress like a country bumpkin!” Jiang Ruiqin continued with even more provocative sarcasm, “I really don’t understand how Professor Yan could choose you as his personal disciple!

You have no elegance at all!”

Ye Fan frowned slightly and said calmly, “Classmate, dressing well doesn’t necessarily mean one has substance; it could indicate a nouveau riche, or perhaps someone in a certain line of work.

Jingwei was taken as a personal disciple by Professor Yan because her talent exceeds that of most people.

Are you questioning Professor Yan’s judgment?

Also, I’m her brother, not her boyfriend.”

“It seems to make sense,” Jiang Ruiqin’s boyfriend said disdainfully, “but without money, you can’t even afford the tuition, let alone buy the necessary instruments.

It’s useless.”

Ye Fan said, “As for money, well, if you don’t have it, you can earn it.

It’s good enough if you have enough to spend.

But talent and skill can’t be bought with money.

As students, studying should come first, and comparing yourselves to others is truly shameful.”

Without waiting for Jiang Ruiqin and the others to retort, Ye Fan turned to Zeng Jingwei and said, “Jingwei, in the future, try to associate less with those who are vain.

Let’s go.”

Having said that, he led Zeng Jingwei around Jiang Ruiqin and the others and continued on.

Jiang Ruiqin and her group turned an ugly shade of embarrassment as they shrieked, “Who’s vain here?!

If you’re poor, don’t pretend to be noble!”

Ye Fan ignored the spiteful shouting coming from Jiang Ruiqin and her friends behind him.

Although he could easily silence Jiang Ruiqin with money, he didn’t want to encourage a habit of comparison in Zeng Jingwei.

Feeling quite provoked, Jiang Ruiqin continued to curse incessantly as she followed them.

Ye Fan, who looked down on such superficial women, also grew a bit annoyed by the incessant noise, just as they were approaching his car parked a few meters ahead on the roadside.

“Let’s go somewhere else for a stroll,” Ye Fan suggested to Zeng Jingwei.

Zeng Jingwei responded with a sound of agreement.

A few more steps, and Ye Fan and Zeng Jingwei arrived at the car.

Ye Fan took out the car keys, unlocked the car with the remote, then opened the trunk to put away the clothes they had just bought.

Jiang Ruiqin, still relentless, followed behind hurling insults.

Upon seeing Ye Fan’s car, she scoffed without a second thought, “Indeed, like owner like car.

You have the audacity to drive such a scrap on the streets?!”

“Ruiqin, Ruiqin,” two of Jiang Ruiqin’s female classmates couldn’t help but remind her, tugging at her clothes.

Jiang Ruiqin turned and asked, “What?”

The two classmates pointed at the car and whispered, “That car seems to be a BMW.”

Jiang Ruiqin’s self-importance faltered, and she retorted with indignation, “So what if it’s a BMW?

There are plenty of BMWs around.

Don’t think you’re impressive just because you drive a BMW—there are tons of second-hand junk BMWs worth just a hundred thousand or so!”

“That car looks brand new, and it’s a BMW Z4, which I think costs almost a million,” one of the classmates whispered.

Jiang Ruiqin fell silent, her face turning red as if someone had choked her.

Today, she had gone shopping with her boyfriend to show off, bringing along her two classmates.

When they had left the college, she boasted to her classmates about how expensive and nice her boyfriend’s car was.

However, her boyfriend’s car was just an ordinary Guangqi Honda, costing merely three to four hundred thousand.

Jiang Ruiqin’s boyfriend also felt embarrassed and said, “Maybe that car is borrowed.”

The two female classmates remained silent.

Jiang Ruiqin’s boyfriend’s face flushed with embarrassment.

Including Jiang Ruiqin, they all understood that if Ye Fan were Zeng Jingwei’s brother, how could he possibly borrow a car just to put up a front while going out to eat and shop with his sister?