Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 787: 783: Even Stevens

Chapter 787: Chapter 783: Even Stevens

Ye Fan shook his head, not wanting the inexplicable money.

Hu Jing couldn’t help but get a bit angry, “Ye Fan, what do you mean? Do you have to make me owe you, and then you feel justified?”

“I don’t remember ever borrowing money from you, why would I need your money?” Ye Fan said, “Come on, tell me, when did I borrow anything, and how much? If it’s just a few hundred yuan, let’s forget about it.”

Hu Jing was so enraged that her chest heaved and her teeth ground together.

After a while, she took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, stood up, walked out from the couch and coffee table, then strode over to the door, opened it, and finally slammed the door as she left.

After Hu Jing left, Ye Fan sat on the sofa for a while, calming his mood, then got up to shower and practice Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound before going to sleep.

The relationship with Hu Jing had ultimately turned sour, and although unwilling, it was something he could do nothing about.

The initial plan was not to meet tonight, you’d be fine, I’d be fine, and we could all continue being friends. Hu Jing would continue fishing for a rich husband until she really caught one, and afterwards, whenever we’d meet, we could just laugh off the past.

But things had happened, and Ye Fan had to accept it.

Since he had nothing to do tomorrow, Ye Fan lazily slept until the sun was high in the sky.

Actually, the disbandment of Dragon Group had hit him hard. During this time, he appeared as usual on the outside, but he knew very well that he had been downcast. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have stayed in Hua Hai city for so long without going to work in Mingde County.

However, around nine o’clock, his phone suddenly rang loudly. He reached out groggily to his bedside table, grabbed his phone, and answered, “Hello, who is it?”

“Ye Fan, you still have the hotel, right?” came a cold voice from the phone.

Ye Fan responded.

The next moment, the call was hung up.

“They hung up?” He was confused for a moment as he hadn’t managed to hear clearly who it was. However, he was too lazy to care, tossed the phone aside, and continued sleeping.

Ten minutes later, a sudden ring of the doorbell echoed.

Ye Fan, just disturbed by the phone call, was now disrupted by the doorbell and couldn’t help covering his head with a pillow in frustration.

But the person outside persisted, incessantly ringing the doorbell until Ye Fan, completely devoid of sleep, reluctantly got up to open the door.

As the door swung open, Ye Fan frowned, for he saw Hu Jing.

Hadn’t everything been made clear last night? Why continue to entangle the matter?

Hu Jing clearly saw Ye Fan’s frown and snorted coldly, “Three minutes!”

“Heh, what a thing to say! Please come in.” Ye Fan put on a smile, pulled the door open wider, and invited Hu Jing inside.

Hu Jing didn’t step in immediately, but bent down to heft a large hemp sack with effort, then walked in.

Ye Fan looked puzzled as Hu Jing carried in the large hemp sack but immediately offered to help, “Let me carry that for you.”

“No need!” Hu Jing coldly brushed away Ye Fan’s hand and continued to carry the hemp sack towards the living room.

Ye Fan had no choice but to give up, closed the door, and turned back to the living room.

By the time he returned to the coffee table, Hu Jing was already there, struggling to place the whole hemp sack on the table. Then, under his bewildered gaze, she opened the sack’s mouth and pulled it downward, revealing stack after stack of bright red banknotes.

Ye Fan glanced in shocked surprise, estimating it to be several million yuan.

“Hu Jing, what is this…” he couldn’t help but ask with a frown.

Hu Jing caught her breath, straightened her slender, supple waist, and turned to Ye Fan, “Here’s three million, just withdrawn from the bank. Count it yourself.”

After that, she took out a brocade box from her handbag and stuffed it into Ye Fan’s hands.

“Check it yourself, it’s the same necklace as before,” she said dismissively.

With the brocade box in hand, these things reminded him, and he remembered.

“Hu Jing, why put yourself through this?” he asked bitterly.

Hu Jing snorted coldly, “From today onward, we owe each other nothing! Never to see each other again!”

Having said that, she turned and left with a cold arrogance.

Ye Fan did not chase after her to stop her; instead, he watched her leave.

Once Hu Jing had left, Ye Fan put the brocade box down, walked over to the sofa to sit down, and irritably ran his fingers through his cropped hair.

Hu Jing’s actions were a sign of becoming complete strangers now.

He couldn’t help but reminisce about the days he had spent with Hu Jing, which, looking back now, had been quite pleasant and relaxed encounters.

After a while, he stood up, listlessly entered the bedroom, and continued to lie on the bed with his head covered in sleep.

It wasn’t until eleven o’clock that Ye Fan finally got out of bed.

After washing up and paying no notice to the money and brocade box on the coffee table, he left the presidential suite directly, drove away from the Dingsheng International Hotel, and went to Hua Hai Martial Arts School to have lunch with Lu Xiaoman.

Being with Lu Xiaoman, Ye Fan’s mood improved considerably.

Although he regretted becoming strangers with Hu Jing, he wasn’t so disheartened as to lose spirit completely.

After lunch, as they walked out of the restaurant towards their car with hands interlocked, Lu Xiaoman said, “Ye Fan, let’s go out and have some fun today, shall we?”

As it turned out, today was Thursday, and the martial arts school had relatively few customers; she had hurriedly taken care of urgent tasks in the past few days and could finally find time to accompany Ye Fan.

“Sure,” Ye Fan replied with a joyful smile.

For the rest of the day, Ye Fan and Lu Xiaoman had a great time out and about until eleven o’clock at night, when Ye Fan finally took Lu Xiaoman home.

After dropping Lu Xiaoman off, Ye Fan returned to the Dingsheng International Hotel. As he stepped out of the elevator and walked toward his presidential suite, he saw two people standing outside the door.

Upon closer inspection, one of them indeed was Wang Kaichen.

Towards Wang Kaichen, he didn’t quite remember much, retaining just a vague memory, and that was under the assumption of his exceptional memory. After all, he had met him only once before.

Ye Fan continued walking, and Wang Kaichen finally noticed him and immediately approached with a fawning smile, nodding and bowing, “Mr. Ye, you’re finally back. My dad and I have been waiting for you all night.”

Ye Fan ignored Wang Kaichen, turning his gaze to the other person: a man in his late fifties, stoutly built, wearing glasses, his face shining with oiliness.

“Hello, I am Wang Hongsheng,” the stranger approached Ye Fan, assuming some airs, and extended his hand, “You must be Ye Fan.”

Unfortunately, Ye Fan did not deign to shake his hand, merely glanced at him, and turned his head to Wang Kaichen, “What is it? Speak up.”

“Heh, can we talk inside the room?” Wang Kaichen pleaded with a forced smile, “This is a hotel corridor, not suitable for conversation.”

Ye Fan had no intention of reconciling with Wang Kaichen, “If you don’t want to say it, forget it. You should leave.”

Wang Kaichen’s smile stiffened, no longer able to smile.