Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 421 "Returning to the Countryside" - Farmhouse Courtyard

Tang Yanning's body stiffened instantly, and the blush that had just faded from her face returned in an instant!

She was so embarrassed that she dug her toes into the ground, wishing she could just disappear on the spot!

My brain raced, but all I could manage was two dry coughs, my eyes darting around as I devised the most universal excuse: "Cough cough...no, it's nothing serious...it's just...I just accidentally twisted my ankle this morning...yes, I twisted my ankle!"

His voice sounded a little unsteady because he was feeling guilty.

Seeing her predicament and remembering that she had just returned from outside and was still wearing yesterday's dress, the girl's eyes flashed with understanding. However, out of kindness, she didn't press the matter. Instead, she warmly extended her hand: "Oh dear, that sprained ankle must hurt! Come on, let me help you up! What floor was it again? The fourth floor, right?"

Tang Yanning felt like she'd grabbed a lifeline. Forgetting her embarrassment, she nodded hurriedly, her voice filled with gratitude: "Yes! Fourth floor! Thank you!"

She quickly grabbed the girl's arm, leaned most of her weight against it, and the two of them moved slowly and strangely toward the stairwell.

Each step was accompanied by Tang Yanning's silent wailing and mutterings about the "culprit" of last night.

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Ye Fan watched Tang Yanning's awkward figure disappear into the dormitory building until it was completely out of sight before turning around and nimbly getting into the back seat of the Maybach.

The unique tranquility and leather scent of the carriage enveloped him.

"Boss, where are we going now?" Old Li asked respectfully through the rearview mirror.

"Go to the Guiyuan Tianju Farmhouse in the south of the city." Ye Fan gave the address, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

The passion of last night and the warmth of this morning left him feeling somewhat relaxed, so he took a short rest on the way.

Today is the birthday of Lin Qingyang, a close friend of Wu Shaojie. Last night, Wu Shaojie warmly invited him to come and have a seat, and Ye Fan agreed.

As Ye Fan's woman and most capable personal secretary, Miao Zi had already arranged everything.

A tasteful birthday gift—one she had carefully chosen and placed in the trunk last night—Ye Fan didn't even need to ask what it was.

She always handled Ye Fan's social needs and interpersonal relationships flawlessly, so meticulously and thoughtfully that it made things easy for him.

This tacit understanding and professionalism is Miao Zi's irreplaceable value.

Old Li drove his vehicle smoothly, weaving through the increasingly bustling streets of the city, and finally heading towards the southern suburbs of Nanjing.

About forty minutes later, the car arrived at its destination.

The "Guiyuan Tianju" farmhouse is located in a distinctive urban-rural fringe area.

The scene outside the gate was quite spectacular, resembling a small luxury car exhibition.

All sorts of luxury cars filled the empty spaces along the roadside.

The common BBA (BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Audi) models are only considered basic configurations; the more eye-catching Porsche sports cars and Ferrari supercars ostentatiously occupy the spotlight.

There were even a few modified Jeeps with a rugged off-road style mixed in, showcasing the owner's different tastes. The gate was wide open, and well-dressed men and women came and went, their laughter echoing throughout.

Ye Fan got out of the car and took out the beautifully packaged and rather heavy gift box that Miao Zi had prepared from the trunk.

He strolled casually into the bustling courtyard, his demeanor relaxed, as if he were just going to an ordinary gathering.

The courtyard was already bustling with activity and filled with lively chatter.

Several large wood-fired stoves steamed with heat, and a professional team of chefs was enthusiastically preparing local farm-style dishes; on the other side, the charcoal fire was blazing in the barbecue area, and the oil dripping from the whole roasted lamb sizzled on the charcoal, filling the air with a wonderful aroma; there were also people sitting around playing cards, drinking, and chatting, the atmosphere as lively as boiling water.

A diverse group of people moved among them, including familiar faces of wealthy second-generation individuals and unfamiliar faces that Ye Fan had never seen before.

Ye Fan casually swept his gaze across the crowd, through the noise, and finally spotted Wu Shaojie deep in the courtyard, near an old locust tree.

He was chatting animatedly with two stylishly dressed and exquisitely made-up girls, making them giggle and laugh. They were clearly engrossed in their conversation and didn't notice Ye Fan's arrival at all.

Ye Fan smiled knowingly, walked over calmly, and patted Wu Shaojie on the shoulder lightly.

"Hey! Who is it!" Wu Shaojie was startled and turned around cursing. When he saw that it was Ye Fan, his impatience was instantly replaced by huge joy: "Wow! Old Ye! You finally came!"

He opened his arms and gave Ye Fan a tight bear hug, then released him, winking and asking in a low voice, "How was it? Did you bring a girl today?"

His tone was full of mischief.

Ye Fan ignored him and just rolled his eyes at him.

Their commotion caught the attention of Lin Qingyang, the birthday celebrant, who was not far away.

The star of the day immediately plastered on a warm smile and hurried forward: "Oh! Young Master Ye! Distinguished guest! Why didn't you let me know you were coming? I would have greeted you at the door!"

Lin Qingyang's attitude was clearly respectful and flattered. Although he was also from a wealthy family, his family's wealth was not on the same level as Ye Fan and Wu Shaojie's. Ye Fan's presence was a great honor for him.

"Mr. Lin, you're too kind," Ye Fan said with a friendly smile and a relaxed tone. "Today you're the birthday boy, you're the most important person here."

As he spoke, he handed over the heavy gift box in his hand: "A small token of my appreciation, happy birthday."

This series of actions was fluid and graceful, expressing congratulations without losing face, and giving Wu Shaojie ample respect.

Lin Qingyang accepted the gift box with both hands, and the weight of it made his heart skip a beat.

He carefully lifted a corner of the packaging and looked inside—a golden Maitreya Buddha statue, about the size of an adult's fist, lay quietly on a velvet base! The Buddha's face was benevolent, the craftsmanship was exquisite, and it was clearly made of pure gold, making it quite valuable!

Lin Qingyang's eyes lit up immediately, then he became somewhat flustered, and quickly said, "Young Master Ye! Your presence is already a huge honor for me! This...this gift is far too valuable! It's really too much trouble for you!"

Although he liked it, he also knew the significance of the gift.

Wu Shaojie, who had witnessed everything, immediately chimed in. He put his arm around Lin Qingyang's shoulder and said casually, "Hey, Lin, don't be so polite with Lao Ye! He's my best buddy, you're my friend, so he's his friend too! Don't be so formal!"

He gestured to Lin Qingyang with his eyes, indicating that he should accept the gift without worry.

Lin Qingyang looked at Ye Fan's sincere smile and then at Wu Shaojie's affirming eyes, his heart warmed, and he stopped refusing, his smile widening: "Then I'll shamelessly accept it! Thank you so much, Young Master Ye!"

He carefully held the gift box, his heart filled with joy. This gift was not only valuable, but also represented recognition and high regard.