Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 588 Heart problems? Then why are you buying a Pagani?

Ye Fan's attitude made a complete 180-degree turn, and the reasons were quite complex.

Firstly, An Qi's reputation and methods are indeed intimidating in Jinling's social circles, so there's no need for him to confront her directly, and he doesn't have any deep-seated grudges against her.

Secondly, he had just made a huge profit by buying up shares at rock-bottom prices a few days ago when the company was "critically ill."

It's only right to give face to this victim who, in a sense, was "taken advantage of" by him; this is the understanding that "one is obligated to those who pay the bills."

An Qi seemed to chuckle softly on the other end of the phone, neither commenting nor disagreeing with his exaggerated performance.

With remarkable tact, she didn't immediately break the ice regarding stocks. Instead, she used the "racing" as a pretext, continuing in a lazy yet provocative tone:

"I just suddenly remembered a little brother of mine. I heard he's a 'good' driver. I'm in a good mood today, and the weather's nice too, so I was wondering when you're free so I can take you to an international racetrack for a real race. And while we're at it... we can also have a 'deeper' chat and get to know each other better?"

She emphasized the words "good" and "in-depth" slightly, and the profound meaning behind them could be felt even through the phone line.

Ye Fan: "..."

Go for a couple of laps on the track? And maybe even get to bond?

You'd be a fool to believe that! Even a weasel wouldn't be this "sincere" when offering New Year's greetings to a chicken!

Ye Fan knew perfectly well that this woman had almost certainly found out that he was the "mysterious shopaholic".

Asking him to go to the racetrack now is definitely not a good idea.

What kind of emotional exchange is this? I bet they're planning to teach him a lesson on the racetrack with speed, or to "torture" him behind closed doors.

With a quick glance, Ye Fan immediately switched into his dramatic persona, launching into a string of rambling remarks, his tone becoming weak and regretful:

"Oh dear! Sister Qi! What bad timing! I haven't been in Nanjing lately... well, to be honest, I'm not here in Nanjing! I'm in the best hospital in Shanghai."

The doctor just gave me a full examination, and the diagnosis is in. It says I have congenital mild mitral regurgitation.

Unable to handle too much stimulation, the doctor's advice clearly stated: strenuous exercise is strictly prohibited, especially adrenaline-pumping activities like racing!

"What a pity, Sister Qi, I've let you down!"

He made up a story with great detail, and even sighed.

Hearing Ye Fan's blatant lies, including fabricating a heart condition, An Qi finally burst out laughing in anger and gave up on maintaining her polite demeanor.

Her domineering aura was fully unleashed, her voice suddenly dropping in temperature, filled with undisguised sarcasm: "Hmph! Ye Fan, keep making things up, let's see what kind of nonsense you can come up with!"

She paused, then delivered the fatal blow:

"If you have a sensitive stomach, I might even be able to lend you a handout. A sensitive heart? Someone with a sensitive heart wouldn't hesitate to order a Pagani in one go, especially a top-of-the-line limited edition! What, are you buying it to use as a mobile ICU, or as a luxurious urn to be worshipped?"

Holy crap! They even found this out?

Ye Fan was startled, realizing that he couldn't keep up the lie any longer; the other side's intelligence work was too thorough.

Since neither warm nor soft ones work...

Without hesitation, he gritted his teeth and used the most shameless and classic ultimate move when dealing with debt collectors, bosses checking up on him, and unwanted phone calls!

He quickly took the phone away from his ear and away from his mouth.

Then, with his other hand, he began rhythmically slapping the hard surface of the desk, while simultaneously shouting at the top of his lungs towards the phone microphone, his voice broken and filled with "anxiety":

"Huh? What did you say, Sister Qi? Speak louder! My signal suddenly dropped! Hello? Hello? Sister Qi, can you hear me? I'm getting a dead ringing tone! It's all static!"

He shouted as he clapped even more vigorously, creating a strong "interference" noise:

"This lousy place! The censorship must be too strong! Another day! Another day when I go back to Jinling, I'll definitely treat you to a feast to apologize! I'm hanging up now! Hello? I can't hear you! Hanging up, hanging up!"

Before he could finish speaking, giving An Qi no chance to react or expose him, Ye Fan pressed the red hang-up button on the screen with lightning speed!

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The busy signal rang out crisply and cleanly, echoing in the suddenly quiet trading room.

Meanwhile, in the president's office of Jiangning Pharmaceutical.

An Qi held up her phone, listening to the cold, unexpected busy tone that came from it, and stood there stunned for a full three seconds.

She stared at the "Call Ended" message on the screen, hardly believing her ears and eyes.

How dare he hang up on me?

Why use such a clumsy, childish, and blatant excuse like "bad signal"?

A surge of anger at being offended had just begun to rise, but then another, stronger emotion welled up within him.

It wasn't out of rage, but rather a feeling of utter absurdity, amusement, and even...novelty.

In this city of Jinling, even the most fearless and arrogant playboys like Wu Shaojie are extremely cautious and careful with their words in front of An Qi, afraid of displeasing her.

But this Ye Fan is something else!

In the business world, he acted like a seasoned hunter, calmly and ruthlessly taking advantage of her.

In private, he was like a slippery eel, using tricks that even elementary school students wouldn't stoop to, to fob her off, and even hung up on her!

"Pfft!"

An Qi finally couldn't hold back and actually laughed.

It wasn't a sneer, but a genuine laugh that came from the heart, a laugh that found it amusing.

She slowly leaned back against the soft leather chair back.

For a long time, those who surrounded her were either flattering and fawning, calculating and covetous, or respectful but distant out of fear.

There is absolutely no one like Ye Fan who dares to be so "arrogant" and "shameless" in front of her.

This unconventional, stubborn, and audacious spirit did not offend her; instead, it was like a light yet persistent feather that gently scratched the surface of her heart, which had long been frozen by commercialism.

As the ripples spread, an unprecedented desire to explore and conquer quietly arose.

"Ye Fan!"

She murmured the name, her eyes bright and sharp: "The more you hide, the more I want to see what kind of person you really are. This game seems to be much more interesting than I thought."

She wasn't angry at being hung up on; on the contrary, her genuine interest was completely ignited.

......

After hanging up An Qi's call that sent chills down his spine, Ye Fan stared at his phone screen, increasingly feeling that he needed to find the "culprit" to talk to.

He swiped his finger through the contacts and dialed Wu Shaojie's number.

The call was answered almost instantly, clearly the person on the other end was also anxiously awaiting their "judgment".