Chapter 0071: You’re Not My Wife Anyway

“A glass of Erguotou...”

On the road, Zhang Xiaofan's phone rang. He had changed his ringtone, a small gesture to express his current mood.

“Hello, Sister Lin.” Zhang Xiaofan glanced at the screen; it was Lin Siyu calling.

“Are you alright?” Lin Siyu’s concerned voice came through the line, warming Zhang Xiaofan’s heart.

“I’m great,” Zhang Xiaofan replied. How could he not be? Last night had been full of pleasure.

“Great? Why didn’t you come home all night? You didn’t even call.” Lin Siyu’s tone changed abruptly, betraying her anger; it was clear our Miss Lin, the CEO, was upset.

“What’s the matter? You’re not my wife, so why do you care?” Zhang Xiaofan teased.

“You...” Lin Siyu was momentarily lost for words. True, she wasn’t his wife—perhaps she was meddling too much. Still, she couldn’t help feeling uneasy. This guy had kept her worried all night; she hadn’t slept well at all.

“So you think you’re in the right? Did you know I was worried about you all night? And watch how you talk to your boss!” Lin Siyu said, exasperated.

Zhang Xiaofan felt a warmth in his heart. The formidable Miss Lin had worried about him all night. His tone softened, “Boss, your lesson is well taken. I’ll come home as soon as I finish my business.”

“What business do you have left? Today’s Saturday—I plan to go out. When you’re done, come back and take me out,” Lin Siyu said.

“I need to get some money,” Zhang Xiaofan replied.

“If you’re short on money, why not come to me? Tell me, how much do you need?” Lin Siyu insisted.

“You’re my boss, not my wife. How could I ask you for money? Even if you were, I wouldn’t be a kept man,” Zhang Xiaofan laughed, slipping into his usual playful banter.

“Can’t you be serious for once? How much do you need, and what for?” Lin Siyu pressed, knowing Zhang Xiaofan only sought money for important reasons.

“When I first came to Jinghai, I stayed with a mother and her daughter. Now, because of me, they’re in trouble. I asked them to leave Jinghai, so I want to give them money for a new house,” Zhang Xiaofan explained.

“I see. Well, finish your business and come back. I’ll be waiting at home,” Lin Siyu said. She knew he wouldn’t accept her help—this was his stubborn masculinity.

After hanging up, Zhang Xiaofan drove onto the ring road. Twenty minutes later, he entered Paradise Villa.

“Master Zhang! Please, come in. The master is waiting for you in the living room,” the servant greeted Zhang Xiaofan warmly as soon as his car entered Ye Zhantian’s villa.

Zhang Xiaofan nodded and got out of the car. As he entered the villa, he saw Ye Zhantian’s second son, Ye Mingyi, who greeted him enthusiastically.

“Master Zhang, hello, hello!”

Despite Zhang Xiaofan having cost him a hundred million, Ye Mingyi was clever enough to realize that it was better to curry favor with Zhang Xiaofan, given his father’s attitude toward him, than to make an enemy.

Besides, he needed something from him.

Zhang Xiaofan hadn’t intended to respond, but Ye Mingyi was too eager—offering cigarettes and water.

“Go on, what do you need?” Zhang Xiaofan had already guessed the reason for his eagerness.

“You truly have sharp eyes, Master. I’ve been feeling a bit unwell lately and hoped you could help,” Ye Mingyi said. “Master, could we speak privately?”

“No need. Isn’t it just that you haven’t been able to get it up lately?” Zhang Xiaofan replied bluntly.

“Master... please keep your voice down. If people hear, it’s embarrassing,” Ye Mingyi whispered.

“No problem. Since your attitude is pretty good, I’ll help you. I’ll give you a prescription—just brew it and drink it. In three days, you’ll be as vigorous as a dragon,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

“Thank you, Master! Here’s a little token of appreciation,” Ye Mingyi said, handing over a card.

“Why so formal?” Zhang Xiaofan said, but he accepted the card. The password was already written on the back. It would be foolish not to accept a windfall, especially since he actually needed money right now. Sometimes, he felt helpless about it.

Zhang Xiaofan truly wanted to use his medical skills to earn a good sum.

“Rest assured, the prescription I give has no side effects and will strengthen your body. Use it once a month and you’ll feel twenty again,” Zhang Xiaofan assured him.

“Hehehe, thank you, Master. Lately, I’ve been useless at night—so embarrassing,” Ye Mingyi said.

“That’s because you don’t know restraint. I bet you’ve been with plenty of women?” Zhang Xiaofan said quietly, giving a knowing look.

“Master, keep your voice down. If that shrew hears and tattles to my father, I’ll be done for,” Ye Mingyi whispered.

Zhang Xiaofan chuckled. Ye Mingyi really was a bit endearing; he seemed like a completely different person from their first meeting.

“Go get some paper and a pen, I’ll write it out. I still need to speak to your father,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

“Alright, just give me two minutes,” Ye Mingyi replied, hurrying off and soon returning with pen and paper.

Zhang Xiaofan wrote out the prescription in bold, flowing script.

“All done. Now I’ll go find your father,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

He had already discussed the transaction with Ye Zhantian, and he knew the card Ye Mingyi gave him would not be a small amount. Still, a man must keep his word.

“Xiaofan, come and sit,”

In the living room, Ye Zhantian stood up with a smile as Zhang Xiaofan entered.

“No need to be so formal, Mr. Ye.”

Zhang Xiaofan gestured for Ye Zhantian to sit, then got straight to the point. “Let me be direct. I have a special pill that can extend your life by three to five years. Of course, that’s assuming your current state of health. After taking it, your body will be at least five years younger.”

“So, you mean it could extend my life by eight to ten years?” Ye Zhantian was visibly excited.

Zhang Xiaofan nodded. The pill did indeed have such effects.

“How much do you want for it?” Ye Zhantian asked eagerly. To live eight to ten years longer—he’d pay any price.

“Two hundred million,” Zhang Xiaofan replied. Their relationship was decent; no need to be too ruthless.

“Two hundred million is too little. I’ll give you one billion,” Ye Zhantian insisted. “Such a miraculous pill, if auctioned, would fetch several billion. You’ve thought of me, so I can’t shortchange you.”

“Alright, then—one billion,” Zhang Xiaofan agreed. He wasn’t one to quibble. In truth, if the pill were auctioned, it would easily surpass a billion. For the big tycoons, that sum was nothing.

Ye Zhantian went straight to the safe and took out a Citibank diamond card, handing it to Zhang Xiaofan. “This card contains one billion. You can also overdraft another billion if needed. If you ever face an emergency, you can use the credit.”

Zhang Xiaofan examined the card; it was not just any diamond card, but a limited edition, with a serial number—a true symbol of status.

He took the card, put it away, and then handed Ye Zhantian a jade bottle containing the pill. “Keep this safe, Mr. Ye. Let no one know, or it could spell disaster for your family.”

Zhang Xiaofan was not exaggerating. The pill could indeed prolong life, but its greatest value was to martial artists. If word got out that the Ye family possessed such a pill, others would do anything to obtain it, even resort to murder.

While not the finest pill, to ordinary martial artists it was exceedingly precious.

“Well, I’ll take my leave now,” Zhang Xiaofan said, rising.

“Brother Xiaofan!” At that moment, a pleasant voice rang out. Ye Qingcheng ran over, lively and cheerful.

She wrapped her arms around Zhang Xiaofan’s, affectionately saying, “Brother Xiaofan, where have you been these past few days? Why haven’t you been to school?”

“Your brother Xiaofan has already graduated, so I don’t need to attend classes,” Zhang Xiaofan replied with a smile.

“Liar. You’ve only been in school a few days,” Ye Qingcheng protested. “The college entrance exam is in two days. Are you really not going back?”

Time had indeed flown by—the exams were upon them. If he were still in school, he’d probably be taking them too. The thought was oddly appealing.

“Work hard and aim for Capital University,” Zhang Xiaofan encouraged her. Capital University was the best in the country. Jinghai University was good, but couldn’t quite compare.

“Will you go to university, Brother Xiaofan? I know you’re talented; getting in wouldn’t be hard, right?” Ye Qingcheng asked.

“I don’t know. We’ll see,” Zhang Xiaofan said honestly. He truly didn’t know his next steps. His current task was to protect Lin Siyu for Dragon Soul. When it ended, he had no idea where he’d go—return to Dragon Soul? But there were people he’d rather not see.

“Then tell me where you are now. When my exams are over, I’ll come find you,” Ye Qingcheng said.

“I’m working as Lin Siyu’s bodyguard,” Zhang Xiaofan replied, immediately regretting it. Now that Ye Qingcheng knew, she’d surely visit Lin Siyu often...

Three women together would be a handful; how could he win a debate against three at once?

“Great! You and Sister Lin are together, and you didn’t even tell me. Is Sister Lin more mature than me?” Ye Qingcheng seemed jealous.

Zhang Xiaofan was taken aback. What did she mean, “together”? And what does maturity have to do with it? Little girl, you’re still young—how can you think about such things?

“Um... I’m just working. Ten thousand a month—hardly even Capital graduates earn that much,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

“Then I’ll give you twenty thousand to be my bodyguard and accompany me to school,” Ye Qingcheng said hopefully.

Zhang Xiaofan was at a loss for words. Sometimes, being too attractive was its own headache.

“Actually, my identity is special. It’s a mission, you know?” Zhang Xiaofan said, then hurriedly added, “Ah, I have something to do—I’ll be off now.”

He left in a bit of a fluster.

“Hmph! He must think I’m too inexperienced!” Ye Qingcheng muttered, then ran to Ye Zhantian’s side, acting spoiled. “Grandpa, why doesn’t he like me?”

Ye Zhantian replied tenderly, “Because he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s not an ordinary person, but you are. You’re not from the same world—do you understand?”

“I don’t care. After the exam, I’ll go to Sister Lin’s house,” Ye Qingcheng said stubbornly.

Ye Zhantian could only smile helplessly. His granddaughter was no longer so little; girls her age used to be married with children. But falling for someone like Zhang Xiaofan—was that really right?