Chapter 123: Chapter 122 Heading to Europe
At that mont, he spoke. "I’m so cold. I want to go outside and bask in the sun. Push
out!"
"But..." Ah Zhen knew that Ye Langfeng couldn’t be exposed to the sun; he would die if he were.
Yet Ye Langfeng insisted, "This is the greatest wish of my life, Ah Zhen. Please, fulfill it for !"
Ah Zhen broke down and nodded, her tears soaking his hair. She pushed Ye Langfeng out into the open and sat beside him under the sun.
He glanced at the sky and said, "There is no greater satisfaction in life than this."
Then, his muscles rapidly contracted, and he died in an instant.
"Lang Feng!" Ah Zhen cried out in sorrow.
When Mrs. Jiang witnessed this, she wept, unable to bear the heartbreaking scene.
Ye Qingshan sighed. "Although Lang Feng was a disappointnt, to have such a devoted girl watching over him... that was his greatest fortune. Give him a proper burial."
「A few days later...」
After the arrangents for Ye Langfeng’s burial were complete and Ye Fan had recuperated for so ti, it was once again ti to say goodbye. A greater conspiracy was unfolding in Europe that required his attention, and the matter could not be delayed. Despite his reluctance, he had to leave.
He and Black Fog sat on the plane. "Thank you," Ye Fan said.
"Thank
for what?" Black Fog asked, puzzled. He had always been a man of few words; if he could resolve a matter with one sentence, he wouldn’t use two.
"Thank you for helping
so much this ti," Ye Fan said. "When I was critically ill, you had the power to kill , but you protected
instead! For that, I thank you!"
Black Fog was uncomfortable with the praise. To him, Ye Fan’s earnest thanks was like being force-fed hot soup, sothing he detested. So, he said, "I want to kill you in a fair duel. Killing you while you’re injured would be aningless, and I’d be ridiculed for it!"
"Hahaha, I’ll be waiting for you to kill
in a duel, but I doubt you’ll get the chance. You will never surpass ," Ye Fan laughed smugly.
Black Fog retorted, "I suddenly don’t feel like killing you anymore. The day I defeat you, I will thoroughly humiliate you."
"Good! I’ll be waiting!"
The two bantered back and forth.
Upon arriving in Jiangning, Ye Fan learned that Su Qingxue had already left for Europe two days prior. Once the situation in Jiangning stabilized, she had hurried off to expand her business interests there. What can I do about my workaholic wife?
Luckily, he was also heading to Europe. Perfect. I’ll give Su Qingxue a surprise. Maybe I’ll just show up out of the blue. She’ll be so moved she’ll cry, and then she’ll grant my every wish... Ye Fan began to drool at the thought.
The disdainful looks from those around him finally snapped him out of his reverie.
He faintly heard soone muttering, "Look at that guy. He looks presentable enough, but he’s acting so perverted. What a creep."
A flicker of anger rose in Ye Fan, but considering himself a man of refinent, he didn’t deign to argue with them.
Ordinarily, traveling to Europe required handling various procedures, but soone had already taken care of everything for him. He was able to relax and board the plane with just his ticket. He hadn’t expected Tiancan to get him a first-class seat. That guy really knows how to kiss Laozi’s ass, but Laozi has to admit, it feels good.
The plane, packed with a constant stream of travelers to Europe, was surprisingly quiet, as everyone seed to be well-mannered.
As Ye Fan settled into his seat, he was imdiately annoyed by the portly man next to him, who was taking up one and a half seats by himself. Squeezed into the remaining space, Ye Fan was incredibly uncomfortable. This trip is already off to a bad start.
To make matters worse, the man was acting all lovey-dovey with his heavily made-up mistress. If he could, Ye Fan would have thrown them both off the plane.
Just then, the fat man turned, saw Ye Fan staring, and snarled, "Kid, what are you looking at? Believe it or not, Laozi will beat you to death!"
Ye Fan replied, "Forget about whether you can beat . You’re in my seat."
"So what if I am? What’s the big deal? Believe it or not, Laozi can buy your seat right out from under you!" the fat man bellowed, reeking of repulsive nouveau riche arrogance.
"I don’t believe you," Ye Fan said calmly.
"Damn it! Flight attendant, over here!" he shouted.
A flight attendant, who was about 1.8 ters tall, approached. Her uniform did little to hide her long legs, full figure, and captivating features, sparking the fantasies of those who saw her. She was undoubtedly the ’flower’ of the cabin crew. Her gentle and refined aura was comforting to be near. The feeling was like the sweetness of a first love or being handed a glass of iced pineapple juice when you’re parched on a hot sumr’s day. It was simply wonderful.
Of course, with her long legs in high heels, she was about the sa height as Ye Fan, who had to admit he felt a little inadequate.
She arrived before the fat man and his mistress. "Sir, how may I help you?"
The fat man’s eyes glazed over as he stared at her. She was in a completely different league from his mistress. If his mistress was an eighty out of a hundred, this flight attendant was at least a one-hundred-and-twenty. There was no comparison.
His mistress couldn’t stand it and fiercely pinched his thigh. He snapped out of his daze and declared, "I want to buy this seat. How much is his ticket? I’ll pay ten tis the price!"
"I’m sorry, sir, our airline doesn’t have such a policy," the flight attendant said. She was repulsed by the man but was required to maintain a hospitable deanor. She was holding back her disgust as she replied politely.
"I say it exists, so it exists!" the fat man snapped, convinced his money could solve anything.
"I’m sorry, sir, but you do not represent the airline," the flight attendant stated firmly. "If there’s nothing else, I will be on my way."
"Wait! Miss, are you free tonight? If so, let’s go have the most expensive, most romantic Western dinner!" he said, practically drooling.
"I’m sorry, I’m not free," she replied.
The fat man didn’t give up. "That’s fine. We can add each other on WeChat and go when you are free. By the way, I’m the chairman of Jiangning’s Shuntong Company!"
In Jiangning, Shuntong Company was a small enterprise at best, worth forty to fifty million at most, yet he boasted shalessly.
The flight attendant was about to refuse again, but the mistress grew desperate. If her sugar daddy actually hooked up with this woman, what would happen to her? She’d be kicked to the curb like a ball. In the flight attendant’s presence, she felt utterly inadequate, not even daring to compare herself. So, she decided to play dirty.
She deliberately knocked her cup of cola, spilling it all over the flight attendant’s uniform.
"AH!" the flight attendant cried out.
Ye Fan normally didn’t get involved in such things, but seeing the flight attendant being bullied, he decided to step in. The woman was clearly feeling a great sense of injustice.
"Apologize," Ye Fan commanded the mistress.
The entire first-class cabin turned to look.
"I’ll do anything I want, but I won’t apologize!" the mistress retorted scornfully. The fat man didn’t intervene. The flight attendant’s rejection had annoyed him, and he felt she deserved to suffer a little.
"I-I’m fine!" the flight attendant said quickly. Though she felt wronged, it wasn’t the first ti sothing like this had happened, so she could only suppress her feelings.
SMACK!
Ye Fan’s palm struck the mistress’s face, and she imdiately burst into tears.
"You dare touch my woman? You’re looking for death!"
The fat man lunged at Ye Fan but was t with a punch to the stomach. He collapsed back into his seat, clutching his midsection in agony.
Ye Fan then helped the flight attendant clean up the ss.
"Thank you," she said gratefully. She hadn’t thought people who would stand up for justice still existed, and she was truly thankful.
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