Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 598 Xiao Ji's "Meeting a Rich Woman in Jinling" Plan

At this moment, on the public corridor of the boys' dormitory building.

Li Yifeng and Xiao Ji each silently lit a cigarette, barely smoking it, letting the wind make the embers flicker and make their already messy hair look even more like a bird's nest.

The two lay side by side on the cold iron railing, gazing in the direction of the school road where the Lamborghini had disappeared. Their expressions were complex, and they remained silent for a long time, as if contemplating the shattering of some kind of "worldview" they had just experienced.

After a long pause, Li Yifeng took a deep drag, then exhaled a thick smoke ring. His eyes darted around, filled with a deep sense of existential doubt, and he muttered:

"Xiao Ji, do you think Lao Ye's actions count as winning over a top-tier rich and beautiful woman in Jinling City through sheer talent? Or is this some kind of game from another dimension?"

Xiao Ji also puffed on his cigarette until the red glow flickered rapidly, shook his head with a sorrowful expression, as if summarizing a philosophy of life, and sighed:

"Back then, I thought that being a Casanova in college, flirting with younger female students, and earning the title of 'heartthrob' was the pinnacle of life."

He sighed heavily:

"Now it seems I was narrow-minded and short-sighted! How could a true dragon be contained in a pond like this school?"

Starting tomorrow—no, starting next week! I'm never being the "pond manager" at school again! I'm going to Xinjiekou, Deji Plaza, and wander around the Jinling Hotel!

Get your hair styled, and you'll exude confidence! Who knows, maybe one day, fate will smile upon me and I'll bump into a discerning heiress with a keen eye... oh wait, I mean, a supermodel who'll also be there to discover this hidden gem of mine?

Li Yifeng was stunned for a long time by his "ambition", his mouth twitched, and he silently gave Xiao Ji a thumbs up.

"That's not what you call having lofty ambitions; that's just a toad daydreaming."

He paused, then added, "However, in terms of confidence and shamelessness, you're really something else, I admire you."

"Tch! You still have to have dreams. What if a rich woman prefers someone like me with a slightly melancholic air and a bit of kidney deficiency... oops! I mean, the weak, scholarly type? The 'gap moe' look is all the rage now!"

Xiao Ji retorted defiantly, but his eyes were clearly a little unsteady.

"Get lost, go wash up and go to sleep. You can dream about anything."

Li Yifeng chuckled and cursed, then precisely flicked the burnt-out cigarette butt into a trash can in a nearby corner. With a belly full of sadness from the contrast, he turned around, slipped on his slippers, and hurried back to his dormitory.

Xiao Ji, meanwhile, continued to lean on the railing, puffing on his cigarette intermittently, his eyes vacant, seemingly seriously planning his "Nanjing Rich Woman Encounter Plan."

Until the cigarette butt burned completely, the scalding hot filter cotton burned his fingers.

He gasped sharply, snapping back to reality. He shook his hands, shrank his neck, and slipped back into his dorm room, which was still filled with the smell of instant noodles and game sounds.

......

The silver-gray "poison" sped along the empty, deserted ring road like a phantom of the night.

An eerie silence permeated the carriage.

Ye Fan didn't even bother to glance at the "kidnapper" in the driver's seat.

He was just scrolling through his phone screen, his fingertips flying across the screen, engrossed in reading the outrageous gossip posts on the Nanjing University campus forum about himself and the female CEO in black stockings and a supercar, which had already spawned more than a dozen versions. Occasionally, a cryptic smile would appear on his lips, whether he was amused or annoyed.

An Qi's long, slender, fair hands with distinct knuckles firmly gripped the steering wheel, but her peripheral vision would occasionally sweep over the young man in the passenger seat, who seemed focused on scrolling through his phone but whose every pore exuded an aura of "I'm really unhappy right now."

His slightly furrowed brows, tightly pursed lips, and the "don't mess with me" profile...

Seeing this little rascal pretending to be calm and posting even though he had clearly been humiliated, An Qi felt incredibly pleased.

There was even a subtle sense of accomplishment, as if I had finally caught the cunning fox by the tail and was able to get my hands on him.

"What's wrong? Our class monitor, Ye?"

An Qi broke the silence first, her rosy lips curving into a smile, her voice laced with undisguised playfulness and teasing, "Am I not worthy of being your girlfriend?"

Ye Fan didn't even look up; his fingers swiped across the screen even faster.

"I'm sorry, Mr. An, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I may not have many girlfriends, but they are all gentle, considerate, and understanding."

"A hardcore boss like you, who casually drives a supercar and broadcasts through a megaphone to jam and interfere with other systems—I simply can't possibly be worthy of your presence."

"Giggle..."

An Qi let out a clear, bell-like laugh, yet with the magnetic quality of a mature woman, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"Oh dear, you seem really angry? You're so petty. It's not like a day without seeing you feels like three autumns. I missed you so much that I couldn't wait and used a little special method to run to the school to find you."

Ye Fan finally turned his head, glanced at her, and his lips twitched uncontrollably: "..."

Good guy!

This lie is so fresh and unconventional, and so righteously made up!

This woman's skin is so thick it would probably take a missile to blast it through!

Ye Fan was too lazy to continue this pointless verbal tug-of-war with her.

He shoved his phone into his pocket, sat up straighter, and said seriously:

"Alright, Mr. An, you've had your fill of acting. Just tell me what you want."

An Qi's profile is exquisitely sculpted, appearing even more three-dimensional under the deep blue light of the watch face.

She smiled slightly, not answering directly, but simply uttering a few words:

"What's the rush? I'll tell you when we get there."

Seeing that the woman was being mysterious again, Ye Fan simply stopped asking.

He adjusted the angle of his seat, crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and actually began to rest, adopting a "whatever, do whatever you want" attitude.

About forty minutes later, the roar of the sports car engine gradually subsided, and it slowly drove away from the main road, turned into a quiet tree-lined road, and finally stopped at the entrance of a heavily guarded racetrack located on the outskirts of Nanjing.

It was nearly 2 p.m., and the entire racetrack was eerily empty.

An Qi was clearly a top VIP here. The guards at the gate didn't even ask her anything. They just looked at the license plate and the driver through the window and pressed the button. The heavy electric gate slid open silently to both sides.

Watching the "Poison" smoothly drive into the gate, without stopping in the parking lot, but instead driving straight along the internal road towards the closed professional racetrack.

Ye Fan's ominous premonition grew stronger, and a chill inexplicably rose in his heart.

"Holy crap, An Qi, what are you trying to do?"

Ye Fan unconsciously sat up straight, his right hand gripping the handrail above the car door tightly, his voice filled with obvious vigilance.

How could he not be nervous?

Now he's sitting in the passenger seat of this woman whose emotions are unpredictable and whose style is fierce!

What if this seemingly unstable and domineering female CEO suddenly goes berserk, flooring the accelerator and taking him over 200 mph on this professional track, followed by a few high-speed corners and drifts...

His small frame can't withstand the torment of such a "deadly romance"!