Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 432 Why do they all call you Young Master Ye?

After saying that, Lin Qingyang didn't linger and led a group of people away from the small courtyard as quickly as the tide.

Before leaving, the thugs' gazes toward Wen Qi and her daughter changed from greed and lust to a complex mix of curiosity and a hint of fear.

This gesture gave Ye Fan a tremendous amount of face.

Wu Shaojie lagged behind, and as he passed Ye Fan, he leaned close to Ye Fan's ear and whispered in a cheeky voice, making faces, "Old Ye, oh Old Ye!"

He grinned knowingly and mischievously: "So that's why you didn't bring any girls today! Turns out you had a 'family member' who followed you straight here! Awesome! Absolutely awesome! Bro, you're my brother! You'll have to teach me that 'playing hard to get' trick later, you're really good at it!"

He patted Ye Fan's shoulder hard, leaving behind a series of meaningful "hehe" laughs, and then quickly slipped out of the yard.

As the noise subsided, even the polluted air seemed to become a little fresher.

The courtyard, which had just been filled with threats, despair, and lewdness, suddenly became eerily quiet.

Only three people remained.

Ye Fan remained standing in the same spot, calmly watching the mother and daughter who were still reeling from this dramatic turn of events.

Lu Bingxian's body trembled slightly, her face a mixture of disbelief, shock, bewilderment at surviving a disaster, and a complex, indescribable shame and gratitude as she looked at Ye Fan.

Wen Qi, tears still clinging to her long eyelashes, her delicate face flushed, now burning hot from Wu Shaojie's words "family" and Ye Fan's calm gaze.

Her mind went blank, and she had no idea how to deal with the situation. She could only instinctively hold her mother's cold hand tightly, as if it were her only support.

The last rays of the setting sun slanted into the courtyard, casting long, long shadows of the three people.

Silence spread across the bluestone pavement, carrying immense weight and countless questions.

......

Lu Bingxian and Wen Qi stood frozen in place like two statues under a spell.

My mind went blank, with only my heart pounding wildly in my chest, a powerful sense of unreality over surviving such a disaster.

From the depths of hell to a glimmer of hope, the upheaval came too fast and too violently! It felt as if one second you were being held to the forehead by a cold gun barrel, and the next you were being gently lifted up and told it was all just a nightmare.

This extreme contrast left them dizzy and almost unable to think.

The key fulcrum that would turn this lever of fate stood just a few steps away—a young man with a cold and aloof demeanor named Ye Fan.

Wen Qi lifted her tear-streaked face and looked at Ye Fan again. The shame and rage she felt when they first bumped into each other were gone, replaced by shock, disbelief, and a burning curiosity.

Just a few minutes ago, she wished she could disappear from Ye Fan's sight immediately; it was an humiliating feeling of being stripped of all dignity.

And now...

What is her relationship with Ye Fan? They are just classmates in the same major who occasionally bump into each other in the student council office and exchange a few words about school affairs.

They didn't even add each other on WeChat; their acquaintance was barely even a nodding acquaintance.

But this almost transparent "classmate" relationship became their only lifeline at this moment!

Lin Qingyang's statement, "Repay the principal within two years, and all interest will be waived," and even "give an extra year," was like a heavy shackle being suddenly loosened!

Although the mountain of debt still weighs heavily on them, at least it's no longer the guillotine hanging over their heads, ready to fall at any moment! They have room to breathe, and a chance to struggle for survival!

An overwhelming sense of gratitude washed away the cold despair that had just followed.

But what followed was an even stronger vortex of curiosity! Who exactly is Ye Fan?

At school, he was a shining star, a legendary figure with exceptional abilities, from a wealthy family, and outstanding in appearance.

She had heard of all of these things, and had even admired his stage presence from afar.

But she never imagined that this halo could extend beyond the school, reaching out to Lin Qingyang, a local tyrant who had been entrenched in Jinling for many years!

"Young Master Ye"...

Lin Qingyang's respectful, even slightly obsequious, address echoed repeatedly in her mind.

That's an attitude that can't be earned through mere friendship!

She subconsciously covered her slightly parted cherry lips, as if to hide the turmoil in her heart. Her clear eyes flickered with complex light, and her voice trembled slightly and cautiously: "Ye Fan."

She mustered her courage and asked, "You... how do you know them? And why do they all call you Young Master Ye?"

She paused, seemingly realizing her question was abrupt, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her voice lowered: "I...I'm just...too...too surprised..."

Everything before her eyes seemed like a dream, making her feel unsteady on her feet, as if she were afraid it would shatter at the slightest touch.

Lu Bingxian's shock was far deeper and more complex than that of her daughter.

As an adult who has lived in Nanjing for many years and seen the world, she knows better what the name "Lin Qingyang" means locally—the CEO of a listed company, a family background that has connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles, and a deeply rooted local power!

Such a person could practically do whatever he wanted in Jinling City!

But Lin Qingyang, who had been so ferocious towards the mother and daughter just moments before, was as docile as a dog in front of Ye Fan!

Just because Ye Fan casually said, "She's my classmate," Lin Qingyang didn't hesitate to give up the high interest that was within his grasp and the possible "other" compensation. He even took the initiative to extend the repayment period, lowering his posture to the dust!

The energy, background, or even Ye Fan's own weight behind this made Lu Bingxian's heart pound with fear!

Countless guesses flashed through her mind in an instant—a scion of a wealthy family from the capital? A third-generation member of the elite with an unfathomable background? The heir to some massive conglomerate?

She couldn't help but turn her head to look at her daughter, her voice filled with lingering fear and undisguised astonishment: "Qiqi... this... is this really your classmate?"

She confirmed again, her tone tinged with complex emotions: "Nanjing University is truly a place where hidden talents abound!"

Wen Qi nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with gratitude and an almost worshipful light she herself hadn't even realized she was looking at Ye Fan: "Yes, Mom, he's Ye Fan!"

Mentioning Ye Fan's name, her tone became lighter, tinged with a hint of pride: "We're in the same major, just different classes. He was the top scorer in the college entrance exam! He's super famous in school!"

After the introductions, she turned to Ye Fan, revealing a sweet smile that came from the bottom of her heart, filled with the joy of surviving a close call and sincere gratitude. Her cheeks still bore traces of tears, yet she was as beautiful and delicate as a lotus flower after the rain: "Ye Fan, thank you so much... thank you so much!"