Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 384: Real Feedback from Users!

The four (Ye Fan, Wang Congcong, Irina, and Valentina) arrived at the luxurious scenic restaurant on the top floor of the resort, where a waiter respectfully led them into a private window-side room.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a lush mountain view, bathed in bright sunlight.

As soon as I sat down, a waiter served me fragrant tea.

Just as Ye Fan picked up the menu, the commotion beside him caught Wang Congcong's attention.

Valentina naturally walked behind Ye Fan, her soft yet strong hands already resting on his shoulders, skillfully kneading his trapezius muscles that were tense from shooting. Her movements were gentle yet just right, and Ye Fan comfortably squinted his eyes.

On the other side, Irina quietly picked up the celadon teapot on the table and gracefully filled the teacup in front of Ye Fan. The water temperature was just right, and the aroma of tea wafted through the air.

She gently pushed the teacup towards Ye Fan, her icy blue eyes showing a hint of barely perceptible concern.

The whole process was smooth and considerate, as if it had been rehearsed a thousand times, yet it was full of natural intimacy.

Ye Fan enjoyed it calmly, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

Wang Congcong, who was standing to the side, almost had his eyes pop out of his head!

He opened his mouth, his face filled with confusion, envy, and a hint of... hurt?

Wang Congcong finally couldn't hold back any longer, lowering her voice with a hint of bewilderment and frustration:

"No... Old Ye, this treatment is outrageous! The hotel I chose (Japan) is supposed to be known for its 'attentive service,' right? How come I have to pour myself even a glass of water this morning?"

He looked at the passionate Valentina with suspicion: "Could it be... that Latin Americans are more gentle and virtuous?"

But he immediately contradicted himself: "That's not right either! When I was studying in England, I dated a few European and American girlfriends. Forget about massaging my shoulders or pouring me tea, they were lucky if they didn't kick me in the morning to make me make breakfast!"

His tone was filled with lessons learned through blood and tears.

Ye Fan had just swallowed a piece of tender, juicy abalone that Irina had handed him with a silver fork when he heard this. He elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at Wang Congcong with a half-smile, and slowly said:

"Old Wang, is it possible... that the problem isn't with nationality or the girl, but with—you?"

Wang Congcong was struck dumb as if by lightning!

He subconsciously glanced at the two beauties beside Ye Fan.

Valentina was whispering something in Ye Fan's ear, her emerald eyes filled with undisguised adoration and joy. Although Irina was quiet, when her ice-blue eyes fell on Ye Fan's profile, she was so focused that it was as if the whole world consisted of only him.

It was a heartfelt, almost blind, admiration and satisfaction!

Wang Congcong understood!

A huge surge of acid called "jealousy" instantly overwhelmed him!

Damn it! By what right?

Handsome? From a good family? With superhuman physical abilities?

Even his womanizing is accompanied by a kingly aura?

Is this kid being fed by God?

Is there not a single flaw in him?

Damn, what a DJ!

Wang, who was always bursting with self-confidence, felt a sense of inferiority he had never felt before.

Think about how I spent so much time texting girls that my hand ached, only to be called a "greasy old man," and then look at Ye Fan's situation...

Two charming foreign women were completely subdued, tender, and happy overnight!

The contrast is just too stark!

Wang Congcong felt a tightness in her chest and her nose started to sting slightly.

No way! He must have some secret!

Wang Congcong took a deep breath, leaned forward, and got closer to Ye Fan. His voice was even lower, carrying a desperate inquiry and a hint of barely perceptible humility: "Old Ye... tell your brother the truth."

His eyes darted around, giving Ye Fan a suggestive glance down to his waist and below: "Did you secretly eat something... high-tech?"

The implication is that they suspect Ye Fan is using drugs to enhance his "combat power".

Seeing Ye Fan's blank expression, as if he didn't understand, Wang Congcong became anxious and added as if she were going to do something else:

"Hey! We're both men! What's there to be ashamed of? With our relationship, would I laugh at you? I'm doing this for your own good, bro! You're still young, you don't know how many side effects those things have! They're bad for your health! Taking too much is really bad!"

He adopted a convincing, well-meaning attitude, as if he were saying, "I'm doing this for your own good."

Ye Fan's gaze towards Wang Congcong instantly changed from that of a friend to that of a hopeless idiot.

He sighed helplessly, said nothing, but turned his head slightly and glanced at the two beauties beside him.

Valentina and Irina, being so intelligent, immediately understood Wang Congcong's subtext.

The two exchanged a glance, then looked at Wang Congcong simultaneously, their faces displaying extremely vivid and determined expressions.

Valentina burst out laughing, shaking her head vigorously. Her emerald eyes were filled with disbelief, as if to say, "Are you kidding me?" She emphasized in heavily accented Latino Chinese, "No! No! No! Mr. Ye is...natural! Very strong! Like a lion!"

Irina was more reserved, but her icy blue eyes stared directly at Wang Congcong. She shook her head clearly and slowly, her red lips slightly parted, and added in a cold voice with an Eastern European accent, "Absolutely not. He needs nothing."

This is genuine feedback from users!

This is the most hardcore reputation certification!

Looking at the two foreign beauties' resolute and unquestionable denial, and then at Ye Fan's nonchalant expression that seemed to say, "Do you believe me now?", Wang Congcong thought to herself.

He felt like his world had collapsed!

The last glimmer of hope has been shattered!

A surge of immense grief and indignation welled up within him, and Wang Congcong felt his vision blur. His back teeth clenched so tightly that they almost made a "tough guy cry" on the spot.

This is... actually real?

A talent advantage that completely overwhelms others?! This is inhuman!

Ye Fan looked at Wang Congcong's "worldview collapsing" expression, his back teeth almost grinding to powder, and felt both amused and helpless. He interrupted his lamentation in an annoyed tone:

"Alright, alright, Lao Wang! Stop with your 'tough guy crying' act! Spit it out! You came to me for serious business, right? Why all the nonsense!"

Ye Fan's opinion of Wang Congcong actually improved.

This guy's personality is indeed quite similar to how he usually portrays himself online.

They are straightforward, unpretentious, and honest; they say what they think, making them easy and comfortable to be around.

This kind of "authenticity" is actually quite rare in the second-generation elite circle.

Of course, given his background in philosophy, he does possess an almost obsessive idealism, but fortunately, it is confined to his unique "emotional universe."

In business and in his interactions with friends, he displays a completely different shrewdness and straightforwardness.

This "split" made Ye Fan feel that this person was real, interesting, and worth befriending.