"You... jerk!"
Ye Fei'Er was absolutely furious, her tightly clenched jade-like hand making cracking sounds. She felt she had never been as angered in her twenty-three years as she was today!
"Alright, you two, stop arguing." Nalan Suqin pressed Ye Fei'Er down into her seat and said with a smile, "Tell us, what exactly happened."
Ye Fei'Er gave Lin Fan a fierce glare and recounted the events.
After hearing the story, Nalan Suqin burst into loud laughter: "Lin Fan, you're really something, daring to provoke our Miss Ye! Lucky for you President Su was present, otherwise, you'd have been thrown out of Coastal First Grade already."
"Wasn't it just a bottle of red wine? Is it worth making such a fuss?" Lin Fan said, feeling frustrated.
"What? Just a bottle of red wine? Do you know what kind of wine that was? That's a 1982 Rafael, worth over sixty thousand per bottle. I had only two bottles in my collection, and yet you drank it like it was water!" Ye Fei'Er said with displeasure, hands on her hips.
"Uh... So, President Ye, you're sure that was a 1982 Rafael?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, speaking in an odd tone.
"What do you mean? Are you suggesting I'd fool you with fake wine?" Ye Fei'Er said fiercely, widening her eyes.
Lin Fan scratched his ear casually and said, "That's not impossible, or you might have been tricked by the seller, because that bottle was clearly a 1998 trash."
"What? My red wine is trash? Qin, this guy is too much. Don't blame me for not giving you face; I have to kick this jerk out of Coastal First Grade." Ye Fei'Er, infuriated, said.
"Big legs... President Ye, calm down first. How can you be sure that bottle was 1982 Rafael?" Lin Fan chuckled nonchalantly.
Lin Fan's question made Ye Fei'Er hesitant. But watching Lin Fan's smug expression, she was still annoyed and said, "So what if I'm sure?"
"That's strange, because supposedly every bottle of 1982 Rafael was bought out by a handsome guy known as the 'Tyrant' three years ago. Any 1982 Rafael on the market today, except for those stored from more than three years ago, are fakes."
"Also, President Ye, the taste of that Rafael you just had didn't quite seem pure; it tasted more like a 1998 Rafael." Lin Fan said with a confident smile.
Ye Fei'Er's brows immediately knitted together. She had heard about the "Tyrant" buying out the 1982 Rafael, and the two bottles she owned were purchased from a friend a year ago.
Back then, she was curious about how there could still be 1982 Rafael on the market. But because it was a friend, she hadn't doubted it.
Now, with Lin Fan pointing it out, Ye Fei'Er became suspicious and quickly took out her phone to dial a number.
"Hello! Mr. Du, the 1982 Rafael I bought from you, is it real? ... What? It's fake? It's 1998? You bastard, you've embarrassed me... Just wait until I get back to Yanjing to deal with you!" Ye Fei'Er yelled into the phone, angrily slamming it onto the table.
"What happened?" Nalan Suqin asked, puzzled.
"Hmph! That bastard Mr. Du actually scammed me. The Rafael he sold me isn't 1982, it's... 1998." As she spoke, Ye Fei'Er couldn't help but look up at Lin Fan, curious about how this guy guessed the vintage?
"See, I wasn't lying, was I?" Lin Fan shrugged, giving a carefree smile.
"Alright, alright, since the misunderstanding is cleared up, let's eat." Nalan Suqin steered the conversation away, laughing as she spoke.
"Ah, I'm hungry too. Let's eat quickly."
Not standing on ceremony, Lin Fan grabbed a drumstick and started munching, completely unfazed by matters of propriety, leaving the two women flabbergasted!
"Lin Fan, in front of two beautiful ladies, can't you eat more gracefully?" Nalan Suqin rolled her eyes and snapped.
"Eating is eating, being a gentleman is being a gentleman, the two shouldn't be mixed. Besides, I'm not a gentleman, and there's no need to put on airs in front of friends—that's just tiring." Lin Fan shrugged, dismissively.
Hearing this, Nalan Suqin and Ye Fei'Er exchanged glances, thinking about those they met every day who pretended to be gentlemen, but were actually really vile inside. Instead, they admired Lin Fan's candidness.
Soon enough, Lin Fan finished eating, patted his belly, burped, and said: "Ladies, I'm full. You carry on eating—I'm going to the seaside to feel the breeze and have a smoke."
With that, Lin Fan got up and left leisurely.
Watching Lin Fan's retreating figure, Nalan Suqin and Ye Fei'Er frowned. Lin Fan's carefree demeanor seemed to meld with his whole being, making it impossible for anyone to hate it, and was rather nonchalant, going with the flow!
Such a free-spirited person is either a fool or someone who has gone through many ups and downs, is incredibly strong and confident, and dares to face any rumors and slander.
In comparison, the two women were more inclined to believe Lin Fan was the latter.
"Qin, who exactly is this Lin Fan?" Ye Fei'Er couldn't suppress her curiosity as she stared at Lin Fan's back, and asked.
"What? Have you fallen for him? Hey! Your sister is still here, quickly retract your gaze, your soul is about to be taken by Lin Fan." Nalan Suqin teased playfully.
A blush immediately crept onto Ye Fei'Er's pretty face. She said, "Qin, don't talk nonsense, why would I fall for this jerk? I'm just very curious about how he could tell the wines apart by vintage?"
Mentioning this, Nalan Suqin also fell into deep thought, looking with profound eyes at Lin Fan, who was sitting by the sea, puffing smoke.
Regarding her skill in judging people, Nalan Suqin was very confident. However, recalling her interactions with Lin Fan, she found Lin Fan to be like an enigma, one she couldn't figure out!
"Hmph! Qin, you say my soul is almost taken by Lin Fan, but it's you who is more into him." Ye Fei'Er pouted.
"Hehe, this little brother is quite interesting, if I could bring him in, that'd actually be a good idea." Nalan Suqin laughed unrestrainedly.
"Qin, you're such a flirt! Women must learn to be reserved if they want men to cherish them." Ye Fei'Er said.
"I've been flirtatious, not just a day or two, how about, little sister, do you want to see your sister's seduction skill?" Nalan Suqin teased with a smile, gently stroking Ye Fei'Er's jade hand.
Thinking of a private moment shared with Nalan Suqin, Ye Fei'Er's face flushed red again, saying shyly, "Qin, let's... not do that, I... I like men."
Upon hearing this, Nalan Suqin was momentarily stunned, then busted into hearty laughter at Ye Fei'Er's naivety, her prominent bust almost bursting through the buttons!
"Haha! Silly sister, just a few days passed, how did you become more and more simple-minded? Sister is a normal woman, that was just a bit of thirst back then." Nalan Suqin fondly caressed Ye Fei'Er's cheek, laughing out loud.
"Ah, Qin, you're teasing me again." Ye Fei'Er, her fierce demeanor turned to coquetry.
"By the way, Fei'Er, don't you feel Lin Fan is different from the men we've met before?" Nalan Suqin suddenly asked.
"I was just about to say this to you, Qin. This Lin Fan is indeed quite different. I even feel that compared to him, the Four Young Masters of Yanjing are like mere specks competing with the sun and moon." Ye Fei'Er furrowed her brows, saying seriously.
"If I guess correctly, Lin Fan must have experienced a past we can hardly imagine, or... we're not even from the same world." Nalan Suqin said in a surprisingly remarkable way.