Ye Chenfeng knew the words had two meanings, and Ximen Leiting obviously meant the second one.
"Ye, this woman is truly top-notch. But I’m somewhat familiar with wealthy ladies like her in Macau, and I don’t seem to have seen this one before?" Ximen Leiting said with surprise.
Ye Chenfeng gave him a look, "Of course she’s not from Macau, didn’t you see the Capital City license plate?"
Hearing this, Ximen Leiting looked at the license plate of the Bugatti Veyron and indeed, it was from Capital City.
"So, she’s a top-quality woman from Capital City, eh? Ye, do you dare to ask how old she is? Maybe we could have a wonderful night together," Ximen Leiting said with a suggestive smile.
"What’s there to dare?"
Ye Chenfeng tossed his cigarette to the ground and stamped it out with his foot before slowly walking over.
Approaching nonchalantly, Ye saw the woman seemed in discomfort, hunched over and leaning against the front of the car, looking to be in extreme pain.
Yet, from a close distance, the woman offered Ye Chenfeng a stimulating feast for the eyes and nose.
Yves Saint Laurent’s Opium perfume, with its spicy, mysterious scent, provides the greatest olfactory stimulation and perfectly complements a woman exuding raw, sensual beauty.
Her luxurious necklace, bracelet, watch, and black stilettos, all of high value, harmonized on this woman, providing the perfect interpretation and displaying their utmost value.
Ye Chenfeng’s gaze suddenly sharpened, spotting several strong presences around, obviously the woman’s guards.
Perhaps sensing someone approaching, the woman slowly turned around.
Her delicate, enchanting face immediately caught Ye Chenfeng’s attention.
Moreover, the mature beauty of this woman was the work of years carefully sculpted; it wasn’t something any woman could possess if they so desired.
But there was a trace of pain in her features, adding a touch of tenderness.
Her eyes, like pools of Qiushui, carried a gentle haze, and her full, sexy red lips were curved in a teasing, intoxicating smile.
Her charm was captivating, her allure sparkling in all directions.
A gust of breeze sent her wavy brown hair into disarray, partially covering her face, creating a hazy beauty.
"Beautiful lady, how old are you?"
Ye Chenfeng’s heart pounded nonstop, this woman was the most mature and sensual he had encountered, apart from that madwoman from the Ice Snow Holy Kingdom.
The woman steadied herself, her lovely eyes sparking, her lips curled in an amused and tantalizing smile, "Sir, it’s impolite to ask a woman’s age so abruptly."
The woman hesitated, clearly not expecting Ye to ask in such a manner.
She couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Upon taking a closer look at Ye Chenfeng, and seeing him thinking there was something on his face, she parted her lips to say in a sultry voice, "You are very brave."
"Today’s the day when the timid die off and the bold thrive. Why shouldn’t I be bolder? Besides, beautiful lady, you haven’t answered my question yet," Ye Chenfeng reminded her.
The woman, looking amused, countered, "Why should I tell you?"
"It’s important, it decides whether my attitude towards you is as hot as summer or as gentle as spring," Ye said earnestly.
"Ha ha, it’s not important."
Ye looked at her and proposed, "You must be thirsty. How about I treat you to a chilled drink?"
"Sorry, I’ve been avoiding cold drinks recently."
"Oh, that’s a real shame, beautiful lady. You’ve missed out on the drink I was offering," Ye lamented with a sigh.
Ximen Leiting also sighed from afar, lamenting their chance encounter with such a fine woman only for an issue to arise.
"You seem to be in some trouble?" Ye Chenfeng observed the stunning mature beauty frowning and couldn’t help but ask.
She nodded, "That’s right, I need to get back to the hotel urgently, but I can’t drive myself."
"I’ll help you! I love to lend a hand when needed," Ye cheerfully offered.
"You’ll help me drive?" Ye asked in astonishment, clearly doubting Ye’s ability to handle the Bugatti Veyron; Divine Land had but a few, and she didn’t believe Ye could drive it.
With a "thump," Ye opened the car door.
The woman startled, wondering when the car keys had gotten into Ye’s hand.
Getting into the car with questions, she watched Ye, curious to see how he’d manage the luxurious vehicle.
Then she was taken aback, as Ye seemed very familiar with the car’s layout.
For instance, the car had a seven-speed dual-clutch transmission, but Ye handled it as if it was a well-traveled road for him.