Money at Last

Ye Fan sprawled in the back seat, his limbs splayed.

As Jiang Hailin drove, he happened to catch sight of Ye Fan's outrageously languid pose in the rearview mirror.

"Young Master Ye, you look pretty tired."

"I overexerted myself just now, so I'm a little drained!" Ye Fan said lazily.

Jiang Hailin fell silent. Why did that sound so suggestive?

"Young Master Ye, will what happened to my older brother leave any lasting effects?"

Ye Fan rolled his eyes. "You want to know?"

Jiang Hailin nodded. "I do."

Ye Fan sighed. "Since you want to know, I'll tell you. He'll lose a few years of his lifespan. Actually, it's not just your brother. Even you might lose some time. But don't worry. You'll lose a month or two at most. Compared to your brother, you got off lightly."

Jiang Hailin slammed on the brakes, jolting Ye Fan. "Why did you stop?" Ye Fan grumbled.

"Boss Ye, our lives will be shortened? Is there any way to fix it?" Jiang Hailin asked urgently.

Ye Fan looked at the horrified Jiang Hailin in puzzlement. "What are you so scared of? You went out in the middle of the night to play with ghosts! That means you'd already thrown caution to the wind about living or dying! If you're not even afraid of death, why are you scared of losing a few days?"

Jiang Hailin fell silent. I'm not that brave! I went out at midnight to play with ghosts, but I didn't want to die! I just thought it would be fun! I've regretted it for ages already.

"Young Master Ye, you have to save me!" Jiang Hailin said.

Ye Fan said helplessly, "An herbal decoction to replenish your yang energy would help. Some of the herbs are hard to find, though, and rather expensive."

"I'll figure that part out," Jiang Hailin said.

Ye Fan nodded. "All right. I'll send you the prescription later."

"Thank you, Young Master Ye," Jiang Hailin said gratefully.

Ye Fan smiled. "No need to be so polite!"

Not long after Ye Fan returned home, another twelve million appeared in his account. Nine million was the remaining payment, transferred by Qian Yu. The other three million had come from Jiang Hailin, probably as a thank-you gift.

With over ten million more in his account, Ye Fan was in a good mood.

With over ten million in his pocket, Ye Fan felt much more confident. He drove straight to the largest medicinal herb market in Cang City.

Hundreds of shops lined Medicinal Herb Street in Cang City, making for an impressive sight.

"Sir, has any herb caught your eye?"

"This one," Ye Fan said, pointing at a ginseng root in the display case.

"Sir, you have an excellent eye. This red ginseng has aged well and is the prized treasure of our shop. The price is three million."

Ye Fan nodded. "I'll take it."

Looking at the red ginseng in the display case, Ye Fan felt pleased. Red ginseng and blood ginseng looked extremely similar. He hadn't expected to find blood ginseng here. The moment he entered the shop, he had sensed an unusually abundant source of spiritual energy and quickly found what he was after.

"That red ginseng looks excellent! I'll take it. How much?" A young man walked in, and his eyes lit up at the sight of the blood ginseng on the counter. He immediately spoke with the confidence of someone with money to burn.

"This customer has already bought the red ginseng." The saleswoman felt rather helpless. It's been sitting here for years without anyone showing interest, and now two people want it on the same day.

"Zhao Liang, have you found anything suitable yet?" Ye Yinglan walked in.

"Ye Fan, it's you! What are you doing here?" Ye Yinglan asked, looking at him.

Ye Fan snorted. "What's it got to do with you?" Ye Yinglan had made plenty of trouble for the original owner of his body throughout their childhood. Just seeing her annoyed him.

"I had my eye on this red ginseng, but your older brother bought it," Zhao Liang said.

Ye Yinglan frowned and turned to the saleswoman beside her. "How much is this red ginseng?"

"Three million!"

Ye Yinglan glared at Ye Fan resentfully. "Ye Fan, where did you get the money? Did you steal it from the family?"

Ye Fan gave a cold laugh and slapped Ye Yinglan hard across the face. "You little brat, how dare you slander me! You ill-mannered wretch. Just what I'd expect from a mistress's daughter-all you know how to do is spout nonsense."

Ye Fan hadn't held back, and Ye Yinglan's face swelled at once.

Clutching her face, Ye Yinglan stared at Ye Fan in disbelief. "You... you actually dared to hit me?"

Ye Fan said indifferently, "You were asking for it. Why shouldn't I hit you?"

Ye Yinglan was speechless.

Zhao Liang glared at Ye Fan in fury. "You bastard, you..."

Zhao Liang swung a fist at Ye Fan. Ye Fan caught his arm and sent him crashing to the floor with a shoulder throw. "You look like your kidneys are shot, and you still want to play the hero rescuing a beauty? Standing up for a beauty is one thing, but standing up for a bitch? Is there something wrong with your head?"

Ye Fan picked up the red ginseng from the counter and walked out. Ye Yinglan watched him with reddened eyes. "Ye Fan, just you wait..."

Ye Fan glanced back at Ye Yinglan, gave a cold laugh, and strode away without a care.