The First Car of His Life

Seeing the two of them openly welch on their bet, Lin Yiyi looked at them with utter contempt.

"Sir, ma'am, Mr. Ye did indeed pay in full for this Mercedes-Benz G-Class. I guarantee it on Mercedes-Benz's century-long reputation! Besides, given Mr. Ye's wealth, buying a car for 2.1 million yuan is easy for him. Do you see the watch he's wearing? It's a classic Patek Philippe Phantom, which costs a staggering 7 million yuan."

Looking at the two of them standing there in a daze, Ye Feng said coldly, "It's time to honor your bet. Get on your knees and bark like dogs!"

"That's impossible! How could you afford it? Were you lying to me all along? You were so rich, so why did you pretend to be so poor? Otherwise, why would I have left you?" Meng Yue's feelings were a tangled mess. She liked Ye Feng very much. He was handsome, strong, and exceptionally capable, and people envied him wherever he went. But none of that could put food on the table. For the sake of a better life, she had listened to her best friend Zhang Meng's persuasion, dumped Ye Feng, and chosen Wang Yong. But now it all seemed so ridiculous. She had thrown away an unpolished gem.

Beside her, Wang Yong's face turned red. Wearing a vicious expression, he slapped Meng Yue across the face.

"Shut up! Come with me!" He had no intention of getting on his knees and barking like a dog. Right now, he was desperate to escape this place of humiliation.

"Kid, don't think having a little money means you can take me on. If the mountain doesn't turn, the water will. Just you wait!"

After delivering his threat, Wang Yong dragged Meng Yue away in a panicked retreat.

Ye Feng watched the two leave, feeling a wave of disappointment. He wasn't disappointed in Meng Yue, but in his past self. Had he been blind to choose such a gold digger as his girlfriend?

"Mr. Ye, are you really letting them go that easily?" In Lin Yiyi's view, only by humiliating those two and taking ruthless revenge on them could she vent her anger!

"Let them go. Demon City isn't exactly small, but it isn't all that big either. There'll be plenty of chances in the future."

Driving his beloved G-Class, Ye Feng left the dealership. As he took in the beautiful sights of Demon City along the way, he couldn't help exclaiming, "Not having to work is fucking awesome! Hehe, not having to work and still having money is even more fucking awesome!"

Ding, ding, ding. His phone rang just then. Ye Feng picked it up and answered, and a pleasant voice came through.

"Brother, brother, guess who I am?"

Ye Feng smiled as he listened to the voice on the phone. It was his younger sister, Ye Lin. The siblings had been very close since childhood, and she had always relied heavily on him.

"Let me guess. Is it our little piggy Lin?"

"How mean! You stinky brother, all you ever do is tease me. Oh, right, brother, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?" Ye Lin asked coquettishly.

"Then let's hear the bad news first."

"Uh, bro~ why aren't you following the script? There's no bad news. Hehe, the good news is that my admission letter came. Guess which university it is?"

"Uh, could it be Peking University? Hehe, our family has produced a great talent!"

"No! Brother, you're so silly. I got into Demon City University! Hehe, I'll get to see you soon. Aren't you excited for your adorable little sister to come?"

"No, I'm not. You're such a mischievous little thing. Who knows how you'll torment me once you get here?"

"How mean! Brother, Mom and Dad are throwing me an admission banquet in a few days. Do you have time to come back for it?"

"Of course. I'll definitely be there for our little princess's admission banquet."

"Yay! You're the best, brother! I have to go. Mom and Dad are calling me to eat. Remember to eat too, okay?"

Ye Feng hung up with a smile on his face. He doted on his little sister. Whenever Ye Lin got into trouble and their mother hit her when they were little, she would run behind Ye Feng and stick her tongue out at their mother with a smug look on her face. He had often gotten caught up in it because of her.

Meanwhile, Ye Lin ran out of her room after the call.

"You silly girl, you're all grown up, but you still rush around like a whirlwind. You don't act like a girl at all. Come eat." Mother Ye had set out the meal and was nagging at Ye Lin.

"Old Ye, come wash your hands and eat. Every day, you start fussing over your flowers and plants the moment you get home from work. You never even think to lend me a hand."

"I know, I'm coming. Honey, you're so capable that I'd only get in your way," Father Ye said ingratiatingly.

"You old man, that mouth of yours is all you've got. Come eat." Mother Ye smiled, clearly pleased.

"Mom, Dad, I just called my brother. He said he'd come to my admission banquet. Hehe."

"You silly girl, your brother is still doing his internship in Demon City. How would he have time to come back? He must have said that to make you happy. Once the semester starts, you'll be going to Demon City too, so don't put your brother through the trouble." Mother Ye felt sorry for her son. He was out there alone with no one to rely on. As his parents, they couldn't help him much, so all they could do was avoid causing him trouble.

"Hmph, my brother will definitely come. He never lies to me."

"You girl, they say daughters are close to their fathers, but you've turned that around and gotten close to your brother instead. Your poor old father is heartbroken." Seeing Ye Lin pout, Father Ye teased her too.

Meanwhile, Ye Feng had begun to feel homesick. Since starting his senior-year internship, he hadn't been home in over half a year. He would definitely go back and stay a few extra days for his little sister's admission banquet.

Thinking about how Ye Lin would also be coming to Demon City for university, Ye Feng felt it was time to buy a home. He still had 1.2 billion yuan in his account, more than enough to buy a place in Demon City, and there was also the system cashback. Hehe. He would go house-hunting tomorrow.

Just then, a rumbling sound came from his stomach. It had begun to protest. He had spent the day buying this and that, and in all the excitement, he had forgotten to eat.

He took out his phone and saw a highly rated antique-style restaurant nearby. He looked at the reviews, which were almost all positive. That settled it.

He opened the navigation app and set off for the antique-style restaurant, Phoenix Cry Pavilion.

Ten minutes later, Ye Feng arrived at his destination. He parked the car and walked to the entrance of Phoenix Cry Pavilion. The antique Chinese-style doors were carved with exquisite patterns, and two golden door knockers swung against them, producing a pleasant sound. Inside the restaurant were rustic tables and chairs, carved screens, and rows of exquisite lanterns. Landscape paintings and works of calligraphy hung on the walls, making him feel as though he had stepped into the height of the Tang dynasty.

Outside was the noisy city; inside was the splendor of the Tang at its peak. The stark visual contrast struck Ye Feng and left him deeply awed.

Sure enough, its great reputation was well deserved.

Because he had come fairly early, there weren't many people yet, and Ye Feng easily got a table.

"Honored guest, what would you like to eat?" a server asked, coming over to Ye Feng.

Being called "honored guest" caught him off guard.

"Honored guest, the antique style of Phoenix Cry Pavilion extends beyond the decor to the way we address people. If you need a server, simply call out 'waiter.'"

Ye Feng had never encountered this approach before and found it novel, but he soon composed himself.