N-M Chapter 377 Who doesn't know the nation's husband?
Chapter 377 Who doesn't know the nation's husband?
His smile remained unchanged, tinged with obvious curiosity and scrutiny, but his tone became more sincere: "This... must be the Young Master Ye that Old Fang has been talking about in my ear eight hundred times? I've heard so much about you, your name is legendary!"
Fang Yu chimed in at the opportune moment, his tone slightly teasing: "It is indeed Ye Fan, Young Master Ye. He just got into university and was only recently 'released' from his family; he's still very much a novelty here."
He deliberately emphasized the word "release".
Wang Congcong immediately understood the subtext of "released".
The person in front of me is a member of a top-tier family who keeps a low profile.
He toned down his casual demeanor, stepped forward seriously, and extended his hand decisively: "Hello, Wang Congcong."
Ye Fan calmly stood up, smiled, and shook the other person's hand, saying neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Hello, Ye Fan."
Wang Congcong naturally sat down in the empty seat next to Ye Fan, leaning slightly towards him, without any airs, as if they were old friends reunited: "Old Fang has praised you a lot, and I've been wanting to find a chance to get to know you. I happened to be in Jinling on business this time, and I heard you were here too, so I shamelessly came to freeload. I hope you don't think I'm being presumptuous, Young Master Ye!"
His words were full of enthusiasm, yet he maintained a perfect sense of propriety.
Ye Fan knew perfectly well that this was the real Wang Congcong.
Having grown up immersed in the world of fame and fortune, he is well-versed in interpersonal relationships and possesses extremely high emotional intelligence.
The online "entertainment industry watchdog" who criticizes everyone and everything may have some genuine personality, but it's more of a persona that he intentionally or unintentionally creates when facing the public, or it's simply a "lower-dimensional attack" when dealing with certain social classes (such as internet celebrities) that he's too lazy to put in the effort.
Those widely circulated "corny pickup lines" are more like a stereotyped form of entertainment, and certainly not his true self within the inner circle.
Ye Fan smiled and responded just as politely: "Young Master Wang is too kind. How could I mind? It's my honor to know you. Everyone online knows the name 'National Husband'."
He cleverly used the other person's most well-known title, with a hint of good-natured teasing.
"Hey, it's all just netizens making things up, don't take it seriously." Wang Congcong waved her hand, her smile carrying a hint of helplessness and self-deprecation, clearly showing that she both loved and hated this title.
The two exchanged a few lighthearted banter, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
Soon, Wang Congcong noticed the unusual atmosphere in the private room.
He glanced around, his gaze lingering briefly on the woman playing the zither, seemingly blending into the background. He then raised an eyebrow at Fang Yu, his tone playful: "Old Fang, something's not right. This private room's like a meditation room, all serene and abstinent. Where's the girl? This isn't like any of you!"
He deliberately emphasized the phrase "you guys".
Fang Yu rolled his eyes at him, then pointed at Ye Fan: "Do you think everyone's as impatient as you? If it were me and Lao Qin, we would have started long ago. But today, Young Master Ye is here, he's the guest of honor! He said we'd wait until you arrive, to give you, Young Master Wang, the utmost respect and face! Aren't we all waiting?"
He pronounced the words "respect and face" with exceptional clarity.
Wang Congcong's relaxed smile froze slightly, and she looked at Ye Fan with a hint of genuine surprise.
respect?
Wang Congcong has never lacked respect from others, but most of that respect is for the "richest man in China" behind him. He has long been used to it and even somewhat numb to it.
However, the identity and background of the Ye Fan in front of him are equally unfathomable (at least in his mind), and may even be higher.
In this circle of top-tier second-generation elites, it's normal for everyone to treat each other as equals and be polite to one another. But it's truly rare for someone like Ye Fan to be willing to postpone his entertainment plans for a "newcomer" he's just met, showing such proactive and clear respect...
This carries more weight than ten thousand polite words.
Especially after getting used to some arrogant and domineering peers in Kyoto, Ye Fan's unassuming yet genuine respect was like a warm current, giving Wang Congcong a slight tremor in her heart and a surge of genuine appreciation and emotion.
Without saying a word, he grabbed the glass of wine that had just been poured in front of him, the amber liquid swirling in the glass.
He faced Ye Fan with an unusually serious expression, his eyes conveying a solemn "I understand what you mean" attitude: "Ye Fan, I won't say anything more."
He paused, then said, word by word, "I, Wang Congcong, will remember this respect!"
After saying that, he tilted his head back and downed the strong liquor in his glass in one gulp, his movements swift and decisive.
Looking at the rare sincerity in the other person's eyes, Ye Fan also picked up the glass of wine left over from their earlier toast.
He didn't make any grand pronouncements; he simply met Wang Congcong's gaze, raised his glass just as decisively, and drank the remaining wine in it.
Put down the wine glass.
Wang Congcong extended his hand again, this time not as a polite handshake, but a firm grip imbued with a sense of chivalry, his voice low but firm: "In the future, whether in Shanghai, Beijing, or anywhere else, if anything happens, just say the word if I can help!"
His eyes were intense, conveying a sense of commitment to "doing what he says".
Ye Fan also felt the weight of this promise, and smiled as he shook hands with him firmly.
Their eyes met, and a tacit understanding, transcending their first meeting and imbued with mutual appreciation, was quietly achieved amidst the flowing sounds of the pipa.
The atmosphere in the private room suddenly warmed up because of this glass of wine and this promise.
Seeing that Ye Fan and Wang Congcong were chatting happily and in a harmonious atmosphere, Fang Yu's smile deepened.
He sat down on the other side of Ye Fan and snapped his fingers at the middle-aged man who stood by his side like a shadow: "Alright, let them in."
"Yes, Young Master Fang." The middle-aged man bowed in response and quietly left the private room.
The brief silence in the private room was filled with the sound of a pipa playing in the background, but an invisible anticipation quietly filled the air.
A moment later, the heavy wooden door of "Yanyu Pavilion" was silently pushed open again.
The middle-aged man walked in first, stepping aside to make way.
A group of women filed in.
There were about twenty people, and their heights were surprisingly uniform, with none of them being less than 1.7 meters tall!
Their light steps and elegant posture instantly drew everyone's attention.
Under the lights, pairs of straight, slender legs, wrapped in well-tailored dresses, displayed smooth and graceful lines, each step seemingly treading on the rhythm of light and shadow.
Their appearances elevated the standards of the "products" on the "exhibition stand" in the hall to another level.
If the exhibition booths are carefully selected beauties, then these items before us are works of art that have been meticulously crafted, with impeccable temperament, demeanor, and charm.
Internationalization is another notable label.
Besides the gentle and graceful Chinese women with beautiful features, the procession also included blonde, blue-eyed, and strikingly beautiful European and American women, as well as Latin beauties with healthy skin, hot figures, and tropical charm.