Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Is there a B+ package for Chapter 300? Or a C- trial version?

Ye Fan's consciousness returned completely.

She felt herself still resting on someone's lap, and the source of that "earthquake" just now... combined with Huang Yixin's current embarrassment and her face that was flushed red.

He instantly realized that it must have been his unconscious movement in his sleep that caused Huang Yixin, whose legs had probably gone numb from maintaining a fixed posture for a long time, to lose her balance and almost fall!

The tremor was probably a chain reaction caused by her subconsciously tensing her core to stabilize herself, or even by using her hands to brace herself on the ground or hold onto the sofa.

What's even more embarrassing is that when he woke up, his view was almost completely blocked by those impressive "peaks"... This position was truly...

"Cough..." Ye Fan coughed lightly and quickly propped himself up on his arms to sit up.

"Sorry, Yixin, I was half asleep. Did I hurt you?" His gaze swept over her flushed cheeks, the blush clearly not from anger, but from embarrassment.

"It's alright, Mr. Ye!" Huang Yixin almost immediately moved a little distance to the side.

The atmosphere was momentarily subtly tense and tinged with ambiguity.

Ye Fan said, "Let me treat you to dinner!"

Huang Yixin looked up and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ye. However, in order to maintain my body fat percentage and muscle definition, I generally don't eat out. I prepare my own special fitness meals."

Ye Fan knew how much these girls obsessed with their figures were willing to pay for them.

However, Ye Fan felt that life is only 30,000 days long, and the right thing to do is to eat and drink as usual.

Ye Fan nodded understandingly and said, "It's okay, we can go eat Western food. You can order a grilled chicken breast or a lean steak, and a vegetable salad or something."

Huang Yixin hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded gently: "Oh~ okay then. Thank you, Mr. Ye."

"Okay, it's settled then!" Ye Fan stood up. "Sit down for a bit, I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes. There's water, fruit, and some low-fat yogurt in the fridge, help yourself to whatever you want, don't be shy."

He pointed towards the kitchen.

"Okay, Mr. Ye," Huang Yixin replied. Watching Ye Fan walk towards the master bathroom, she quietly raised her hand and used the back of her hand to cool her still slightly flushed cheeks, letting out a long, silent sigh.

The earth-shaking sensation and the immense embarrassment that followed still seemed to linger in my body.

She subconsciously brought her legs together, sitting even more upright.

......

Twenty minutes later.

Ye Fan and Huang Yixin appeared at an elegant Western restaurant near Jiangwan City.

It's really close; it only takes a few minutes to walk there.

Upon entering the restaurant, Huang Yixin's stunningly beautiful face, which seemed to glow in the dim lighting, and her enviable figure, outlined by her simple sportswear and defying the laws of physics, instantly became the silent focus of the entire room.

Ye Fan could clearly feel the gazes from men of different ages coming from all directions—some with undisguised amazement, some with deep envy, and even a few with sharp glints of "Why does this bastard have such a high opinion of himself?"

Instead of being annoyed, Ye Fan's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, and a subtle, masculine sense of possessiveness and swagger welled up inside him.

In the soft candlelight and mellow jazz music, the waiter led them to seats by the window.

The swaying light and shadow flowed across Huang Yixin's delicate profile. She sat quietly, creating a picture that inspired imagination.

Huang Yixin only ordered a steak and a vegetable salad, with the dressings placed separately on the side.

Taking advantage of the moment when the pre-dinner drinks were served, Ye Fan leaned forward slightly, and across the small table, lowered his voice and asked with a mischievous smile, "Yi Xin."

"Hmm?" Huang Yixin looked up, her clear eyes asking.

Ye Fan's gaze seemingly casually swept over the stunning curves above the neckline of her tracksuit, his smile deepening: "You said last time there wasn't a C package available, so what about a B+ package? Or a C- trial version?"

His words were ambiguous, and his eyes held a playful glint.

Huang Yixin: "..."

Her fair cheeks flushed bright red instantly, like ripe apples, the color spreading all the way to her ears.

She lowered her head in a fluster, picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip to cover her tracks, and said in a voice barely audible, with a hint of reproach, "Mr. Ye, you...you're joking."

His fingers unconsciously twisted the edge of the napkin.

"Hahaha!" Ye Fan knew when to stop, leaning back in his chair with a cheerful expression. "Just kidding, relax! Let's eat!"

Ye Fan was deeply troubled by the meal.

Sitting across from him was such a stunning beauty, and the air seemed to be filled with an invisible, ambiguous atmosphere. Combined with the restlessness caused by the lingering effects of alcohol, he felt as if a fire was burning inside him.

After finishing their meal, Ye Fan parted ways with Huang Yixin right at the restaurant entrance.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he might make some irrational invitation.

He was thinking of going to the gym to work up a sweat and let off some steam, but then he thought, this is a lousy gym, it's not even a proper gym!

It might get even worse later.

He turned around decisively and quickly returned to his penthouse apartment in Jiangwan City.

A stream of cold water was poured over his head, trying to extinguish the heat.

After taking a shower, he turned on his computer, grabbed his best friend Zhao Mingzhe, and spent nearly two hours in the chaotic world of CrossFire, barely managing to suppress his burning desire.

Afterwards, he lay on his bed, bored, and watched a slow-paced art film. Halfway through the movie, drowsiness overcame him, and he glanced at the time; it was almost late at night.

I wanted to call Chen Chulin, but I thought it would be inappropriate to disturb her so late, so I gave up.

I don't know when, but my consciousness sank into darkness.

......

The next morning, as dawn broke.

He got up early, changed into his workout clothes, and took the elevator directly to the private gym downstairs.

At this time, the vast space was deserted, with only the precision instruments gleaming coldly in the morning light, and the air filled with the fresh scent of cleaning agents and the ventilation system.

Step onto the treadmill and set your pace.

Half an hour later, sweat had soaked through his sports vest, sliding down his bulging muscles and bringing a sense of exhilarating release.

Each powerful stomp and each deep breath made him feel incredibly clear-headed and fulfilled.

As he was concentrating on adjusting his breathing, Miao Zi appeared at the doorway.

She didn't disturb him, but simply leaned quietly against the door frame, her gaze following the figure sweating profusely on the treadmill.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, she saw Ye Fan's strong, well-proportioned back muscles, his narrow waistline, and his powerfully sculpted thighs. Sweat streamed down his skin, reflecting a faint light and radiating a strong masculine charm.