Ellor, who rarely interacted with the opposite sex, was speaking such suggestive words to a man for the first time. The thought of living together with Ye Fan made her, who was accustomed to living alone, feel a little uneasy. However, Ellor quickly regained her composure, telling herself that it was just for work and that she mustn't overthink it.
With her thoughts in turmoil, Ellor stealthily turned her head to glance at Ye Fan, her movements resembling those of a thief.
Seeing that Ye Fan looked normal, Ellor felt her cheeks heat up, realizing she might have been overthinking.
"There's nothing else today, so I'll take you to see where you'll be staying," Ellor said, her expression returning to normal.
The two hailed a taxi and left Antique City, heading towards Ellor's residence, a luxury complex near the city center.
Ellor's home was spacious, 150 square meters, with three bedrooms, two living rooms, and one bathroom, simply decorated with a typical home layout that radiated a girl's warmth.
After entering, Ye Fan sat on the purple sofa with some constraint, living over twenty years but never having been in such close quarters with a girl, and now they were going to live together. It was no wonder he felt somewhat nervous.
Ellor walked over to the refrigerator and turned to ask, "Mineral water or cola?"
"Mineral water," Ye Fan replied casually.
Ellor took out two bottles of mineral water, handed one to Ye Fan, and then walked to the door of the second bedroom. She said to Ye Fan, "No one has stayed in this room; it's fully furnished except for some bedding. I'll get it for you now." Before Ye Fan could respond, Ellor emerged from the master bedroom with a quilt in her arms.
Just as Ye Fan had guessed, the quilt was a light pink color. It figured, since Ellor lived alone, the bedding would definitely be hers, and it was even possible that Ellor herself had used it.
"As for toiletries and such, we can buy them when we have time," Ellor said before entering the guest bedroom with the bedding, arranging the bed and the room like a diligent little wife.
Ye Fan stood up and walked to the doorway of the guest bedroom, watching Ellor's graceful silhouette, suddenly feeling a touch of warmth in his heart. Describing the past few days for Ye Fan as utterly unlucky would be an understatement—he lost his job after being humiliated by his boss for playing the hero, was seriously injured by the thug Huo Zilong, and then kicked out by his landlord...
After Ellor quickly made the bed, she sat on the edge, then turned and saw Ye Fan looking at her, dumbfounded. Remembering her own posture while making the bed... a wave of shyness washed over her, causing Ellor's heart to race. To avoid awkwardness, she hastily stood up.
Ellor took out a spare set of keys from her pocket, handed them to Ye Fan, and said, "Here are the keys to the room. Since the company is in a phase of capital accumulation, there's a lot that needs to be done, and I might not be returning at fixed times. You should go buy some toiletries. I need to hurry back to the company now."
As she reached the door, Ellor seemed to remember something, hurried back to the bedroom, and took ten thousand yuan in cash from the safe, stuffing it into Ye Fan's hand. "Jue Cups sold for a hundred and fifty thousand, and I promised you half, but I don't have that much cash on hand right now. I'll give you ten thousand first and transfer the rest to your bank account."
Ye Fan took the money and put it directly into his pocket, saying, "I'll take this money, but as for the rest, consider it rent and utilities."
Ellor was momentarily stunned—who would complain about too much money? Ye Fan only wanted ten thousand and voluntarily gave up the remaining sixty-five thousand. When she saw the smile at the corner of Ye Fan's eyes, Ellor felt a soft spot in her heart being touched. Ye Fan seemed to have guessed that her company was in its startup phase and needed a large amount of capital.
In other words, Ye Fan was helping Ellor.
After Ellor left, Ye Fan returned to his room and lay on the bed with a faint, elegant scent, involuntarily taking a deep breath. A woman's bedding indeed smelled nice, so comforting. Having used Clairvoyant Eye a lot today, Ye Fan felt tired and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Zhang Wei, who had just finished work, bought some food from the supermarket and went to the hospital to visit Ye Fan. In Ninghai City, Zhang Wei was Ye Fan's only close friend, and the only one who could take care of him.
Upon arriving at Ye Fan's ward and finding it empty, Zhang Wei's first reaction was the fear that Ye Fan might have died from his injuries, causing him to collapse on the floor with all the items scattering around.
"You? You're here looking for Ye Fan, right?" The on-duty nurse walked in, looked at the distraught Zhang Wei on the floor, then at the fruits and cakes spread all over the place, a flicker of displeasure crossing her face.
Regaining his senses, Zhang Wei quickly got up and said anxiously, "Yes, I'm here for Ye Fan. Where is he?"
The nurse casually said, "He's already gone."
"Gone?" Zhang Wei was immediately baffled, thinking the nurse meant Ye Fan had died.
Seeing Zhang Wei's agonized expression, the nurse said irritably, "He's recovered from his injuries and has been discharged. Look at the mess you've made here; clean it up and then leave."
Recovered?
Discharged?
Zhang Wei was even more confused. How could Ye Fan have recovered and been discharged so quickly with such serious injuries? But the overwhelming joy left no room for Zhang Wei to ponder, and he happily started to tidy up.
Just then, Zhang Dahhu walked into the ward with two bodyguards. He had come today specifically to check on Ye Fan's treatment, to see if he really had gone blind. If Ye Fan was really disabled, he had to get the company's legal department ready to handle a lawsuit from Ye Fan.
Before he even entered the door, Zhang Dahhu received a call from Wang Qi, who said he had seen Ye Fan at the Antique Market, and there was nothing wrong with him at all; he certainly didn't look injured.
Zhang Dahhu simply couldn't believe it, as he had witnessed with his own eyes how Ye Fan was fried by electricity, charred on the outside and tender within, just like fried chicken.
As soon as he entered, Zhang Dahhu saw the empty hospital bed, flung his phone onto the ground with force, and stomped on it furiously twice as he angrily said, "Son of a bitch, daring to play me like that."
Zhang Dahhu grabbed a nurse who was about to leave and said in a deep voice, "Where's Ye Fan?"
The nurse, upon seeing Zhang Dahhu's attire and demeanor, knew he was not someone to mess with. Without any attitude, she hurriedly said, "He was cured and discharged this morning."
After speaking, the nurse pointed to Zhang Wei, who was tidying up some fruits, and said, "He came to visit Ye Fan."
Just as Zhang Wei had finished packing the fruit and stood up, he was kicked to the floor by Zhang Dahhu.
Having been hit out of the blue, Zhang Wei was quite angry and quickly got up, saying with great annoyance, "Why did you hit me?"
Believing that he had been duped by Ye Fan, Zhang Dahhu immediately said with rage, "Why, you motherf*****, you two bastards conned me together, causing me to lose tens of thousands. Not killing you today is already merciful of me."
"Nonsense, Ye Fan was really seriously injured, the doctor made that diagnosis," said Zhang Wei, who had long had a grievance with Zhang Dahhu, and now, having been kicked for no reason, was even more furious.
"Seriously injured? Serious my ass, it's only been a few days and he's cured? Even a cold or fever doesn't recover that quickly, does it? Beat this bastard up for me," said Zhang Dahhu as he stepped back and signaled his men to start hitting.
Two burly men immediately charged forward, and Zhang Wei was no match for them. He was knocked down almost instantly, without even a chance to fight back.
Zhang Dahhu spat viciously at Zhang Wei and yelled, "I'm giving you a lesson today; go back and tell Ye Fan this isn't over, I'll settle accounts with him sooner or later." After that, Zhang Dahhu left extremely arrogantly with his men.
Zhang Wei, his face swollen from the beating, wanted to chase after Zhang Dahhu for a fight, but intense pain coursed through his body, and he found it difficult even to stand up, let alone chase after anyone. As a result, he was taken by a nurse to the outpatient department for a simple check-up and dressing.
When he awoke, it was already five in the afternoon. Ye Fan found a piece of cake on the table along with a note that said Ellor wouldn't be coming back for a few days due to company matters.
It seemed that Ellor had come back while Ye Fan was asleep.
After washing his face and eating something, Ye Fan took out his phone, planning to inform Zhang Wei that he had been discharged from the hospital and to casually invite him out for a drink.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered, and Zhang Wei's intermittent voice came through, "Ye... Ye Fan."
Ye Fan felt that something was amiss. After knowing Zhang Wei so many years, he was very familiar with Zhang Wei's straightforward nature. It was rare for him to act like this, and if he did, something must have happened. Ye Fan immediately asked, "Where are you right now?"
After a brief silence on the other end, Zhang Wei said with broken speech, "It's... it's nothing, I'm working overtime. Business has picked up at the company, and I'll be quite busy these few days, so I might not have time to visit you."
Hearing these words, Ye Fan became even more convinced of his suspicion. He asked again, "Zhang Wei, we've been brothers for so many years, I know you well. Tell me the truth, what exactly happened?"
"I... I'm really working overtime," Zhang Wei's voice was weak, and another voice was intermingled with his.
Don't move around; it's time to change your dressing! Oh, and the money you paid is almost used up, if you don't make another payment, we'll have to stop the treatment...
Ye Fan's head buzzed as he realized that Zhang Dahhu must have heard from Wang Qi that Ye Fan was unscathed and thus visited the hospital, only to run into Zhang Wei and beat him up. In other words, Zhang Wei became Ye Fan's scapegoat.
"Were you beaten by Zhang Dahhu?" Ye Fan asked as he ran out.
After arriving at the hospital, Ye Fan found Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei, his head and body wrapped with a great amount of bandages, was sitting glumly in the infusion room receiving an IV.
At that moment, Ye Fan felt an intense desire to kill Zhang Dahhu.
Before Ye Fan could speak, Zhang Wei hurriedly said, "Ye Fan, don't take risks, we can't afford to provoke them."
Looking at the injured Zhang Wei, Ye Fan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes nearly spewing flames.