Chapter 104: Can You Not Be So Hasty?

"Come on, rock-paper-scissors!"

Yang Fan really couldn't beat Zhao Mengnan. Mainly because the girl would act cute, so Yang Fan simply conceded.

Then Zhao Mengnan took out a pair of couple watches and put one on Yang Fan. "Remember, the loser has to wear it for seven days. And this too!" She put the couple necklace on him as well.

Yang Fan nodded in despair. Wasn't this just asking his wives to beat him up?

"And what if I take it off?"

"That's up to your conscience. You know, it's hard for a man to chase a woman, but easy for a woman to chase a man. If you take it off, we'll have to sleep together for seven nights—I mean sleep, not just play cards."

"Fine then," Yang Fan said.

"Remember, be honest. If you take it off yourself, then come over of your own accord!" Zhao Mengnan reminded him again, and Yang Fan hurried out the door.

"Mr. Yang!" Some Fanmei people ran into him at the entrance. To cover up his embarrassment, Yang Fan walked out grandly.

Actually, who didn't know that Yang Fan and Zhao Mengnan had something ambiguous going on? This was the so-called gossip...

At the door, Yang Fan realized he didn't know how to drive!

"Xiao Yu, why don't you drive and come with me? I'm not that familiar with Liang He either," Yang Fan asked.

Xiao Yu thought for a long time at the door, then agreed.

Xiao Yu brought the car around—also a white SUV. Actually, Yang Fan felt that the women in his family were all crazy about white, from Lin Ruo, Lin Xi, Zhao Jing, then Wang Yun, then Ye Bing...

It was just that Xia Yufei and Wu Qian didn't know how to drive; if they did, they'd definitely like the same model.

Ye Bing thought Yang Fan had it tough enough, so as his sister-in-law, she secretly stuffed twenty thousand yuan for him. Well, she put it in the car.

Finally seeing some cash again, Yang Fan was overjoyed.

The car slowly set off...

"Yang Fan, our Yun'er is so good to you, and you still go out looking for mistresses!" Xiao Yu couldn't help asking.

"I didn't look for any—they're all my wives!" Yang Fan said. That was the fact; they had all gotten marriage certificates.

As for modern society with monogamy, Ai Xiaomei was a system expert. With her around, nothing was impossible.

Of course, Lin Ruo had also said that it stopped at Wang Yun. The quota for wives was full; anyone after that would be a mistress.

There would never be the good fortune of getting a marriage certificate again. She wouldn't support his mistresses either—Yang Fan could support them himself.

However, Yang Fan didn't care. He didn't plan to find anyone else. As for his nominal mistresses, Huo Xinxi had probably become quite rich after confiscating his things; Zhao Mengnan also had money; and Zhong Ziyan went without saying—the Zhong family had tens of billions in assets.

"They're all your wives? Aren't you afraid of being worn to death?" Xiao Yu said.

Yang Fan smiled. Speaking of his wives and mistresses, those he'd actually had relations with were only a few. It had been so many days, and he hadn't even touched them.

Only one's own family knows one's own affairs!

"Where are we going now?"

"Same place as your class reunion. Liang He is treating me to dinner," Yang Fan said.

"You scared him, didn't you?"

"Not at all. I just want to talk business with him. Oh, I've already told Sister Bing that you and An Lan will stay here for a while, then you'll be transferred to be general managers of Fanmei Manor."

"You have designs on us—why are you being so good to us?" Xiao Yu laughed.

"Where did your mind go? Aren't you Yun'er's best friends? The manor is being renovated right now and we're short on people. You two are just right."

"I thought you wanted us to be your mistresses!"

"You're overthinking! I only want beautiful women!" Yang Fan said.

"I'm beautiful too, okay?" Xiao Yu laughed. Usually, the ones who joked like that could never become mistresses.

"So, you and An Lan should keep an eye out among those rich second-generation types. Men like Young Master Han and Young Master Song are all richer than me. Isn't it good for you to marry into wealth?"

"I don't want to marry into wealth. If I marry into wealth, I'd still have to fight off mistresses," Xiao Yu said.

"Fight off mistresses? A mistress wouldn't be a match for you, not with your occasional tough-girl look!"

"I'm a goddess!" Xiao Yu pouted.

"How about this—right now, tell me, Young Master Han or Young Master Song, pick one. Whichever you pick, I'll make a call for you! A thousand miles of marriage tied by a single thread; what matters is surprise!" Yang Fan pulled out his phone.

"Do I have to choose?"

"Of course you do. You'll only know if it fits after you date!" Yang Fan tempted with a serious face.

"This isn't good. It's too sudden!" Xiao Yu said bitterly.

"The suddenness is the point. Fate should be left to heaven, you know? Quick, pick one!"

"Then I'll pick Young Master Song!"

No sooner had Xiao Yu said it than she regretted it. But Yang Fan had already dialed.

"You're really calling him!"

"Of course I am!" Yang Fan said, putting the phone to his ear.

Xiao Yu was driving, her heart full of anxiety...

"Hello, President Song!"

Xiao Yu was choked, coughing nonstop. Weren't you calling Young Master Song? Why are you calling his father?

"I'm finding a daughter-in-law for you. She's really nice—it's Xiao Yu, Yun'er's best friend."

"You think she's nice too? That's perfect!"

Yang Fan was delighted, and the more he talked, the more excited he became.

Until he hung up...

"Did you hear that? President Song is very satisfied with you as his daughter-in-law!"

"Is it decided just like that?" Xiao Yu asked in despair.

"Yes, of course it's decided. Look, you're about to marry into a wealthy family."

"I..."

"Don't worry. Even if Young Master Song wants a mistress, he can only find one behind your back! You're the lawful wife—are you afraid you can't control him?"

Xiao Yu was furious. Her whole life's happiness was settled with one sentence—she'd married herself off!

"Keep calm. What matters is a whirlwind marriage. Once the rice is cooked, the Song family won't have time to regret it!"

"I..."

"It's fine. In a little while, Young Master Song will come to pick you up. Stop here—meet him right here!"

Xiao Yu was completely losing her mind. She had no preparation at all!

"I'm not prepared, Yang Fan!"

"What do you need to prepare? You're a girl; you look pretty just like this!"

But just after he said that, Yang Fan was suddenly stunned. If Xiao Yu went on a date with Young Master Song, what would he do since he couldn't drive?

"Really meeting him?"

"Wait a moment—first take me to that building."

Xiao Yu's heart pounded. She asked nervously, "Then how will you get back?"

"I'll find a designated driver. This is your life-changing event; I can't hold you back!" Yang Fan was smug. This idea was really too good.

"Can I not go?" Xiao Yu started the car. She still hadn't recovered.

"Go, why not go? Oh, I'm going to do another good deed and marry An Lan off too."

Yang Fan happily called An Lan, then called President Han, and Young Master Han also made a date with An Lan.

Xiao Yu nearly vomited blood beside him. Could he be any more reckless?