Chapter 62: Someone Treats to a Meal

That night, there were two beds. After Yang Fan fell asleep, he woke up instinctively in the middle of the night, only to discover that no one was there to give him a midnight massage. He couldn't fall back asleep.

Honestly, he had grown used to someone massaging him at night, especially Lin Ruo. He had gotten used to being looked after by her.

"You're still awake?"

"You too. I thought you were asleep!" Yang Fan said.

"No," Huo Xinxie replied.

"So, what are you thinking about?"

"Well, why don't we talk about you!" Huo Xinxie stammered, quickly shifting the topic.

"What's there to talk about?"

"Then tell me about you and your little sweetheart."

"I don't have a sweetheart—they're all my wives!"

The two talked through the night. The next day, when Yang Fan brought Huo Xinxie to the company, Lin Ruo was sitting in his office with a dark expression.

Yang Fan was startled. Was this the legendary scene where a husband doesn't come home at night and the wife shows up early at the office to catch him in the act?

Even Huo Xinxie felt awkward. Lin Ruo stood up and went to the next room. Yang Fan told Huo Xinxie to wait, then hurried after her.

"Lock the door!"

Yang Fan obediently locked the door and sat down to listen to Lin Ruo's lecture. But Lin Ruo said nothing; instead, she handed him a sheet of paper.

"Special agreement during mission execution!"

Yang Fan glanced through it; there wasn't much, except one restriction: he wasn't allowed to see Zhao Jing under the pretense of carrying out a task. Otherwise, he would have to forget about going out at night.

The signature section bore the names Lin Ruo, Lin Xi, Wu Qian, and Xia Yufei.

"Sign it. Don't say we don't support your work."

"Big sister, let me explain. Last night, I just wanted to ask Zhao Jing a few questions. I figured, since she's an ability user, she might have a way!"

Lin Ruo's gaze was icy. "Do we need her meddling in our family's affairs?"

"I..."

Yang Fan knew explanations were useless, so he signed the paper.

Only then did Lin Ruo's expression soften a little. She put away the agreement and said, "Remember the contents of this agreement."

Lin Ruo strode out, but of course, she went to find Huo Xinxie and had her sign in the witness section.

Wu Qian came to work that morning. Xia Yufei had returned to school. It was the last day of the National Day holiday, and everything was about to return to normal.

Wu Qian naturally knew the person Yang Fan had brought back was his superior, so she was especially enthusiastic.

"Uncle, Old Third and I went looking and found a few."

"Good. You and Old Third take them to the massage parlor in East City—a foot therapy place. Go together, but not all at once. You and Old Third should spread the word that our Director Yang loves women.

Then, split the others into three groups, each boasting about their wealth, and stir up conflict, especially by belittling me!"

"And don't use your phone to contact them," Yang Fan added, handing Liu Haoyu a rented virtual phone.

Liu Haoyu understood its purpose at once—a form of intimidation, signaling to those people that if they dared to play games, their fate would be dire.

"All right, get going!"

This kind of psychic attack was already beyond their comprehension.

Huo Xinxie sat on the sofa as Yang Fan dealt with company matters. Before long, Zhao Jing arrived.

"What brings you here?"

"She won't let you find me, so I came to find you. From now on, I'll deliver packages to you every morning."

Huo Xinxie was stunned. This was Zhao Jing, who had waited at the alley entrance last night and never went up, so she hadn't met her.

"Zhao Jing, this is—"

"I know. I won't interfere with your work."

Zhao Jing was an ability user; nothing could be hidden from her. She waved at Yang Fan and left.

"Seems you really are popular with women!"

"Am I?"

"Absolutely. How many men have so many women devoted to them?" Huo Xinxie laughed.

Soon, Ye Xiao arrived and handed Yang Fan a card. This was the collected money, exchanged for those two bottles of rare vintage wine for the maids. Yang Fan felt it was worth it.

"By the way, Old Ye, about the Youth Academy I mentioned last time, what do you think of my idea—"

"Director Yang, I've been mulling it over these days. Your idea is good, but some things are hard to control. For example, someone who owes gambling debts doesn't need the academy; what he needs is money.

One or two are manageable, but if there are many, our company simply can't afford it. So I think we need to reconsider."

Yang Fan thought for a moment; it made sense.

"Let's think it over some more. For now, let's focus on the orphanage."

"Don't worry. I've come up with a beautiful name: Blossoms Across the World."

Yang Fan chuckled. It was indeed a flower of hope.

"Director Yang, the dean said—"

"Still the same as last time. Tell him we won't go, but settling the children is most important. We're doing real good deeds, not seeking fame. When the time comes, let him invite someone else, and have them contribute more. That way, the children will have even better conditions, right?"

"True!"

Ye Xiao left. Yang Fan continued working, making calls about a contract.

Huo Xinxie truly thought Yang Fan was great—quietly giving without letting anyone know it was him, just like with the orphanage. She finally understood.

As eleven o'clock approached, Yang Fan went out, first stopping by Tianning Normal to see Xia Yufei, whom he hadn't seen all day yesterday.

"With so many women, can you really manage?"

"Don't you think that's part of the fun?" Yang Fan laughed.

"Where are we headed now?"

"Shopping for clothes. The card I gave you has plenty of money—let's buy you some clothes."

After a night of fermentation, Director Han contacted Yang Fan, and his background was being investigated. This was to confirm his eligibility to buy, and at the same time, a scandal broke at the police station, causing the reputation of the most beautiful policewoman, Huo Xinxie, to plummet.

The people from Redemption also went to check out a luxury community, further confirming that Yang Fan had no ties to the police. Everyone knew that just days ago, Yang Fan had been romantically linked to that policewoman.

Wealthy, lustful—the perfect client. So the Redemption team promptly approved Yang Fan’s purchasing eligibility!

Meanwhile, in East City's foot spa—the other stronghold Yang Fan had found in Han's memories—an argument was unfolding.

Several groups were hurling insults at each other, all while enjoying massages from the maids. It was quite the treat.

Because of this, several influential figures began to enter Redemption's sights.

Redemption loved exploiting the friction among buyers; only then could the maids fetch high prices.

Next came more eligibility confirmations, though none could detect the existence of virtual communication.

That afternoon, Yang Fan received a call from Director Han, inviting him to the Huanjiang Club that evening, saying someone else was hosting.