dognovel Chapter 67 Why did he suddenly call me "husband"? 64 billion in revenue!
Chapter 67 Why did he suddenly call me "husband"? 64 billion in revenue!
Looking at the lights on the opposite bank of the river, Liu Ruyan said softly:
"I always thought Nanjing was a very solemn city, but I never expected it to have such a gentle and lively side."
Ye Fan withdrew his gaze from the river and landed on Liu Ruyan's profile, which was made exceptionally soft by the lamplight:
"Cities, like people, have many facets. Just like Sister Ruyan, who is sharp and assertive in bed, yet gentle and graceful at this moment."
Upon hearing this, Liu Ruyan's ears burned slightly, and she gave him a reproachful glare.
"Has the little rascal learned to be glib now?"
There was little blame in his tone; instead, there was a hint of sweetness that was hard to detect.
Ye Fan smiled, didn't reply, but simply reached out and took her slightly cool hand.
Liu Ruyan stiffened slightly, then relaxed, letting him lead her, their fingers intertwined. The two walked along the riverbank, enjoying this unspoken intimacy and tranquility amidst the bustling crowd.
The lights, the reflections in the water, and the warmth of the people around you create a scene of Qinhuai night that is unique to this moment, imbued with an ambiguous warmth.
.............
When I got back to the hotel, it was already late at night.
Only a few ambient lights were on in the room, creating a dim lighting effect.
The enchanting atmosphere along the riverbank quietly unfolded in the private space in the afternoon.
No words were needed; a glance, a moment of closeness, and the sparks hidden in the air were ignited.
Clothes slipped silently off, the touch of skin against skin burning hot. Liu Ruyan's soft moans and Ye Fan's heavy breathing mingled in the quiet room, melting away the day's business scheming and the weariness of the journey into a surging tide of passion...
After the passion subsided, the two embraced, savoring the calm and tenderness after the storm. (I dare not write the details; it wouldn't pass the review. Sigh!)
Liu Ruyan's hairpin had slipped off at some point, and her black hair was spread out on the snow-white pillow.
Her fingertips unconsciously traced the beads of sweat on Ye Fan's collarbone, her voice still carrying lingering desire:
"What time is it... honey?"
This title sent a shiver down Ye Fan's spine:
"Why are you suddenly calling me 'husband'?"
Liu Ruyan snuggled closer to him, her nose brushing against the red marks on his chest:
"I just suddenly felt like calling your name..."
The last syllable disappeared between the lips and teeth that pressed together again.
Good heavens, they've completely fallen...
Ye Fan fumbled for his phone on the bedside table:
"It's almost 3 a.m., the World Cup, Brazil vs. Germany, the show is about to begin."
"Oh?"
Liu Ruyan yawned lazily; the die-hard Argentine fans had little interest in the match.
"It's not Messi's game... But... since it's on, let's watch and have some fun."
Before the words were even finished, a deafening roar of cheers erupted from the television.
The broadcast showed the Mineirão Stadium in Brazil packed to capacity, a sea of yellow and green, brimming with fervent anticipation for the home team.
When the camera panned across the Brazilian players, the shadow of Neymar's injury loomed over the entire team. The German team, on the other hand, appeared calm and focused.
"Honey, who do you think will win?"
Liu Ruyan leaned against Ye Fan's chest and asked casually, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on his chest.
"The German tank!"
Ye Fan's answer was without any hesitation, as if he were waiting for a judgment that he had already foreseen.
"Are you so sure?"
Liu Ruyan was somewhat surprised. But considering Ye Fan's previous "prophetic" behavior, she felt it was only natural.
Game start.
In just the 11th minute, Müller opened the scoring for Germany!
Liu Ruyan slightly widened her eyes:
"Wow! So fast?"
Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged.
23 minutes.
Klose scores! Germany 2-0! The Brazilian fans' stands are deathly silent.
"Oh my god..."
Liu Ruyan covered her mouth, incredulous.
In the 24th and 26th minutes, Kroos scored two goals in two minutes! 4-0!
The outcome of the match was completely decided!
The Mineirão stadium was plunged into immense shock and sorrow, with close-ups even showing young Brazilian fans in tears.
"They've gone mad! Utterly mad!"
Liu Ruyan sat up straight, completely stunned by the carnage on the field. "What's gotten into the German team today?"
Ye Fan remained silent, but his eyes became even more profound.
He wasn't focused on the process, but rather on the final score etched into his reborn memory.
Schürrle scored two more goals in the 69th and 79th minutes of the second half! 6-0!
"My God...they've gone completely berserk!"
Liu Ruyan was speechless.
90 minutes.
Oscar scored a consolation goal for Brazil.
The final score was 7-1!
When the final whistle blew and the German players celebrated making history, while the entire Mineirão stadium was immersed in immense grief and disbelief, Ye Fan's tense body finally relaxed.
He let out a long, silent sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
It's done! History hasn't changed because of his rebirth! This tragedy that shocked the world still happened as expected!
Liu Ruyan was still immersed in the huge shock brought by the competition and did not notice Ye Fan's subtle movements and changes in his eyes.
"This is terrible... 7-1, and in the semi-final on Brazil's home turf... This will definitely be the most humiliating night in World Cup history."
She shook her head, her voice filled with sighs.
"The ball is round, anything can happen."
Ye Fan said calmly, turning off the TV, "Go to sleep, we have important business to attend to tomorrow."
Liu Ruyan nodded, nestled into his arms, and soon fell into a deep sleep, filled with shock from the competition and anticipation for signing the contract the next day. Ye Fan, on the other hand, lay awake in the darkness until the sky began to lighten.
He was waiting, waiting for that text message notification that would announce another leap forward in his capital strength.
December 10st, early morning.
A slight but persistent vibration woke Ye Fan from his light sleep.
He opened his eyes almost instantly and grabbed his phone from beside his pillow.
The screen lit up with a short message from the sports lottery app, the content of which was extremely concise:
【尊贵用户】：您投注的赛事（2014世界盃半决赛：巴西 vs德国，比分 7:1）已成功结算。本金800万人民币，赔率1:1000，税前奖金80亿人民币。根据相关协议扣除20%税款（12亿人民币），净收益64亿人民币已汇入您指定帐户（尾号7623），请注意查收。
Immediately afterwards, almost simultaneously, his China Construction Bank app popped up several notifications:
【建设银行】华夏体彩于2014年7月10号8时35分向您帐户7623银联帐户转入人名币64亿元，可用余额64亿元。
Ye Fan stared at the long string of dizzying numbers on the screen. Even though he had been reborn and his will was as firm as a rock, his breathing became slightly rapid.
80 billion! After deducting taxes, a full 64 billion RMB is quietly sitting in his bank account! His cash flow has swelled to a point where it can support him to carry out even larger-scale expansions!
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and gently got up without waking Liu Ruyan, who was still fast asleep.
He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the Hexi CBD, which was gradually awakening in the morning light.
The five-story building was not particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of numerous skyscrapers, but at this moment, it shone with an incomparably dazzling light in Ye Fan's eyes—it was the first substantial flame that his "Red Bean Capital" was about to ignite.