C6 The Card with the Pentagram

Divorce? Ye Fann was taken aback and gave a wry smile. "What, do you think I'm a failure too?"

Hearing this, Xinying became anxious. "Are you crazy? My brother's gambling debt of a hundred thousand dollars is going to cause big trouble sooner or later. It'll drag you down with it. You should clear yourself of this mess while you can."

So that's what it was about?

Ye Fann chuckled and hugged Xinying tighter. "Don't worry, it's going to be okay."

"But..."

"No buts. Trust me. If I say it's fine, then it's fine."

Just then, the waiter pushed open the door to the private room and began serving the dishes.

Ye Fann glanced at the waiter for a few seconds. With all the commotion earlier, the person who ordered had already left, but they still remembered to serve the food?

"How much is this meal?" Ye Fann asked casually.

"Sir, the total is seventeen thousand dollars."

Xinying immediately frowned. Seventeen thousand?

Looking at the table, it was covered with lobster, king crab, abalone, shark fin, caviar, and a variety of seafood, along with several bottles of imported wine. Seventeen thousand seemed about right for all of this.

Ye Fann smiled wryly. To please Bi Wenfeng, his mother-in-law really spared no expense.

"Send it back. I... I don't have that kind of money," Xinying whispered to Ye Fann, her face flushed.

"Send it back?" The waiter overheard and immediately looked amused. "You think we can just toss this seafood back into the ocean? Miss, you must be joking."

Ye Fann looked up at the waiter, "Why are you butting into their conversation? Get out!"

The waiter gritted his teeth and left reluctantly, thinking, "Let's see how smug you are when it’s time to pay the bill!"

As soon as the door closed, Xinying looked troubled. "Ye Fann, I really don't have that much money. Maybe we should just..."

"It's fine," Ye Fann said with a smile, grabbing the wine bottle. He poured a glass for Xinying and then one for himself. "Since we got married, I haven't treated you to a nice meal. Consider this my apology for all the hardships you've endured. I'm sorry."

With that, Ye Fann raised his glass and drank it all in one go, swallowing years of humiliation and the struggles he had endured.

The thought of facing his old rival crossed his mind. He had planned to confront him once he was fully healed. But since his rival’s son had shown up uninvited, it was time for the son to start repaying some of the debt his father owed.

Xinying stared at Ye Fann, her brow furrowed as she gently chided, "That's not how you drink wine."

Ye Fann chuckled, "I don't know these things. How would I learn if you don't teach me?"

Xinying couldn't help but smile, "Alright, I'll teach you. You better learn well."

"Okay."

The meal was filled with warmth and sweetness, just the two of them enjoying each other's company. It was the first time, but it wouldn’t be the last. It was just the beginning.

After dinner, the waiter came over with security in tow.

"Cash or card?" he asked, his tone anything but polite.

Xinying started to panic, hurriedly pulling out seven or eight cards from her wallet. She gathered all her loose change, hoping it would be enough.

The waiter chuckled, "Are you kidding me, miss? How am I supposed to..."

Before he could finish, Xinying produced a handful of bills—some hundreds, some fifties, and even a few dimes.

The security guards nearby were baffled.

The waiter, gritting his teeth, said, "Are you messing with me? In all my years, I've never seen anyone try to pay like this..."

"Get your manager," Ye Fann suddenly interjected.

The waiter was stunned, staring at Ye Fann like he was crazy. "What? You want to see the manager? You?"

Ye Fann casually took a few hundred-dollar bills from Xinying and looked at the security guards. "Whoever gets the manager, this money is yours as a tip."

"I'll go," one of the guards quickly volunteered and dashed off to find the manager.

The waiter turned pale. "You think calling the manager will get you a free meal? I've seen your type before, no money but still trying to..."

"I'll tell you this clearly: you're out of a job," Ye Fann interrupted calmly.

The waiter was about to retort when the guard returned with the manager in tow.

"What are you doing? Don't you know I'm busy?" the manager grumbled, clearly annoyed.

Ye Fann stood up and handed a special card with a red star on the corner to the manager. "Could you please swipe this card? Thank you."

The manager was initially impatient, but as soon as he caught a glimpse of the red star on the card, his demeanor changed instantly. He was suddenly respectful, more so than he would be even with the big boss. "Please, just a moment."

The room fell silent, and everyone was stunned.

Soon, the manager returned swiftly, presenting the card with both hands, his attitude humble to the extreme.

Under the astonished gaze of the staff, Ye Fann took Xinying by the hand and walked out confidently.

As soon as they left the restaurant, the manager's expression turned cold, and he ordered sharply, "No one is to say a word about what happened today, or else don't blame me for not warning you..."

Suddenly, Ye Fann returned.

"Mr. Ye, you..." The manager hurried to greet him.

"I'm looking for him," Ye Fann said, walking straight to a particular waiter. "Do you know the guy with the scar?"

The waiter trembled, "Yes, but I just..."

"Where's his casino?"

"Casino?" The waiter hesitated, glanced at the manager, and then replied through gritted teeth, "It's in the basement of the Global Plaza."

"Thanks." Ye Fann turned to the manager, "When a waiter dares to act high and mighty with customers, it says a lot about your restaurant."

As the words fell, Ye Fann turned and walked away. The manager instantly understood, kicking the waiter, "Get out, right now!"

Outside the restaurant, Xinying suddenly asked Ye Fann, "By the way, we drove here earlier. How did you find this place so quickly?"

Ye Fann's lips curled into a mysterious smile, "Give me a kiss, and I'll tell you."

Xinying blushed, "Stop it, there are people around."

The plaza was spacious, and indeed, there were quite a few people nearby. Ye Fann glanced around and noticed that Bi Wenfeng's BMW was gone, replaced by a white Porsche.

"Let's take a ride back."

"Huh?"

Ye Fann took Xinying's hand and headed straight for the Porsche. Inside, Yang Min panicked and hurriedly instructed the driver to leave immediately. The driver started the car and pressed the gas, but before they could move, the back door opened and closed, and suddenly, Ye Fann was sitting next to Yang Min.

The air grew tense. The driver turned stiffly, meeting Ye Fann's calm gaze.

"Drive over there and pick up my wife too."

Feeling the oppressive aura emanating from Ye Fann, Yang Min gritted her teeth and nodded, instructing the driver to comply. Ye Fann glanced at the tattoo visible through the sheer fabric on Yang Min's leg, "The Sirius mark, a symbol of the Nine-Headed Sirius lineage. The Sirius and the Yan Luo are sworn enemies, yet here you are, a descendant of Sirius, engaged to the son of Yan Luo?"