Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 381 Old Wang, remember to inject patriotic energy into it!

He gestured with his chin towards the crowd, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and strode away laughing, saying, "See you upstairs!"

Fang Yu also put down the dice cup, put his arms around his female companions, one in each arm, and walked with a slightly tipsy but still dashing gait.

As he passed Ye Fan, he deliberately stopped, patted Ye Fan on the shoulder, and lowered his voice with a knowing smile between men: "Old Ye, keep it up! Win glory for the country! Let these two 'international friends' see the spirit of our 'local men'!"

After saying that, he gave the girls a meaningful look and then took them upstairs.

Seeing this, Wang Congcong also stood up and called out to Ye Fan, "Old Ye, I'll go up first too."

The two women beside him also obediently stood up.

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan's lips curled into a mocking smile. Looking at Wang Congcong and the woman to his left, a woman with a gentle demeanor and typical East Asian reserved beauty (as mentioned earlier, she was from Japan), he deliberately mimicked Fang Yu's tone and said meaningfully:

"Old Wang, I should be the one saying that to you! You're the one who should be putting in more effort and really 'bring honor to the country'!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "country" and glanced at the woman from the cherry blossom country.

Wang Congcong was taken aback at first, then followed Ye Fan's gaze to the woman on his left arm. He immediately understood, and an exaggerated "I get it" smile appeared on his face. He even made a fist gesture.

"Haha! Understood! Mission accomplished! We will uphold our national prestige!"

He laughed heartily, with a hint of mockery and swagger, and left the private room with his two female companions.

Immediately afterward, Qin Fei, Wang Zhui, and Lin Feng, each accompanied by a female companion, bid farewell to Ye Fan with a mix of unease and excitement: "Brother Ye, we're going upstairs first."

Ye Fan nodded slightly.

As the last footsteps faded at the top of the stairs, the heavy, carved wooden door of "Yanyu Pavilion" was gently closed by the waiter.

The clamor receded abruptly, like the tide.

The once lively space, filled with the rich scent of perfume and coquettish laughter, instantly fell into an almost vacuum-like silence.

Only the clear sound of flowing water in the corner remained, along with the pipa player who had stopped playing at some point and sat quietly with her head bowed, like a lady from an ancient painting, so quiet that she was almost invisible.

The lights seemed to have been dimmed a bit, leaving only a few dim, warm-colored wall lamps that outlined the rugged contours of the landscape bonsai in the private room.

The lingering scents of alcohol, cosmetics, and fruit blend together in the air, creating a sense of languor and emptiness that follows a period of extravagance.

Ye Fan sat alone in the center of the large rosewood couch.

His left arm was nestled against Valentina, a woman with long brown hair and a wheatish complexion, her emerald eyes appearing even deeper in the dim light.

Beside her right arm was Irina, with her cascading blonde hair and snow-white skin, her icy blue eyes filled with curiosity and quiet anticipation.

The large private room was now empty except for the three of them.

The previous commotion seemed like an illusion, only the warmth and fragrance of the two foreign beauties before him reminded Ye Fan that what had just happened was not a mere illusion.

The sound of flowing water became exceptionally clear at this moment, like a tapping on the heart, playing an ambiguous prelude to this suddenly appearing private space full of infinite possibilities.

The two women also sensed the subtle shift in the atmosphere, and their bodies unconsciously moved slightly closer together. Their gazes fell on Ye Fan's calm profile, carrying a silent question and expectation.

The air seemed to freeze, yet an indescribable tension surged silently within it.

Ye Fan felt the warmth and faint fragrance of the two foreign beauties in his arms. The lingering noise in the air and the silence at this moment created a strange tension.

He calmly stood up, and his body moved Irina and Valentina, who were nestled beside him, to their feet as well.

"Should we go somewhere else?" Ye Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet space, carrying an undeniable gentleness.

Irina tightened her grip on his arm slightly, raised her icy blue eyes to look at Ye Fan, and smiled with a faint yet clearly inviting smile, nodding silently.

Her movements were graceful and compliant.

Valentina, on the other side, reacted more enthusiastically and directly. A bright smile bloomed on her wheat-colored face, and she nodded vigorously as well. Her emerald eyes shone in the dim light, and she almost pressed her body against him: "I'll listen to you, Ye."

Her voice has a rhythmic quality unique to Latin America.

Ye Fan nodded slightly to the waiter standing in the shadows in the corner.

The waiter immediately understood, silently pushed open the heavy, carved wooden door, and gestured for him to enter.

The three left the "Yanyu Pavilion," which was filled with a languid atmosphere, and, led by a waiter, ascended the spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

The stairs are covered with a thick, dark carpet that is soft and silent underfoot, isolating the outside world from disturbances.

Upon stepping onto the second-floor corridor, a more private and luxurious atmosphere immediately envelops you.

The place retains its antique charm, but the details show even more care and attention to detail.

The air is filled with a crisp and elegant woody scent, originating from the deep, warm wood on both sides of the corridor and on the room doors.

As far as the eye can see, whether it is the intricately carved doors, the gleaming handrails, or the decorative shelves on the walls, almost everything is made of a single piece of top-grade hardwood (such as rosewood or huanghuali). The wood grain is natural and smooth, warm to the touch, exuding a sense of weight and understated luxury.

The lighting was carefully designed to be softer and more hazy, with warm-colored light strips embedded in the corners outlining the space, as if draping this tranquil and private space in an ambiguous veil.

The waiter stopped in front of a door, also carved from a single piece of dark hardwood, with auspicious cloud patterns engraved on the door panel.

He respectfully unlocked the door, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and stood respectfully to the side.

Inside the door, a more tranquil world, waiting to be explored, unfolds before your eyes.

Ye Fan did not enter immediately, but turned his head and his gaze lingered briefly on the faces of the two exotic beauties in his arms, who were different in style but equally captivating.

Irina's long eyelashes cast faint shadows in the dim light, while Valentina exuded an eager and energetic aura.

A subtle, enigmatic smile played on his lips as he said softly, "Let's go."

Then, he took the two beauties into his arms and stepped into their private space, which was enveloped in top-quality wood and warm, soft lighting.

Behind them, the heavy wooden door was silently and slowly closed by the waiter, completely isolating them from the outside world.

A soft "click" sounded, like a pause, shutting out all the noise and prying eyes.