Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 424 The Beautiful Young Woman in Debt

Ye Fan ignored it as if it were just a speck of dust, and his attention returned to the card table.

Lin Qingyang seemed to be on a winning streak, winning several hands in a row, and the cash in front of him quickly piled up.

He laughed triumphantly, slamming his cards on the table: "Haha! Brothers, it's not that I wanted to win! It's like the God of Wealth was practically shoving money into my lap, I couldn't stop him! I wanted to lose some to you guys, but you guys just wouldn't cooperate! Come on, let's keep going!"

These words ignited everyone's competitive spirit.

Those who lost money rolled up their sleeves, their eyes turning red:

"Damn! This is weird! I don't believe it! Five thousand! I'm betting it all!"

"Count me in! Ten thousand!"

"Eight thousand! I'll go with it!"

The stakes on the poker table suddenly spiked, the atmosphere became even more tense and exciting, and the air was thick with the smell of money, sweat, and hormones.

Just as the atmosphere was electric and everyone was caught up in the excitement of the gambling, Lin Qingyang's capable-looking female secretary, dressed in a business suit, hurried through the crowd and whispered a few words in his ear.

Lin Qingyang's smile froze instantly, his brows furrowed tightly, and a clear surprise and a hint of barely perceptible irritation flashed in his eyes.

He was silent for a few seconds before waving his hand, his voice low but undeniably firm: "Why is she here... Fine, she's already here. Let her come in and find me!"

"Yes, Mr. Lin." The secretary replied crisply and turned to leave quickly.

After a brief pause, the game resumed with a flurry of shuffling and betting, and the noise gradually increased, but there seemed to be an imperceptible sense of observation and anticipation in the air.

Everyone seemed focused on the card game, but their eyes kept glancing towards the door.

About ten minutes later.

The capable female secretary returned, followed by a woman.

The moment this woman appeared, she was like a pebble thrown into a noisy pond, instantly attracting many eyes—even though her posture at that moment was so timid, with her head bowed almost humbly and her hands nervously twisted in front of her.

Her figure is simply too outstanding.

She appears to be over 1.7 meters tall, with a graceful figure and near-perfect proportions.

A tight-fitting black halter dress accentuated her breathtaking curves like a second skin. Full, proud breasts, a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, and a suddenly rising yet smoothly tapering full bottom.

What's most eye-catching are her legs—long, straight, and flowing from her full thighs to her slender ankles, like the most exquisite sketch by a master. Her skin appears even more radiant against the black silk.

Her thick, cascading black hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, swaying slightly with her uneasy trembling.

The secretary led her to a spot not far from the card table.

Perhaps sensing the gazes of countless eyes, she finally timidly raised her head—

She has a small, delicate face with exquisitely beautiful features.

Beneath her long, curled natural eyelashes were a pair of surprisingly large, misty eyes, now filled with fear and pleading, like a frightened fawn.

Her small nose was slightly red, but the bridge was high and delicate. Her pale lips were tightly bitten by her pearly teeth, leaving faint marks.

Even shrouded in immense fear and embarrassment, this face could not conceal its stunning beauty; standing there, it was a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

A truly beautiful young woman, both pitiful and incredibly sexy.

"Mr. Lin, the person has arrived," the female secretary announced in a formulaic manner.

Lin Qingyang seemed not to hear, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

He stared intently at the cards in his hand, slowly picking one before speaking in an extremely casual yet icy tone. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the noise of the card table: "How many times have I told you?"

He flicked his cigarette ash: "Paying back debts is a matter of course."

He paused, his tone turning cold: "Haven't I been generous enough? How much time have I given you in advance?"

He finally glanced at her sideways, his gaze icy and devoid of any warmth: "This isn't how you make a living. Give me any more leeway? What will the other guys think? How will I, Lin Qingyang, ever face the world again?"

He slammed his cards down on the table with a sharp "thud," his gaze as sharp as a knife fixed on her pale face: "Final ultimatum, three days! Just three days!"

He held up three fingers, his tone resolute and brooking no argument: "Within three days, give me back every penny, principal and interest, right here."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice lower but carrying an even more terrifying chill: "If you can't pay it back..." He drew out his words, his gaze sweeping over her slender arm, "then don't blame me for following the rules and breaking your arm as interest. Crying and begging won't help then."

"I...I...Mr. Lin...please..." The beautiful young woman's voice trembled uncontrollably. The immense fear made her incoherent, and tears welled up in her eyes as if they were about to burst forth at any moment.

Her slender body trembled uncontrollably, like a flower about to wither in the cold wind.

Ye Fan took in the whole scene. His face was expressionless, his eyes indifferent, as if he were watching a drama that had nothing to do with him.

The female secretary, observing Ye Fan's gaze lingering on the beautiful young woman, immediately moved to his side, maintaining a professional smile, and explained in a low, concise, and restrained voice that only the two of them could hear: "Young Master Ye, this is Ms. Lu."

She precisely gave the surname: "Three months ago, I borrowed one million from President Lin for working capital, supposedly for..."

The secretary paused almost imperceptibly, a hint of disdain in her voice, "To cover up gambling debts. And unsurprisingly, she lost all the money again. President Lin has already made an exception and given her a one-month grace period for the initial repayment date; that's more than enough."

Ye Fan nodded almost imperceptibly.

Gambler? He knew the answer in his heart, and that little bit of curiosity vanished instantly, replaced by a detached indifference.

Those who get mired in gambling addiction deserve no sympathy.

He casually raised his hand, a simple gesture indicating that his secretary didn't need to say anything more.

The female secretary immediately understood, her smile remaining unchanged. She bowed slightly, silently took half a step back, and stood a step behind Ye Fan, restoring her perfect silhouette as if the whispers had never happened.

The noise at the card table and Lin Qingyang's cold words remained the main theme in the courtyard.