Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 434 Ambition knows no age; without ambition, life is wasted.

Just as the heavy feelings of gratitude and lingering fear in the courtyard had not completely dissipated, a sudden uproar erupted from the neighboring courtyard, as if it were coming through an invisible wall, and came clearly over.

Lin Qingyang's birthday banquet has officially begun.

Music, voices, and the clinking of glasses intertwined to create a lavish symphony, forming a jarring contrast with the silence of the small courtyard.

Lu Bingxian instantly came to her senses and realized that she and her daughter were not invited guests and should not stay any longer.

She quickly tugged at her still somewhat dazed daughter and whispered, "Qiqi, we should go."

As if to confirm her words, Lin Qingyang's secretary, with her exquisite makeup and professional suit, walked in with light steps.

With a well-trained and polite smile on her face, her gaze fell precisely on Ye Fan. She bowed slightly and said in a clear and respectful voice, "Young Master Ye, President Lin instructed me to invite you to take your seat. The head table has been reserved for you and Young Master Shao Jie."

After saying that, she did not urge him, but stood quietly to the side, waiting respectfully.

Ye Fan nodded casually: "Okay, I'll be there shortly."

The female secretary maintained her smile, nodded slightly to Lu Bingxian and her daughter, and then turned and left, her movements swift and graceful.

Ye Fan turned to Wen Qi, a gentle smile on his face, his tone relaxed yet carrying an undeniable sense of reassurance: "It's alright."

He naturally reached out and gently ruffled Wen Qi's smooth ponytail, a tender gesture reassuring like an older brother: "Don't overthink it, just go home. Leave adult matters to the adults."

He looked at Lu Bingxian, his eyes conveying trust: "Auntie will definitely be able to handle it."

Wen Qi felt the warm, brief touch on her head, her cheeks flushed slightly, and the heavy sorrow in her heart seemed to be dispelled somewhat by this comfort.

She nodded vigorously, a bright smile blooming on her face, tinged with tears: "Yes! I understand!"

......

In late October, the autumn wind in Nanjing was already noticeably chilly.

However, deep within the Guitian Courtyard, the seasons seemed to have vanished, enveloped by a sweltering heat of human activity.

The stoves roared, and the chefs sweated profusely as their iron ladles clashed against the edges of the pots, creating a rhythmic thud. Ten large round tables were arranged in a staggered pattern, extending from the inner courtyard to the outer corridor, and almost every seat was taken.

The table was covered with tempting authentic Huaiyang dishes. The soft-shelled eel was glossy and smooth, the braised crab meat lion's head was plump and enticing, the braised dried bean curd strips had a milky white broth, and the crystal meat was translucent... The delicacies were delicious and the aroma was irresistible.

Most of the guests were wealthy young men of Wu Shaojie's age, dressed smartly and chatting merrily.

Interspersed among them were some young faces from Lin Qingyang's men—small-time thugs and delinquent girls. They had toned down their usual roguishness, but couldn't hide their excitement, their eyes frequently glancing at the makeshift stage.

The stage was where the atmosphere was at its hottest.

The song and dance troupe that Lin Qingyang invited was putting on a great show. The singers, dressed in dazzling costumes, sang loudly, while the dancers twirled and leaped to the beat, their skirts fluttering. The dazzling lights swept across every face in the audience, some captivated and others excited.

The loud music, the boisterous voices, the clinking of glasses, and the smoke wafting from the kitchen all combined to create a lively, almost frenetic, atmosphere for the feast.

Ye Fan and Wu Shaojie sat at the main table in a position with a good view.

He remained calm, slowly picking at his food, occasionally chatting with Wu Shaojie, who was in high spirits beside him. His gaze occasionally swept over the noisy singing and dancing on the stage, carrying a hint of detachment from an observer.

This detached indifference, set against the backdrop of the surrounding revelry, seemed somewhat out of place, yet it possessed its own unique aura.

After a few drinks, Wu Shaojie became even more enthusiastic.

He leaned closer to Ye Fan, lowered his voice, and chatted casually, "Hey, Lao Ye, those three Bentleys you asked me to order for you last time," he held up three fingers and wagged them, "you'll be able to pick them up in a couple of days! So, do you want the dealership to deliver them directly to the Jiangwan City underground parking garage, or would you like to have a special delivery ceremony?"

He raised an eyebrow, giving off an air of "just say the word, and I'll take care of it."

Ye Fan was somewhat surprised that the selection process was so quick, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Oh? So fast?"

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "When you're ready to pick up the car, just message me on WeChat or call me."

He swirled the wine in his glass, his eyes calm: "We'll see how things go then."

"Alright!" Wu Shaojie readily agreed, then picked up his full glass of wine. "Come on, let's have one!"

The crisp clinking of glasses was instantly drowned out by the deafening music and the bustling crowd.

Ye Fan casually raised his glass and clinked it lightly, the amber-colored liquid swirling gently in the glass.

......

Lu Bingxian, holding her daughter's hand, did not choose the noisy front gate, but quietly left through the back gate of the small courtyard where she had just experienced humiliation and a turning point.

The clamor behind her seemed like a distant echo, and the cold night wind brushed against her face, finally allowing her tense nerves to relax slightly.

Her footsteps trod on the cobblestones of the quiet alley, but her heart was like a turbulent sea.

Ye Fan...

That face, so young it was almost unnatural, lingered in her mind.

At less than twenty years old, he could talk and laugh with a seasoned veteran like Lin Qingyang, who had been entrenched in Jinling for many years and had connections in both the underworld and legitimate society, and even make the other party respectful and willing to back down!

That composure, that invisible authority, is something that ordinary students do not possess!

"Ambition knows no age; without ambition, one lives a wasted life." Lu Bingxian sighed silently in her heart, and for the first time, she looked at this classmate of her daughter with almost awe.

Today, she entered that den of wolves and tigers with the determination to burn her boats, even if it meant mutual destruction.

My only thought was that, no matter what, I couldn't let those ravenous thugs come down to my house and block the door, frightening my daughter!

She even prepared for the worst...

However, fate is far more dramatic than imagined.

The daughter rushed in without hesitation, witnessing the most unbearable scene unfold before her eyes; in this desperate situation, however, things took an unexpected turn, and the one who saved them was none other than the daughter's mysterious and powerful classmate!

This tumultuous day exhausted her, but it also ignited a faint spark in the ashes of despair.

"Qiqi".

She gripped her daughter's hand tightly, as if trying to convey some kind of strength, her voice hoarse with the shock of surviving a disaster and an undeniable firmness.

"Remember what Mom said, don't think about anything, just focus on your studies! Mom will handle things herself!"

Her voice was exceptionally clear.

She paused, trying to paint a slightly more reassuring picture for her daughter, even though she herself knew the difficulties involved: "Although the house and dance studio are mortgaged, as long as we pay the interest on time, they're still ours! That's hope! Just focus on your studies, the sky won't fall!"