Chapter 155: He Is a Second-Generation Wealthy Heir! (Happy New Year)

“Come on, rock-paper-scissors!”

Yang Fan knew he could never win against Zhao Mengnan, mainly because girls had their own way of coaxing, and he simply admitted defeat.

Zhao Mengnan then took out a pair of couple watches and fastened one onto Yang Fan’s wrist.

“Remember, the loser has to wear it for seven days. And there’s more!”

She also put a matching couple necklace on him.

Yang Fan was devastated and nodded helplessly. Wasn’t this just asking to be beaten up by his wives?

“What if I take them off?”

“That’s up to your conscience. Remember, men have mountains to cross to chase women; women have only a veil to cross to chase men. If you take them off, we’ll have to spend seven nights together—not playing cards, but really together.”

“Alright then,” Yang Fan said.

“Be honest, okay? If you take them off yourself, you better come over voluntarily!” Zhao Mengnan reminded him once more. Yang Fan hurriedly left.

“Mr. Yang!”

At the door, he bumped into some people from Fanmei. To cover his embarrassment, Yang Fan walked out confidently.

In truth, everyone knew the ambiguous relationship between Yang Fan and Zhao Mengnan. This was what people called a scandal...

At the entrance, Yang Fan realized he couldn’t drive.

“Xiaoyu, why don’t you drive me? I’m not that close to Liang He either,” Yang Fan asked.

Xiaoyu hesitated for a while but eventually agreed.

She drove out in a white SUV. Yang Fan mused that all the women around him seemed to favor white cars—from Lin Ruolinxi and Zhao Jing to Wang Yun, and then Ye Bing...

Apparently, the only two who couldn’t drive, Xia Yu Fei and Wu Qian, would probably like the same model if they could.

Ye Bing felt sorry for Yang Fan’s miserable situation. As his sister-in-law, she secretly slipped him twenty thousand yuan—tucked inside the car. Seeing cash again, Yang Fan was overjoyed.

The car slowly set off.

“Yang Fan, we have such a good Yun’er at home, yet you’re out there chasing other women!” Xiaoyu couldn’t help but ask.

“I’m not chasing anyone! They’re all my wives!” Yang Fan replied. That was the truth—they were all legally married.

As for monogamy in modern society, Ai Xiaomei was a system expert; with her around, nothing was impossible.

Of course, Lin Ruo had also said it would end with Wang Yun. From then on, the wives’ quota was closed, and anyone else would be a mistress.

No more marriage certificates for them, and Yang Fan wouldn’t be supporting his mistresses—that was their own responsibility.

Yang Fan wasn’t bothered. He had no plans to find anyone else. His so-called mistresses—Huo Xinxie, who had taken all his belongings, was probably quite wealthy now; Zhao Mengnan was rich, and Zhong Ziyan needed no introduction with her family’s billions in assets.

“All your wives? Aren’t you afraid you’ll wear yourself out?” Xiaoyu said.

Yang Fan chuckled. When it came to his wives and mistresses, only a few really mattered. It had been so many days since he’d even touched them.

Family matters were only for the family to know.

“Where to now?”

“To your class reunion spot. Liang He invited me to dinner,” Yang Fan said.

“You scared him off, didn’t you?”

“No, just discussing some business. By the way, I’ve already talked to Sister Bing. You and An Lan will stay here for a while before being appointed general managers of the Fanmei Estate.”

“You’ve got plans for us, huh? Why are you being so nice?” Xiaoyu laughed.

“Where are your thoughts? You’re Yun’er’s close friends. The estate is being renovated and short-staffed. You two are perfect for the job.”

“I thought you wanted us as mistresses!”

“You’re overthinking! I only want beautiful women!” Yang Fan said.

“I’m beautiful too, you know!” Xiaoyu laughed. Usually, those who joked like that were the last to become mistresses.

“So, you and An Lan should keep an eye on those rich second-generation heirs like Han Shao and Song Shao. They’re richer than me. Marrying into a wealthy family, isn’t that great?”

“I don’t want to marry into wealth. That means fighting with a mistress!” Xiaoyu said.

“Fight with a mistress? That mistress wouldn’t stand a chance against you, especially with your occasional tomboy charm!”

“I’m a goddess!” Xiaoyu curled her lips.

“How about this: you tell me now—Han Shao or Song Shao? I’ll call one of them for you! Fate often strikes suddenly!” Yang Fan pulled out his phone.

“Do I have to choose?”

“Of course! You won’t know if it’s right until you date them!” Yang Fan tempted her seriously.

“That’s too sudden,” Xiaoyu said bitterly.

“Sudden is exactly what we want. Leave destiny to the heavens. Come on, pick one!”

“Then I choose Song Shao.”

As soon as she said it, regret crept in. But Yang Fan had already dialed.

“You’re really calling?”

“Of course!” Yang Fan said, putting the phone to his ear.

Xiaoyu drove nervously, heart pounding.

“Hello, Mr. Song!”

Xiaoyu was immediately caught off guard, coughing repeatedly. Wait, wasn’t she calling Song Shao? Why was she talking to his father instead?

“I’m setting you up with a daughter-in-law. Not bad, right? It’s Yun’er’s friend, Xiaoyu.”

“You think it’s a good match? Perfect then!”

Yang Fan was delighted, getting more enthusiastic as the conversation went on.

Until he hung up...

“Did you hear? Mr. Song is very pleased with you as a daughter-in-law!”

“Is it decided already?” Xiaoyu asked in despair.

“Of course! Get ready to marry into a wealthy family.”

“I…”

“Don’t worry, if Song Shao wants a mistress, he’ll have to sneak around. As the legitimate wife, you can still keep him in line!”

Xiaoyu was flustered. Her entire future had just been decided with a single sentence!

“Stay calm. This is a flash marriage—once the rice is cooked, there’s no turning back. The Song family won’t have time to regret it!”

“I…”

“No worries. Soon, Song Shao will come pick you up. Just wait here for the meeting.”

Xiaoyu was utterly panicked—she wasn’t prepared at all!

“I’m not ready, Yang Fan!”

“What’s there to prepare? You’re a girl; you look beautiful just like this!”

Just as he said this, Yang Fan suddenly froze. Xiaoyu was going on a date with Song Shao. What about him, who couldn’t drive?

“Really going?”

“You wait, drop me off at the foot of that building first.”

Xiaoyu’s heart raced as she nervously asked, “Then how will you get back?”

“I’ll get a designated driver. This is your big moment—I can’t be a burden!” Yang Fan was pleased with the plan.

“Can I not go?” Xiaoyu started the car, still trying to recover.

“You have to go. Why wouldn’t you? Oh, and I’m doing another good deed—getting An Lan married off too.”

Yang Fan happily called An Lan and then Mr. Han. Han Shao had also arranged a date with An Lan.

Xiaoyu nearly spat blood beside them. Could things get any more reckless?