Chapter 156: I Won't Give You a Single Penny

At the foot of the Hanfu Tower, Yang Fan sat proudly in his car, video-calling Wang Yun. Since he had successfully married off both of her best friends, he was wondering how Wang Yun would reward him tonight.

Indeed, he was fishing for compliments!

"Hmph! Do you really think Xiaoyu and Anlan can tame those two young masters?" Wang Yun asked over the phone.

"Whether they can tame them or not doesn't really matter. The key is that they are the legal wives now. As for those young masters playing around outside, that's their own business—at least they wouldn't dare bring anyone home!"

Wang Yun curled her lips. Just as she thought, men were all the same!

Sensing that Young Master Song was about to arrive, Yang Fan handed the phone over to Xiaoyu so the two best friends could chat properly.

He pushed the car door open and stepped out.

After waiting for about ten minutes, he spotted Young Master Song's car approaching.

Yang Fan waved his hand, and Young Master Song drove the car straight toward him.

"President Yang!"

Young Master Song stepped out of the vehicle, showing the respectful attitude of a junior toward an elder. Well, that was only natural, considering Young Master Song's father and Yang Fan addressed each other as brothers.

"Xiaoyu, are you satisfied?"

"Of course I am!" Would Young Master Song dare to say otherwise? His father would skin him alive.

In these wealthy families, marriage was essentially a form of alliance. The Song family and the Han family advanced and retreated together, and President Song was well aware of Yang Fan's extraordinary abilities.

Therefore, this political marriage was inevitable!

Young Master Song also knew that he had no say in his own marriage; it wasn't up to him to choose whom to marry.

During the drive, he had come to terms with it. Xiaoyu's looks were not bad at all, so he decided to accept his fate.

"Come on, Xiaoyu, step out. President Song is here!"

Xiaoyu's heart hammered frantically against her ribs, but she still emerged from the car.

"Young Master Song, I'm leaving Xiaoyu in your hands. Have a wonderful time today. Oh, and keep Young Master Han in mind—it would be best if the four of you stick together."

"I know. Young Master Han left around the same time I did. You can rest assured, President Yang!"

Yang Fan took the phone back from Xiaoyu, nodded happily, and watched as Young Master Song and Xiaoyu drove away.

Feeling that he had done yet another wonderful deed, his mood soared instantly.

Inside Young Master Song's car, Xiaoyu sat in nervous suspense, while Young Master Song remained silent.

"Since you left, won't President Yang need someone to drive his car?"

"He said he'd hire a designated driver," Xiaoyu replied, her face flushed with lingering shyness.

"Alright then!" Young Master Song pulled over immediately, dialed a designated driving service, and specifically requested their most attractive female driver.

Young Master Song felt he had also done a good deed and hung up the phone with a satisfied smile.

"This is the only way to match our President Yang's status!" Young Master Song said cheerfully.

Xiaoyu kept quiet. Young Master Song chuckled and said, "Don't be nervous. We're going to pick up Young Master Han and your good friend Anlan now. Then you two can show me and Young Master Han around Tianhai. We aren't very familiar with this city, you see!"

"Okay," Xiaoyu replied. Having Anlan with her would keep things from becoming too awkward. Being alone with this young master truly made her quite anxious.

Yang Fan stepped into the lobby, where Liang He was already waiting. Liang He had arrived early in the morning.

When he received Yang Fan's call the previous night, he had been consumed by anxiety and terror. To this day, he still had no idea whether Yang Fan was coming to settle accounts or for some other reason entirely.

"President Yang!"

Yang Fan nodded.

"Let's go upstairs first. We can talk up there!"

Liang He looked terribly nervous. Yang Fan chuckled inwardly; the reason he sought out Liang He was precisely because Liang He had a conflict with him!

And such a conflict would create a certain illusion for Jiang Tao: an enemy's enemy is a friend!

Inside the elevator, Liang He's legs were shaking. As Yang Fan stood in the center of the car, his phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, greetings!"

"Hello, sir. I'm from the designated driving service, and I've arrived!"

Yang Fan paused in surprise. Who had ordered a female designated driver for him? But upon second thought, it had to be either Young Master Song or Xiaoyu. As for why they chose a female driver, it was probably because his reputation as a hopeless playboy was already deeply ingrained in everyone's minds!

Of course, Yang Fan was overthinking it. Young Master Song merely thought a female driver befitted President Yang's status.

"Come up to the eighth floor, then!" Yang Fan said. Since she was already here, it would save him the trouble of finding another driver.

"Understood, sir!"

Yang Fan hung up the phone and stepped out of the elevator. The entire eighth floor had been completely reserved by Liang He.

"President Yang, please!" Liang He said deferentially.

"Wait a moment. The designated driver I called is coming right up." Yang Fan waited by the elevator lobby; he had always been so carefree and spontaneous.

Even back at Fanmei Company, he was the same. As the CEO, whenever he occasionally saw heavy items being moved, he would pitch in and help.

That was why the team spirit at Fanmei was so strong for a reason.

Liang He froze in confusion...

The digital floor indicator on the elevator flashed until Yang Fan saw the female driver step out!

"Mr. Yang, hello, I am Driver Number 202 from New Star Designated Driving!" The girl gave a polite bow.

She also had long hair. Beautiful women were everywhere, and this young lady could certainly be considered one of them.

However, Yang Fan had seen far too many beauties, so he had developed a strong immunity to them.

Yang Fan nodded, turned to Liang He, and instructed, "Arrange a place for her to wait!"

"Right away, President Yang!" Liang He gestured, and a female receptionist from the eighth floor hurried over.

"I have some business to discuss. I'll call for you later. Rest for a bit and grab something to eat—just order whatever you like."

"Thank you, Mr. Yang!" The girl followed the receptionist to another private dining room.

"President Yang, please this way!"

"No need to be so formal, let's go," Yang Fan said. Liang He led the way, walking straight into the grand banquet hall—the very place where the class reunion had taken place that day.

After walking a few steps, Yang Fan sat down in the exact same seat he had occupied previously.

Liang He looked stunned for a second, then waved his hand. Waiters immediately brought in dishes and were swiftly dismissed afterward.

Unfazed, Yang Fan picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

"President Yang, I..."

Yang Fan waved his hand dismissively and said, "Rest assured, I'm not here to give you a hard time."

If he had the leisure time to settle old scores with Liang He, he'd rather take a nap. Besides, considering how Liang He had pursued Yun'er for all those years, and recalling his own past experiences, they practically shared the same feelings of heartbreak!

"Thank you, President Yang, for your magnanimity!" The pressure weighing on Liang He dissipated instantly.

"Have a seat as well," Yang Fan said.

Liang He sat down gratefully. He now understood that as long as Yang Fan didn't hold a grudge, his Liang family would be eternally in his debt.

Just as Wang Yun had said back then, wiping out the Liang family's assets was nothing more than a single sentence from Yang Fan.

"President Yang, here is five million. I know five million is probably nothing in your eyes, but this is a token of my sincerity and my attitude toward making amends."

Liang He pushed a bank card across the table toward Yang Fan. Yang Fan sighed, put down his chopsticks, and said, "The reason I asked you here today is to discuss a specific matter with you!"

He tapped his phone a few times and slid it across the table to Liang He. "Take a look at this contract first. This is Mount Mowang."

Liang He respectfully picked it up, skimmed through it quickly, and handed the phone back.

"This Mount Mowang now belongs to me. Are you interested in a partnership?"

Liang He was utterly astounded. A partnership? What did that even mean? Partnering with Yang Fan meant Yang Fan was essentially handing money to him on a silver platter.