Chapter 33: Who Was It Last Night?

Early in the morning, Ai Xiaomei barged in once again.

“Wake up, wake up!” she called out, patting him as she did.

“What now?”

“Go buy breakfast!” Ai Xiaomei demanded.

“Ai Xiaomei, do you have any sense of humanity left? It’s not even dawn yet. Can’t you let me sleep in peace for once?” Yang Fan complained miserably.

“Nope, you have to go buy me breakfast.” Ai Xiaomei insisted, vigorously rubbing Yang Fan’s head.

He hadn’t fully woken up, but her relentless shaking forced him awake.

“I’m not going.”

“Are you going or not? I’ll count to three.”

“You can count to a hundred and I still won’t go!” Yang Fan pulled the covers over his head, but as soon as he did, Ai Xiaomei plopped herself right onto him, shaking him with renewed vigor. Yang Fan was at his wit’s end; he had no words left for Ai Xiaomei’s shameless tactics.

With a heavy sigh, he finally got out of bed. Just as he reached the door, he remembered he didn’t have a single cent on him.

Life was rough; he must be the poorest one here.

When Yang Fan returned with breakfast, everyone was already up, though the sun still hadn’t risen. Xu Zihan seemed nervous, for today was a day she’d never dared even dream of. Lin Ruo and Lin Xi calmly ate their breakfast. Yang Fan stole a few glances at Lin Ruo—she seemed addicted to giving massages.

“Hey, don’t look at her. She wasn’t the one who gave you a massage last night,” Ai Xiaomei blurted out, daring to say anything.

Yang Fan glared at her. How embarrassing to have last night's affairs discussed in broad daylight.

“It really wasn’t her…”

Yang Fan stuffed a fried dough stick into Ai Xiaomei’s mouth. Enough already.

“Yang Fan, you look really good in that outfit—handsome enough to make girls swoon.”

“Is that so? Mainly, it’s expensive!” Yang Fan laughed, sneaking another glance at Lin Ruo, who remained expressionless.

Could it really not have been Lin Ruo last night? Then who was it? There were only four women here.

If it wasn’t Lin Ruo, Lin Xi was even less likely. Ai Xiaomei? Impossible. And Xu Zihan? Also unlikely; if they were best friends, that line wouldn’t be crossed.

Besides, if it had been Xu Zihan, her face would be flushed at this moment.

“Stop guessing. Do you want to know who it was?”

“No,” Yang Fan replied with a glare.

“You scoundrel, irresponsible!” Ai Xiaomei muttered to herself.

Yang Fan was startled—did something else happen last night?

“Yang Fan, we’re leaving now. What time will you arrive?” Xu Zihan asked.

“Should be nine o’clock.”

“Alright, with you here, I won’t be so nervous.”

“Xiaomei, let’s go!”

“Sister Zihan, I’m sticking with him today!” Ai Xiaomei declared.

“Fine, then the three of us will go.” Xu Zihan said, leading Lin Ruo and Lin Xi away.

Yang Fan shot Ai Xiaomei a sharp look. “Who was it last night?”

“I won’t tell you, I won’t!” Ai Xiaomei shook her head and even sang a little tune.

“I’ll take you shopping five times!”

“Ten times!”

“Fine, ten times. Now tell me,” Yang Fan said irritably.

“I caught a kitten.”

“Do you even believe that?”

“I do! It really was a kitten—a poor little thing. You have no compassion at all. How could you be like this?”

“I…” Yang Fan was speechless. He was certain it hadn’t been a cat—he could tell the difference between a cat’s paws and a human hand.

So who was it?

Yang Fan was about to grab Ai Xiaomei and interrogate her properly, but she darted away, leaving only the sound of her knocking on doors.

“I didn’t go today—surprised? Happy? Excited?” she called out.

Yang Fan was at his wit’s end…

At seven in the morning, Yang Fan and his group arrived at the company on time. Everyone was early—even Lao San and his crew had finished breakfast and arrived.

Their excitement from yesterday still hadn’t faded.

“Good morning, Director Yang!”

“Morning! How did you all sleep last night?” Yang Fan asked.

“So comfortable! We’ve never slept so peacefully before—our old days were full of anxiety.”

“Work hard, and I promise you’ll return home in glory.”

“Thank you, Director Yang.”

Ai Xiaomei followed closely behind Yang Fan. When they reached the office, Wu Qian was already there, along with everyone else.

“Xiaomei, come here,” Zhang Meng called.

Ai Xiaomei bounced over cheerfully. Yang Fan rolled his eyes—couldn’t she stop trailing him?

“Director Yang,” Wu Qian greeted.

Yang Fan nodded and invited Wu Qian to sit. Today, everyone wore matching uniforms. Even Wu Qian in professional attire had a certain charm.

“Uncle, at eight o’clock sharp, the car will arrive,” she reported.

“Alright!” Yang Fan replied, noticing Liu Haoyu heading over to Ai Xiaomei, with Qian Xue’er also present. Perfect—Ai Xiaomei could tutor them both.

“Wang Xin, Qin Jun, did you get your cars yesterday?”

“Of course! Even Lao Ye’s old clunker was replaced,” Wang Xin replied.

“That’s more like it. When we go out, we should make a fine impression.”

Though the day was hazy, it couldn’t hide Ye Xiao and the others’ excitement. Lao San’s group felt the same. In their eyes, the Liu family’s so-called old cars were already quite luxurious.

Yang Fan told everyone to sit while he stepped out briefly, returning with Zhao Jing. Ai Xiaomei, for reasons unknown, insisted Zhao Jing and Wu Qian sit together.

That girl always craved chaos!

She behaved the same on the bus—though Zhao Jing and Wu Qian didn’t play along. For Zhao Jing, there was nothing to fight for. For Wu Qian, companionship was the truest confession of affection.

As the personal secretary, she was sure her chance would come…

The others chatted idly, while Lao San’s crew stared at Yang Fan like he was a legend. The boss was simply too impressive!

To have such stunning women utterly devoted—clearly, they needed more training to reach his level.

Ai Xiaomei sat beside Yang Fan, her milk tea and snacks at the ready.

“So, who was it last night? And don’t tell me it was the kitten!” Yang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

“Do you really want to know?” Ai Xiaomei said, munching on snacks without a care.

“I do!”

“Then do you really want to know who your first woman was?”

“I really do!” Yang Fan was nearly in tears—he must have made a grave mistake last night.

“Well, it wasn’t Sister Zihan, nor Lin Ruo or Lin Xi! Maybe it was Zhao Jing, maybe Wu Qian, or possibly Sister Zihan’s little friend, or maybe…”

“Enough!” Yang Fan was exasperated—she was spouting nonsense in a perfectly serious tone.

Yang Fan’s mood soured. As for why the others were in his bedroom, with Ai Xiaomei around, what wouldn’t she dare to do?