Chapter 63: The Redeemed One

“Who was calling you, darling?”

“It was Mr. Han. He said he wanted to treat us to dinner tonight. As if I need him to—what’s a few hundred thousand, anyway?” Yang Fan replied after hanging up the phone.

He said this deliberately, knowing there were people tailing him.

“Isn’t it great to have someone treat us? Leave the money, and buy me another house.”

“As much as you want. Didn’t I give you a card this morning?”

“And that one, that dress—I want that too.” Huo Xinxin pointed at a dress, which alone cost fifty or sixty thousand.

She was actually frightened…

“That one, and those as well—just wrap them all up,” Yang Fan said, pointing at several more items.

The shop assistant was equally stunned, but didn’t say a word—Yang Fan paid without so much as a blink.

“Darling, have you ever spent this much money on your other wives?”

“Wouldn’t it just be a waste on them?”

“Then tonight, I’ll have to give you a proper reward!”

…

The afternoon was spent shopping again—necklaces, earrings, rings—she was now adorned with millions’ worth of jewelry.

The people from Redemption finally left. They decided Yang Fan was simply a fool with too much money, and who better to target than someone like that? As for hiring accomplices, they dared not—after all, the circle of wealthy clients was their lifeblood. If word got out they’d fleeced one of their own, their business would be finished.

Instead, their cunning lay in finding people at odds with their target as a way to achieve their schemes.

Yang Fan sent a group message to Lin Ruo and the others, informing them he’d be on duty that evening and wouldn’t be coming home. Lin Ruo had insisted he return that night, but the agreement had already been signed, and in truth, he was performing official duties.

He had already received word that the Redemption people had found those he’d arranged to be in place, which settled his nerves.

At the Huanjiang Club, Yang Fan entered arm in arm with Huo Xinxin. Mr. Han was waiting for them at the door.

“Young brother Yang!”

“Brother Han!”

…

Their greeting was warm, though in truth it was all for show. Yang Fan had truly mastered the art of telling people what they wanted to hear.

“Come on in!”

All the staff treated them with the utmost respect, leading them directly to the exclusive area—the Imperial Feast Room, which was done up to look just like a palace.

The servers were all exceptionally attractive, dressed in sheer attire that left Yang Fan staring in awe.

“You missed out yesterday, my friend—not coming here to enjoy yourself!”

“If I’d known it was this beautiful, I would have!” Yang Fan laughed.

“That’s why I brought you here tonight!” Mr. Han chuckled, then added, “And to introduce you to someone.”

“Sure—is she a beauty? I’ll take them all, brother. You don’t know what it’s been like—my wives have kept me on a tight leash these days!”

Yang Fan spoke openly, making it easy for anyone to check up on.

“It’s good to pick a wildflower now and then! Come, brother, and sister-in-law, please, have a seat!”

Yang Fan and Huo Xinxin sat down together without the slightest reservation. Yang Fan’s gaze lingered on the attendants for some time.

The more he looked, the more enchanting they seemed…

“Bring on the food—let’s make sure my young brother eats his fill first!”

It was indeed an imperial feast—palace cuisine that Yang Fan had never tasted before, especially with the servers attending to them at every turn.

He felt like an emperor.

There was music and dancing, everything one would expect from a royal banquet. Only after they were full and satisfied did Mr. Han wave a hand, sending all the attendants away.

Music played again and a group of maids appeared—not Mr. Han’s two, but five, each petite and charming, with sweet smiles. Truly, the people from Redemption were scoundrels.

It seemed they were showing off—the maids were openly enticing, their bodies barely concealed, and as each layer of clothing slipped away, a sense of mystery filled the air.

They flirted with Yang Fan, getting close and playful.

“Mr. Han, you bought five more?”

“Me? I don’t have that kind of money! I brought you here to see for yourself—someone wants to talk to you.”

“Of course!” Yang Fan grinned.

Mr. Han clapped his hands, and someone emerged from the back.

A woman, flanked by bodyguards and several attendants.

“Mr. Yang, let me introduce you—this is Sister Ying. Sister Ying, this is Mr. Yang.”

The woman greeted him warmly, coming over to shake his hand—Yang Fan even took the opportunity to caress her hand.

“Young brother Yang, Sister Ying is the seller of the maids!”

“Ah, Sister Ying! I’ve heard so much about you!”

“Mr. Yang, you’re too kind. Your exploits have already become the talk of the town—you’ve had your way with the police beauty, which really let us all vent our frustrations.”

“That woman? She’s only fit to be a mistress. She dreams of marrying up, but none of my wives are less beautiful than her.”

“That’s what makes you remarkable, Mr. Yang!”

“Come, let me introduce you—this is my first mistress, Su Xier. You know, having too many wives is a hassle—they’re forever keeping tabs on me.”

“Miss Xier, a pleasure.”

“Sister Ying, hello.”

At a signal from Sister Ying, a maid stepped forward with a gift for Huo Xinxin.

“Sister Ying, if you’re handing out gifts, why not give me a maid, too?” Yang Fan joked.

“Money’s no object for you, Mr. Yang. In fact, I came tonight specifically to discuss the purchase of maids with you.”

“Now that’s a topic I like!” Yang Fan sat down with rustic enthusiasm.

“It’s like this. Our maids are divided into three grades—third-tier, second-tier, first-tier, and premium. Third-tier starts at one hundred thousand, second-tier at five hundred thousand, first-tier at a million, and premium at three million.”

“And we operate on a membership system, meaning you have to progress from third-tier up…”

Yang Fan waved a hand dismissively. “Sister Ying, enough details—I’ll never remember it all. Just tell me, how much is the membership?”

“Third-tier auction membership is one million.”

Yang Fan clapped a hand to his forehead. “Honestly, Sister Ying, your business is too cheap.”

Sister Ying was taken aback—she’d heard Yang Fan spent money like water, but hadn’t expected him to be so extravagant.

Cheap? He was the first to say so!

“Here’s what—starting with a third-tier membership, if I wanted to reach the premium level, how much would it cost in total?”

“A total of ten million.”

Yang Fan gave a wry smile. “Honestly, I have nothing more to say—your business is too cheap. Someone, bring the money.”

A maid approached, and Yang Fan tossed her a card.

“Here, there’s twelve million on this card. Set up my membership, and withdraw two million for yourselves—deposit it on your end so I don’t have to carry cash back and forth.”

Sister Ying smiled. “Mr. Yang, you’re truly generous. By the way, half your membership fee will be credited back to your account for you to use.”

“I’ll leave it to you!” Yang Fan waved her off, and as if remembering something, said suddenly, “Don’t tell my wives about these maids!”

“Never, Mr. Yang.”

“Don’t worry, young brother Yang!”

“Good.” Yang Fan smiled, holding Huo Xinxin close.

“Sister Ying, the ladies behind you are all excellent, and so are the five from earlier—I want you to reserve them for me.”

“No need to worry, Mr. Yang. Now that you’re one of our top clients, only the best will be reserved for you. The third-tier auction will be held the afternoon after tomorrow—I’ll notify you then.”

“All right, just let me know when the time comes.”