Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 503 This humble woman will definitely accompany you to the end.

Ye Fan followed his gaze and glanced around. Those vibrant and suggestive figures were indeed pleasing to the eye, but he simply looked away and coughed lightly.

"Ahem... You guys have fun. I'll just watch from here, it's fine."

His tone was so calm it seemed out of place.

He turned and walked alone to the main grandstand with a wide view, and sat down in a relatively quiet corner.

I ordered a glass of freshly squeezed, chilled orange juice. The cool liquid slid down my throat, slightly dispelling the heat and burnt tire smell in the air.

Looking down from above, the racetrack resembles a winding, giant black python.

One after another, supercars with different paint jobs and fierce designs turned into dazzling afterimages.

Tearing through the air on straightaways and carving thrilling drift arcs in curves, the puffs of smoke rising from the tires rubbing against the ground mingled with the roar of the engine, creating a dynamic picture full of violent aesthetics.

Ye Fan suddenly remembered the last time he came here with Gu Yuejia, when the place was deserted and desolate.

Today's bustling scene, filled with sports cars and beautiful women, is exactly what Wu Shaojie meant by a true "event" for the second generation.

He leaned back in his comfortable seat, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the cool rim of his glass, his gaze following the track...

Those frantically chasing lights and shadows, listening to the never-ending symphony of engines.

The noise around me strangely settles into a unique sense of tranquility and detachment within me.

The sweet and sour juice melted on the tip of the tongue, and together with the fast-paced feast built with money in front of me, I could taste a different flavor.

The sunlight felt warm and cozy on my skin.

Below him, the ceaseless roar and passion raged, while he alone enjoyed the tranquility of his elevated position.

Ye Fan was immersed in the unique rhythm of the steel torrent and engine roar below, enjoying this sense of detachment amidst the noise.

Suddenly, a deliberately crafted female voice, with a sticky sweetness and languid tone, precisely entered his hearing, like a feather brushing against his eardrums.

"Hey~ handsome, are you just spacing out here all by yourself?" The owner of the voice seemed to have a hook in his mouth.

Ye Fan turned his head to the side following the sound.

The woman in front of me was about twenty years old.

Her features appeared strikingly beautiful under the meticulously applied heavy makeup, striking just the right balance of maturity—neither too naive nor too worldly.

However, the overwhelming aura of worldliness emanating from her was as overpowering as cheap perfume. From her deliberately low neckline and tight-fitting hot pants to the undisguised provocation in her eyes, everything blatantly revealed her purpose and identity.

Ye Fan gave a polite smile, his gaze calm and unwavering, and gestured towards the roaring racetrack below: "My friends are playing with cars down there."

The answer was concise, yet carried a clear sense of distance.

The woman was clearly well-versed in this art and was not deterred by this slight coldness.

She swayed her hips, took a half-step forward, deliberately letting the rich floral and fruity scent of her perfume waft over, and at the same time, extended her brightly painted fingers, seemingly unintentionally twirling a strand of highlighted hair, her voice becoming increasingly sweet:

"That's so boring~ Do you want me to play with you for a while to cheer you up~"

Ye Fan raised an eyebrow, a playful smile creeping onto his lips: "Oh? How do we play?"

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, with a hint of casual scrutiny.

Thinking she had a chance, the woman's eyes lit up with delight, and she became even more flirtatious.

She turned slightly to the side and gestured with her chin toward the back of the stands, where a passageway leading to some private lounges could be vaguely seen.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her words were blunt and explicit: "The rules of the game~ of course depend on your mood, handsome~"

Her voice was even lower, with a breathy tone and a hint:

"There are quiet rooms inside, and the soundproofing is excellent~ You can do whatever you want~ This lady... will definitely accompany you to the very end~~"

The final note was drawn out long and alluring.

Tsk. No wonder the smell of worldliness is so strong.

Ye Fan understood, but remained outwardly calm.

He considered himself neither a saint who could remain unmoved by temptation, nor a starving ghost who would eat anything.

The "fast food" being served to him was neither appealing in appearance nor in taste, and it did not arouse his interest in the slightest.

His smile remained polite, but it had noticeably faded, carrying a distant politeness: "Thanks, I appreciate the kindness. I'll just wait for my friend here."

The refusal was swift and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

The woman was also a shrewd social climber, with an exceptional ability to read people's expressions and moods.

She immediately understood the cold indifference and barely perceptible disdain deep in Ye Fan's eyes.

Her charming smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal without any hesitation.

Her goal was clear—to make quick money.

If one sponsor doesn't work out, just find the next one; time is money.

She quickly adjusted her expression, gestured towards a corner not far away where several similarly dressed women were gathered, and maintained her professional smile:

"Okay, handsome~ I'll sit over there for a while. If you change your mind, or if your friends come over and you want to have some fun, feel free to come find me anytime~ My name is Lily."

After saying that, she turned around gracefully, her high heels swaying as she swayed her hips, and floated lightly towards her "sisters" like a butterfly.

Ye Fan picked up the half-full glass of orange juice, took a sip, and the cool, sweet and sour taste melted on his tongue, seemingly washing away the sticky feeling from before.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

As if they had caught the scent of fresh prey, less than ten minutes after Lily left, two or three more women with different styles of dress, but with a strikingly similar shrewdness and purpose in their eyes, "coincidentally" appeared one after another at the corner where Ye Fan was.

Their opening remarks were different:

"Hey handsome, you seem so quiet all by yourself. Is the game too noisy? Shall I chat with you?"

"Wow! That McLaren over there is so cool! Hey buddy, do you know anything about cars? Can you tell me about it?"

Some were even bolder, directly offering a cocktail: "Want to have a drink? Want to be friends?"

Without exception.

Their seemingly casual conversations and attempts to strike up a conversation ultimately aimed to probe Ye Fan's identity, background, and purchasing power.

Her gaze kept drifting, almost imperceptibly, to the seemingly understated yet expensive watch on his wrist.

Ye Fan had already figured out the tricks involved.

He maintained that polite yet distant mask, a perfectly timed slight smile on his face, responding flawlessly yet keeping everyone at arm's length.

To those who expressed concern, he smiled and shook his head: "It's not noisy, it's fine."

When asked about cars, he simply replied, "They're alright, I don't know much about them," and then said nothing more.

He waved the orange juice in his hand at the person offering him the drink, saying, "Thank you, but this will be fine with me."