Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 587 Brother Fan, You've Been Sold Out

"Oh no!" Wu Shaojie's heart skipped a beat. "Sister Qi is going to settle scores later! She couldn't be there because of her company's troubles that day, but now that she's recovered, she wants to challenge Brother Fan to a real fight on the track to get her revenge?"

Although he usually acts like a timid quail in front of An Qi, Ye Fan was, after all, someone he brought into that circle, and was his brother.

So, steeling himself, he mustered what little courage he might have had in his life and cautiously, tentatively, asked a question, his voice trembling:

"Um, Sister Qi... is there anything you need to tell Brother Fan?"

Before he could finish speaking, An Qi's voice on the other end of the line didn't rise, but at the very end of her clear, cold tone, it rose slightly, almost imperceptibly, like the tip of an icicle gently grazing glass.

"Um?"

With just a single syllable, the chilling pressure of authority, accumulated over years of experience in the business world, surged through the radio waves as if it were a tangible force:

"Wu Shaojie, you've gotten quite bold in just a few days. Now you even dare to interrogate me about my affairs?"

"hiss--!"

Upon hearing that signature, emotionless yet chilling tone, Wu Shaojie felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back, soaking his shirt.

That pitiful bit of "loyalty" and courage just now vanished without a trace, like a balloon punctured by a needle.

"Alright, alright! Brother Fan! I'm sorry! It's not that I'm not loyal, it's just that the enemy is too powerful! This female killing goddess is really beyond my capabilities! Good luck!"

Wu Shaojie was frantically begging for mercy inside, but his face was already forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, and he was speaking as fast as popping beans:

"No, no, no! Sister Qi, please don't misunderstand! I was wrong! I was just being nosy! It's not my fault!"

"I don't want to know anything! I didn't ask anything! Please wait a moment! I'll send you Brother Fan's number right now! Immediately! Right now!"

After hanging up the phone, An Qi listened to the busy tone coming from the receiver, shook her head helplessly, and curled her lips into a very faint, self-deprecating smile.

This Wu Shaojie is still so useless.

Almost the instant she put down her phone, the WeChat notification sound rang out crisply.

Wu Shaojie was indeed incredibly efficient; a note with "Ye Fan" followed by a string of numbers had already been sent.

An Qi opened the message, her gaze falling on the ordinary phone number, her finger hovering over the screen for a moment.

Without further hesitation, she pressed the number with her slender fingers and then gently tapped the call button.

The beeping sound of the receiver waiting to connect was particularly clear in the quiet office.

......

The trading room is located on the fourth floor of the Hongdou Building.

The afternoon recap was uneventful, with Jiangning Pharmaceutical's stock price hitting the daily limit, which was as thick as a city wall.

Ye Fan was sprawled out on the ergonomic chair, his relaxed posture bordering on arrogant.

He held a can of ice-cold cola in his hand, sipping it casually, his gaze lazily sweeping over the rows of festive red numbers on the screen.

"Buzzing—!"

The phone on the solid wood desk suddenly started vibrating wildly, like a restless beetle.

Ye Fan glanced at it sideways and saw an unfamiliar local Nanjing number displayed on the screen, with no contact name.

He pursed his lips, never having the patience for these unsolicited phone calls, especially during his leisurely moments of "counting money."

He stretched out two fingers, casually flipped the phone over, and slammed it down on the table with a "smack," intending to use physical silence.

However, the caller was clearly stubborn.

Less than ten seconds after the first vibration stopped, the buzzing noise started up again.

Then came the third time...

The phone vibrated loudly on the table, making Ye Fan's palm, which was resting on the edge of the table, feel numb.

"Tsk, this is never going to end."

Ye Fan, annoyed at being disturbed, clicked his tongue and reluctantly picked up his phone. Without even looking at it, he swiped to answer the call, his tone clearly dismissive and displeased at being interrupted.

"Hey? Who is this? If you're trying to sell loans, recommend stocks, or sell ocean-view properties and cemetery plots, please hang up immediately to save each other's time."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then a clear, melodious female voice, tinged with an indescribable melancholy and an unmistakable familiarity, came through. Each word was enunciated clearly, as if carrying icy sharpness:

"Ye Fan. Currently a sophomore in Class 2, Department of Business Administration, Jinling University, student ID 2014XXXX, and also the class monitor. Is that you? ?"

This abrupt, rude opening reminiscent of a police officer checking household registration left Ye Fan completely bewildered.

His brow furrowed instantly, his mind rapidly filtering through possible candidates, but he couldn't immediately match the voice with a specific image, and his tone became even more aggressive:

"Who are you? From the National Security Bureau or the neighborhood committee? So early in the morning... oh wait, it's afternoon. Shouldn't you at least introduce yourself before checking the water meter?"

Hearing his dismissive, nonchalant, and slightly roguish question, An Qi on the other end of the phone inexplicably found herself laughing in anger.

The laughter was soft, but it carried a unique charm as it came through the receiver.

She slowed her speech, each word seeming to have a hook:

"Who am I? Class Monitor Ye, you really have a bad memory. It's only been a few days, and you've already forgotten all about your sister? I still remember that I said last time that I would take you to the track and 'run a lap' with you."

track?

Run a lap?

These keywords struck Ye Fan's mind like lightning.

His hand trembled, and the mouthful of iced cola he had just poured into his mouth almost went straight into his trachea. He coughed violently and hurriedly put the cola can away.

Holy crap! How could it be her?

An Qi! That icy female CEO of Jiangning Pharmaceutical!

The female demon on the racetrack!

Ye Fan's brain was working at breakneck speed, like a CPU overclocking.

How did she know my private number?

Was it sold by that kid Wu Shaojie?

Why did she contact me?

To demand an explanation?

Because of stocks?

No, she was referring to racing cars... Is this a roundabout tactic?

In any case, one must first adopt the correct attitude when dealing with this person.

Ye Fan instantly switched his expression and tone, plastering a warm (but fake) smile on his face, and his voice became exceptionally polite:

"Ahem! Oh dear! What a terrible memory I have! It's Sister Qi! My apologies! I'm so sorry, my phone was just reset to factory settings a couple of days ago, and I didn't save a lot of numbers. I absolutely didn't mean to disrespect you!"

He first shifted the blame to the phone, then continued to flatter, "Sister Qi, you're so busy, you just finished a brilliant battle, how come you have time to think of me, little Karami? What instructions do you have? Just let me know!"