Ye Fan had originally thought she was around thirty-five, but now, it seemed she was definitely forty.

Otherwise, how could she have a son as old as Qin Shou?

But this woman took such good care of herself that she didn't look forty at all.

This reminded Ye Fan of those older, "auntie-level" celebrities.

For example, the top-tier star Yang Mi.

She was born in '86, which meant she was almost forty.

Wealthy women who maintained themselves well usually looked younger.

Chen Meijiao's real age was thirty-nine. She had given birth to Qin Shou at seventeen, and Qin Shou was the same age as Ye Fan.

Chen Meijiao took the initiative to make introductions. "Let me introduce you. Ye Fan, this is my son, Qin Shou. You can call him Xiao Shou!"

"Xiao Shou, this is Ye Fan. From now on, you'll call him Uncle Fan!"

Qin Shou nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

You want me to call him 'uncle'?

I'm the same damn age as him.

Ye Fan, however, strode over, looking at Qin Shou with great interest. "Hello there, classmate Qin Shou. Let me hear you say 'Uncle Fan'."

Qin Shou's face instantly darkened. He pointed at Ye Fan and said, "Mom, what's going on? This is Ye Fan, my classmate! We were in the same class for three years in middle school."

Chen Meijiao was momentarily stunned, then broke into a laugh. "Your classmate?"

Well then!

So I slept with my son's classmate?

Hehe.

If my besties found out about this, they'd be green with envy.

Chen Meijiao was part of a group chat.

A "rich ladies" group chat.

It was full of single, wealthy women who often shared their "conquests."

For example, which "little puppy" they'd just bagged.

Or how "powerful" this little puppy was in bed, how many minutes he could last, and they'd even brag about his size.

"So you're classmates. That's perfect. You two should keep in touch."

"I have some work to attend to at the company. I'll head to the office first. Xiao Shou, why don't you take Xinyan to my room and wait for me."

Chen Meijiao didn't want to be too intimate with Ye Fan in front of her son or let him suspect anything, so she made an excuse and left.

Ye Fan and Qin Shou had nothing to say to each other.

He planned to leave as well.

Jiang Xinyan, who had been silent the whole time, chased after him. "Ye Fan, stop right there."

"What's up?" Ye Fan looked at her.

"You're really not a picky eater, are you? You can even stomach a forty-year-old woman? Aren't you afraid you'll chip a tooth?"

Qin Shou hadn't noticed anything amiss, but as a woman, Jiang Xinyan saw it in a single glance.

There was definitely something fishy going on between Ye Fan and Chen Meijiao.

Ye Fan was puzzled.

How did this woman figure it out?

Jiang Xinyan pointed to the lipstick on Ye Fan's collar. "Don't tell me that lipstick on your collar isn't from her."

Originally, Ye Fan had quite a few lipstick marks on his body.

But he had showered and washed them all off.

His clothes, however, hadn't been washed.

"The scent of your body wash is the exact same as hers."

"Did you two shower together?"

Ye Fan hadn't expected Jiang Xinyan to be so observant.

He took a step forward, closing the distance between them, and whispered in her ear, "Since you've already figured it out, I won't deny it. If things keep developing like this, you might have to call me 'Dad' one day!"

Jiang Xinyan's face instantly darkened.

You want me to call you 'Dad'? Go to hell!

After Ye Fan left, Qin Shou walked over. "Xinyan, let's go inside. It's hot out here. We can go to my mom's place and enjoy the AC."

In that instant, Jiang Xinyan no longer wanted to be with Qin Shou.

She was on the verge of tears!

Her ex-boyfriend actually managed to get with her current boyfriend's mom?

If she actually stayed with Qin Shou, got married, and then Ye Fan married his mom, wouldn't she really have to call him 'Dad'?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Even if Ye Fan didn't marry Chen Meijiao.

Just the thought of her boyfriend's mother having a fling with her ex-boyfriend...

Right, she just couldn't get over that mental hurdle.

"Qin Shou, I don't think we're right for each other!"

Jiang Xinyan turned and left, hailing a taxi and heading home.

Qin Shou was completely baffled.

How had they suddenly become "not right for each other"?

Ye Fan returned on a transport truck arranged by the aquatic products company. Chen Meijiao had even thoughtfully arranged for two movers to come along and help unload.

After they left, Ye Fan saw that no one was around and focused his thoughts.

The plastic buckets in front of him, filled with shrimp and crab fry, vanished without a trace.

Ye Fan sent his consciousness into the space.

"Xiao Yao, you're pretty efficient, huh?"

An empty area within the space had been completely transformed. What was once just empty, barren land had, with Xiao Yao's help, been turned into a series of ponds.

Each pond was about a hundred square meters.

And about half a meter deep.

Lake water was channeled into the ponds.

The grass carp and common carp fry that Ye Fan had bought at noon were now being raised in one of the ponds.

In the pond, you could occasionally see a fish leap out of the water.

"Holy crap, they've gotten this big in just a few hours?"

The fish Ye Fan had just seen jumping were mostly carp, weighing a few ounces each.

You have to remember, Ye Fan had bought fry.

They weren't even a tenth the size of his finger.

To have grown to several ounces in just a few hours... he had to admit, with the hundredfold time acceleration, the growth rate was incredibly fast.

"I should be able to harvest them in a day or two!"

Ye Fan grinned.

Then, he put the crab and shrimp fry into the adjacent ponds.

Several thousand shrimp and several thousand crab fry.

After finishing all this, Ye Fan sat down by the lake, cross-legged, and began to circulate the Chaos Art technique within his body.

Before he knew it, evening had arrived.

"Xiao Fan, you home?"

A voice called out.

It was Zhang Dali.

His cultivation interrupted, Ye Fan opened his eyes. He checked his body's condition and could clearly feel that his strength had increased significantly.

He returned to reality.

"Brother Dali, you're here?"

It was Zhang Dali.

"Xiao Fan, come on. Come to my place for dinner. I have something to talk to you about."

Ye Fan then remembered that before he went to the city, Zhang Dali had come looking for him, asking him to come over for dinner.

Ye Fan guessed that Wang Xiaomei must have told Zhang Dali about him saving her, and this was his way of thanking him.

He went to his house.

When Wu Cuilan saw Ye Fan arrive, she was incredibly enthusiastic.

She personally poured him tea and even peeled an apple for him.

As far as Wu Cuilan was concerned, whether the Zhang family line could continue depended entirely on Ye Fan.

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She had to treat him well.

"Xiaomei, you entertain Xiao Fan. I'm going to the kitchen to whip up a few more dishes."

Wu Cuilan deliberately left Wang Xiaomei behind and went to the kitchen herself.

She wanted Xiaomei and Ye Fan to be alone together.

Let them cultivate some feelings for each other. That way, when she asked Ye Fan for the "loan" later, he'd be more likely to agree.

Xiaomei had clearly put a lot of effort into her appearance.

She, who never wore makeup, was now wearing it.

She, who always wore loose-fitting clothes, was now in something much more form-fitting.

Why?

Obviously!

Tight clothes perfectly accentuated her figure.

She had even put on black stockings and high heels, a combination that drove most men wild.

Ye Fan was baffled: What was up with Wang Xiaomei?

Dressed like this? What was she trying to do?

Seduce him?

Impossible!

This was her own home. Even if you gave her a hundred times the courage, she wouldn't dare try to seduce him in front of her husband and mother-in-law.

Dinner was served half an hour later.

The spread was truly lavish, a whole table packed with dishes.

There was chicken, duck, fish, and meat—everything you could ask for.

Fist-sized raw oysters!

They even brought out the deer-penis wine they had been saving for years.

Zhang Dali could really hold his liquor. And don't be fooled by Wu Cuilan's age—she was over forty, but her tolerance for alcohol was also impressive.

The mother and son repeatedly toasted Ye Fan.

If Ye Fan hadn't been practicing the Chaos Art, which had made his constitution countless times stronger, the two of them would have drunk him under the table long ago.

Even so, he was starting to feel a little dizzy.

"Brother Dali, I really can't eat or drink another bite."

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Ye Fan was the first to break the stalemate. "I can't drink anymore. Thank you for your hospitality. Come over to my place some other day, and I'll return the favor."

Zhang Dali and his mother, Wu Cuilan, exchanged a look.

It was time to get down to business.

Zhang Dali suddenly grabbed Ye Fan's hand. "Xiao Fan, your Brother Dali has never begged anyone for anything in his life. You're the first. Today, I need to ask you for a favor."

Ye Fan said, "Brother Dali, don't talk about begging. Whatever it is, just say it."

Zhang Dali stared at Ye Fan with a burning intensity. "Xiao Fan, I'm begging you... sleep with Xiaomei!"