121: It tastes like iced black tea.

Time flew by, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Yaoyao was also about to start her winter break, and the house back home had entered the final stages of renovation.

A few days ago, Wu Fan transferred 500,000 yuan to his father, which delighted the Old Man.

According to him, when he walked in the village, his back immediately straightened up.

During these days, Wu Fan also did something very important: he spent over eight million yuan to buy two two-story seaside villas.

He then sold one of them at the low price of 3.5 million yuan.

His current account balance instantly increased to 5.996 million yuan.

The villa faced south and overlooked the sea.

Wu Fan liked it very much.

Waking up in the morning, he could pull open the curtains and watch the sunrise over the sea from the balcony; it was beautiful and dreamy.

The underground garage of the villa was quite spacious; parking ten cars there would be no problem at all.

Wu Fan mused that he should buy several more luxury cars to play with and drive them in rotation—that was the proper display of status.

He also specifically set up a large pharmacy inside the villa, filled with various medicinal herbs.

In his spare time, he would conduct research on a specific cure for diabetes.

He had already developed some initial formulas, but clinical trials were still needed.

He desperately hoped to conquer diabetes soon, so the Old Man's health would be saved... Haidao Grand Hotel presidential suite.

Wu Fan was leisurely smoking a cigarette, waiting for Bai Yan to arrive.

Over the past half month, she had frequently sent wechat messages urging him, but Wu Fan had rejected them all.

The more anxious she became, the less opportunity Wu Fan gave her; he was purely teasing her.

Wu Fan was not lacking women around him.

Gu Ling had also been inviting him sweetly and affectionately, but Wu Fan had not agreed.

This woman was acting overly enthusiastic just for a few photos.

Her entire image was completely different from the former CEO Gu; she was acting a bit like a puppy.

Presumably, she was just asDelicate and charming in front of Jin Qiang, otherwise, how could she have Jin Qiang, who had seen countless women, wrapped around his finger like a Ball?

Tang Xiaorou was gentle as always, and Wu Fan spent time with her almost every night.

Every time they finished, he would transfer anywhere from ten thousand to fifty thousand yuan, which not only solved her online loan problems but also allowed her to save a large sum of money.

She was starting to feel reluctant to go back.

Staying in Island City meant she could enjoy Wu Fan's unparalleled affection and also receive large sums of cash—why wouldn't she be happy!

Moreover, she truly felt Wu Fan's physical dependence on her.

The doorbell rang. Wu Fan exhaled a puff of smoke, extinguished the cigarette butt, and stood up to open the door.

Bai Yan's beautiful black hair was casually tied back, her fair face carried a faint blush, and her clear eyes seemed to hold a hint of stubbornness.

She was wearing a white hoodie, and the cuffs were slightly dirty.

Below, she wore a pair of blue jeans that looked somewhat faded from washing.

However, the white sneakers on her feet were scrubbed very clean.

She was dressed very simply, even somewhat shabbily.

Wu Fan's heart stirred, and a strange feeling arose within him.

Was it the taste of first love?

He wasn't sure, but the feeling was definitely different. Exactly how it was different, he couldn't say.

"Bai Yan?"

"Yes."

She answered resolutely, as if she were going to battle.

Wu Fan stepped aside, let her in, then locked the door and set the room to 'do not disturb' mode.

Bai Yan was estimated to be around 1.68 meters tall, with a slender and curvy figure. Her face was expressionless, even somewhat coldly glamorous.

"Wu Fan, let's begin."

As soon as she finished speaking, she started taking off her clothes piece by piece.

Wu Fan raised his hand to stop her. "Are you that eager?"

Bai Yan paused. "Boss Wu, I just want the money."

After she spoke, her gaze faltered slightly.

Deep down, she was somewhat relieved that the man standing before her was tall and handsome, possessing an indescribable heroic spirit.

When she came to the appointment, she had been very uneasy.

She had imagined countless possibilities in her mind: an Old Man, a pervert, a lewd man, someone hideously ugly, and so on.

But the man in front of her was noble and elegant, and even had a touch of roguishness that girls might find appealing.

Wu Fan went to the coffee machine, poured a cup of coffee, and handed it to Bai Yan. "Have a drink first. You don't have to rush for the money; you've waited half a month already, haven't you?"

Bai Yan finally stopped undressing, took the coffee, and sat down on the sofa.

She took a sip and frowned slightly.

She didn't like coffee that was too pure and too strong—it was bitter and astringent, not tasty at all.

"What's wrong? Too bitter?" Wu Fan stood up and fetched a sugar packet. "Add this in."

Bai Yan didn't take it. She put the coffee down. "Thank you, but I'm a country girl; I'm not used to this imported foreign stuff."

Wu Fan was amused by her words and couldn't help but smile. "Do you like bubble tea?"

Bai Yan said impatiently, "Boss Wu, we aren't here to discuss what I like to drink. Can you please stop wasting time?"

Wu Fan glanced at her and said slowly, "Beautiful Bai Yan, you're so fierce, I'm scared. Once I get scared, I lose interest. If I lose interest, how can this transaction be completed?"

Bai Yan was stunned on the spot.

What the hell?

Did she have to coax him until he was happy and interested?

"Boss Wu, if you're impotent and can't get interested, you can't blame me. I've already shown up for the appointment. Why don't you tell the group owner that the transaction is complete, alright?"

Wu Fan tugged at his earlobe and smiled faintly. "You said you were a virgin. I'm just being protective of a delicate flower; I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it later."

"You need to be prepared for a long battle."

Bai Yan was startled by his words. Could he be a wolf in sheep's clothing... Did he have some bizarre fetish?

The more Bai Yan thought about it, the more frightened she became.

She had heard from her senior classmates that some men appeared gentle and refined on the surface but were actually wolves in disguise, acting worse than beasts when it came down to it.

When she first joined the group, it was out of passion and the determination to save her grandfather, making her fearless.

But at this moment, looking at Wu Fan's lewd, wicked smile, she became scared.

"You..."

Bai Yan didn't know what to say.

Wu Fan said coldly, "Strip!"

His tone was commanding.

He continued, "What's wrong? You rushed in here so fiercely just now, why are you suddenly being coy?"

"Where did that 'all-in' attitude go?"

He didn't forget to throw in a few sarcastic remarks.

Bai Yan still stood rooted to the spot.

She was conflicted, struggling, and finally decided to back out. "Boss Wu, I'm sorry, I regret it. Let's cancel this."

She bowed and turned to walk toward the door.

Her heart was inexplicably pounding "thump, thump, thump."

Just as she was about to open the door, her hand was pressed down by a large, strong hand.

"Did you think you could just leave now?"

Wu Fan bent down slightly, his thin lips nearly touching her cherry-red mouth.

Bai Yan's breathing hitched. She smelled a faint scent of traditional Chinese medicine.

Could he be a doctor?

The scent coming from the pharmacy was too obvious.

She tried to step back but realized she had been pinned against the door—there was nowhere to run.

"Wu Fan, I... I changed my mind. Please let me go? I'll return the two million yuan to you, every last cent."

Wu Fan pinned her hands above her head, looked at the stubbornness in her eyes, and leaned in closer.

Bai Yan's rapid breaths sprayed onto his face, causing a tingly sensation and carrying a sweet aroma.

"Did you drink iced black tea?"

"Huh?" Bai Yan was confused by the question.

She struggled, but it was useless; she couldn't move at all.

"Why do I smell iced black tea in your breath? I want to taste it."

As soon as Wu Fan finished speaking, he captured her red lips in a kiss.

"Mmm... Wuu..."