175: Is the White Tiger afraid?

"Is your phone number the same as your wechat ID?"

Ye Suping said, "Yes."

After Wu Fan added her on wechat, he immediately transferred one hundred thousand yuan. "This is the deposit, or you can consider it a meeting gift."

Ye Suping was stunned.

"Wu Fan, aren't you afraid I won't honor the deal?"

Wu Fan smiled. "You are so beautiful, I trust you."

Ye Suping's ear tips felt hot, and she didn't know how to respond, only managing a sweet smile.

Wu Fan said, "How about you come tomorrow to sign the contract, and then I'll pay the remaining balance?"

"Okay, 8 o'clock tomorrow morning?"

Wu Fan stood up. "Deal."

He walked to the door, glanced back at Ye Suping. "You are very beautiful, you actually don't need to work so hard."

Ye Suping uttered an "Oh," but she didn't quite understand what Wu Fan meant.

If she didn't work, how could she live?

Wu Fan walked into the bar, where Fei Wei and Tang Xiaorou were sitting together.

Fei Wei joked, "You were gone so long, don't tell me the Widow Ye charmed the soul right out of you?"

Wu Fan glanced at Tang Xiaorou and said with a slight smile, "The proprietress is indeed good-looking, but not to the extent of stealing souls."

"What did you just call her? Widow?"

Fei Wei said, "Yeah, her husband died. What else would you call her but a widow?"

Wu Fan was surprised. "Well, becoming a widow at such a young age, that's quite pitiful."

Fei Wei laughed heartily. "Ye Suping is no ordinary widow."

Wu Fan was curious. "Oh? Is there some bizarre story?"

Fei Wei leaned closer. "Do you really want to hear it?"

Wu Fan said impatiently, "Brother Wei, why the mystery? Just tell us."

Fei Wei took a sip of beer before saying, "Ye Suping earned this shop by being a mistress."

He paused, noticed Wu Fan's expression hadn't changed, and continued, "Her lover was quite old, at least twenty or thirty years her senior

a textbook old man."

"I estimate the old man's daughter is probably around Ye Suping's age. Anyway, the age difference was more than a generation."

Tang Xiaorou exclaimed, "That much difference? That's truly unique taste."

Fei Wei didn't respond but continued, "The old man owned a seaside hotel and had some money in his pocket."

"Two years ago, the two of them were having an affair at the hotel when the old man's wife brought a bunch of relatives and caught them red-handed. Guess what happened next?"

Wu Fan lit a cigarette. "They started fighting?"

Tang Xiaorou said, "The old man sided with Ye Suping and then divorced his wife?"

Fei Wei shook his head. "Neither. Ye Suping was stripped naked by that group and dragged into the middle of the road to be a nude model."

"Ah... that's a violation of human rights and illegal behavior." Tang Xiaorou covered her mouth, utterly astonished.

Wu Fan mentally pictured the scene and found it somewhat amusing. "She was photographed and became famous?"

Fei Wei said, "What are you thinking? Anyway, many men in Island City have seen her body. It is very unique..."

He paused, not continuing further.

Tang Xiaorou blushed slightly as she listened.

She had a feeling that Fei Wei's next words would be shocking.

She wanted to walk away and stop listening, but deep down, she really wanted to know what made Ye Suping so unique.

Wu Fan patted his shoulder and said, "Brother Wei, how did you learn to keep us in suspense? Hurry up and tell us."

Fei Wei turned to look at Tang Xiaorou. "Are you sure you want to hear this too?"

Tang Xiaorou asked cautiously, "Did someone die? Did something terrible happen? I won't listen if it involves bloodshed."

Fei Wei shook his head. "No, nothing like that."

He swallowed and said, "Ye Suping's body is whiter than winter snow, and the key thing is that her whole body is like that

smooth and slippery."

Wu Fan blurted out, "God of War?"

Fei Wei nodded. "You know your stuff."

Tang Xiaorou interrupted, "What does that mean?"

She genuinely didn't know what "God of War" meant, so she asked again.

Seeing her blank, silly expression, Wu Fan couldn't help but let the corner of his mouth curl up.

He stood up and whispered into her ear.

Tang Xiaorou raised her hand and hit Wu Fan's chest. "Pervert."

Wu Fan said, "That really is what it means, I didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, go ask Baidu what the 'God of Slaughter in mythology, one of the Four Spirits' refers to."

Tang Xiaorou actually pulled out her phone to check, then sighed, "It really is like that."

Fei Wei chuckled. "The exciting part is still coming. Do you want to keep listening?"

Wu Fan and Tang Xiaorou said in unison, "Yes!"

Fei Wei cleared his throat. "A woman of her type, in ancient times, was absolutely forbidden for men to marry. She is very dangerous."

"Her first husband was a coach at a martial arts school; he was in great shape."

"The two met through an introduction and soon started dating."

"When marriage was on the table, Ye Suping clearly told her Boyfriend about her physical condition: everything was normal except for the lack of M."

"Her Boyfriend was young and hot-blooded. He didn't care whether she had M or not, nor did he believe in the saying that she brought bad luck to her husband."

"He even boasted, saying, 'No M means she's smooth and delicate to touch, and clean to kiss. How wonderful!'"

"And guess what happened? Less than a week after the wedding, he died suddenly."

Wu Fan and Tang Xiaorou were both startled. "Really?"

Fei Wei said, "Why would I lie to you?"

Tang Xiaorou muttered nervously, "That's so spooky."

"Didn't she later find an old man as a lover? Was he alright?"

Fei Wei shook his head and said, "That's the weird part. Not even a month after the old man got together with Ye Suping, he was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and within days, he passed away."

Tang Xiaorou covered her mouth, looking incredulous. "That's so bizarre."

Fei Wei downed the beer in his cup. "From then on, no man dared to approach her. The reputation of being a husband-killer was thoroughly cemented."

"Alas, pity this beautiful woman."

Wu Fan teased, "Brother Wei, you should go for it! I see you have a tough fate; you'll be perfectly fine."

Fei Wei gave a wry smile. "Wu Fan, if you want to murder me, just say so directly. Don't be sneaky about it, okay?"

Tang Xiaorou and Wu Fan burst out laughing upon hearing him say that with such a pitiful expression.

Fei Wei said seriously, "I asked a fortune teller uncle, and he said that only a Green Dragon can suppress a woman like her."

Wu Fan was curious. "What is a Green Dragon?"

Fei Wei said, "Dense chest hair that connects all the way down

that is a Green Dragon."

Wu Fan said "Oh," and joked, "My smooth chest means I have no hope."

Tang Xiaorou rolled her eyes at him. "If you're not afraid of dying, go ahead. Boss Ye has been starved for so long; she's waiting for sweet rain."

Fei Wei laughed heartily. "Tang Xiaorou, you described that perfectly."

Wu Fan reached out and pinched Tang Xiaorou's chin. "What kind of jealousy is this?"

Tang Xiaorou raised her hand and slapped away Wu Fan's teasing hand. "Who said I was jealous? I'm just giving a warning to certain people who are too lustful for their own good."

"It would be great if there were more 'Gods of Slaughter' in the world; they could effectively prevent extramarital affairs."

Wu Fan was speechless. What kind of thought process was that?

He raised his glass. "Fei Wei, congratulations! You can renovate the bar after the New Year."

Fei Wei froze, asking in disbelief, "Ye Suping already agreed to transfer the shop?"

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