"Yes, yes, I will definitely hand Pandanus Street to Feng Wannian in three days," Ding Datou replied. "Sir, I'll take responsibility for what happened today. I guarantee you that there will be no next time, but can you…"
"I can keep what happened today a secret from Young Master Huang, but I won't let you off for wanting to kill me earlier."
Ding Datou immediately tensed up. "Sir, you mean…"
"Do I even need to teach you what to do?" Ye Yang cocked up an eyebrow, his voice sounding so ominous that it was bone-chilling.
"I…"
"It's okay if you're unwilling. You can explain to Young Master Huang yourself."
As he spoke, Ye Yang took out his phone and tapped out Young Master Huang's number.
In the thousands of years of repetition, everything would be reset except for Ye Yang's memories. So not only did Ye Yang know Young Master Huang's number, but he also knew that Huang Yuan was currently frolicking about with some young models. The man couldn't possibly answer his call. This call was just to scare the wits out of Ding Datou.
Ding Datou felt his heart stuck in his throat. It wasn't hot outside but a glistening layer of sweat had formed on his forehead. He stared at the phone Ye Yang had placed on the bar counter. Although the numbers weren't saved, he couldn't be any more familiar with that specific combination of digits.
It was the number Young Master Huang specially used to contact him, Feng Wannian, and the rest of their group.
The dial tone had merely rung for a couple of seconds but to Ding Datou, it felt like an eternity.
When he heard the robotic voice saying that the call was unanswered, Ding Datou thought he had heard an angel's voice. Never had he found it so sweet and melodious before.
But when he saw Ye Yang pressing the call button again, Ding Datou felt himself being shoved into an ice pit.
Again, no one answered the call.
Seeing how Ye Yang had no intention of stopping, Ding Datou blurted out hastily, "St-… stop calling. I know what to do now."
"Now you know? Well, I'm afraid it's too late for that!"
Hearing this, Ding Datou was flustered beyond words. Since the call hadn't been answered several times, it proved that Young Master Huang was busy. If they ended up disturbing him, Ding Datou knew that he would be done for.
"Have mercy, please. I really know where my fault lies now. Please stop calling him," Ding Datou begged once more. If Ye Yang persisted in calling, he would have knelt down before him.
"Alright then. Since you look so sincere, I won't make the call. But whatever you're required to do must all be done!" Ye Yang spared Ding Datou a glance before putting away his phone.
Upon hearing this, Ding Datou breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they didn't trouble Young Master Huang, everything else was not important.
Then, Ding Datou turned to grab a knife from his underling before placing his left hand on the table.
He lifted the blade before slicing down. Dark-red blood gushed out as his thumb rolled to one side.
Ding Datou grunted and winced in pain.
"Will this do, sir?" Enduring the excruciating pain, Ding Datou asked respectfully.
Ye Yang briefly nodded. "Alright. This is all for today."
Having said that, Ye Yang got up and walked toward the door. When he passed by Ding Datou, he patted the large man on the shoulder and said, "If you want to keep your Pandanus Street, you can hold the people who caused trouble earlier hostage so Feng Wannian would come to you."
Ding Datou was stunned, but immediately he understood what Ye Yang meant. "You have my gratitude!"
Once Ye Yang was far away, Su Muxue finally regained her senses and ran after Ye Yang to leave with him.
Outside the bar, Ye Yang took out a Porsche key and pressed the unlock button. The lights of a Porsche 911 parked nearby flickered in response.
Ye Yang got into the driver's seat while Su Muxue pulled open the door of the passenger seat before climbing in.
"New car? Is it yours?" Su Muxue studied the vehicle's interior. She found it hard to believe that a man dressed as casually as Ye Yang could afford such a luxurious car.
"It belongs to Ding Datou. I'm only borrowing it." Ye Yang was honest.
"Stealing?"
"It's called borrowing."
As he spoke, Ye Yang started the sports car and the Porsche 911 sped away like an arrow being fired.
On the streets before dawn, the Porsche's engine roared, allowing Su Muxue to experience real speed and thrill. Music with rich tempo paired with the sound of the car's engine made one's body burn up with excitement.
About ten minutes later, the Porsche stopped beside the road near a rural area. The dim yellow streetlights were barely lit and there wasn't a single soul out on the streets.
Various images kept surfacing in Su Muxue's mind and these visualizations were enough to create a full movie. Her dainty face was gradually flushing red and her hands were clasped together tightly from nervousness.
Through the power of the internet, even if she had never experienced it before, Su Muxue had seen such scenes plenty of times online. And putting her nervousness aside, she was actually looking forward to it.
"I'm home. Drive yourself back."
Ye Yang's words came like a splash of cold water to her face, immediately putting out her fiery imaginations.
For a moment there, Su Muxue was dumbstruck. It wasn't supposed to play out this way. Was he truly not attracted to her?
Ye Yang naturally couldn't read Su Muxue's mind. He merely lit a cigarette before getting out of the car to head home.
Su Muxue was flustered and furious at the same time. Piqued, she got out to follow after Ye Yang.
Now in the dark alleyway, Ye Yang heard footsteps following behind him. Then, he spoke without looking back, "Aren't you afraid that I might do something to you if you keep following me like this?"
"Hmph, come at me then," Su Muxue snorted coquettishly.
"You're too plain and not my type."
Hearing his blunt response, Su Muxue stomped her feet in anger before continuing to tail Ye Yang. She grumbled under her breath, "You're the plain one. You're whole family's plain!"
Once he got home, Ye Yang simply sat on the sofa, ignoring Su Muxue who had followed him home.
Meanwhile, Su Muxue immediately made herself at home as she studied the premise's decor.
When she noticed how Ye Yang wouldn't even spare a glance at her, Su Muxue felt her anger burst forth.
'Am I really that unattractive?' she mused to herself.
Su Muxue entered the bathroom while pondering about that very question.
When she came back out, the girl seemed to have undergone a tremendous transformation.
Her thick make-up was gone, revealing her true appearance.
Everyone else looked prettier with make-up, but for Su Muxue, it was the other way around. Make-up had instead defaced her.
Ye Yang glanced at Su Muxue and was inadvertently entranced.
He had actually misjudged her.
"How do you rate me now?" Su Muxue asked playfully.
"9.5."
"Is that so? Does it satisfy your standards then?"
As she spoke, Su Muxue sat down beside Ye Yang before leaning into his face.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Taking in the refreshing scent of Su Muxue's fragrance, Ye Yang could feel something stir inside his body.
"Didn't you say that everything would be reset after waking up? What's there to be afraid of then?"
Ye Yang said nothing more but responded to Su Muxue with his body instead.
Although in this abundant time he had, Ye Yang had tried many things, the only thing he never tried was to hit on a man. He was still very much loyal to women.
After a long period of entanglement on the sofa, Ye Yang carried Su Muxue up and headed for the bathroom.
The sound of flowing water reverberated through the house, mingled with voices that made a person's imagination run wild.
It was a sleepless night where both individuals continued to revel in the pleasure of intertwining their souls and bodies.
***
It was eight in the morning the next day. Out of habit, Ye Yang opened his eyes.
Staring at the ceiling and feeling an emptiness in his mind, he couldn't resist musing to himself, "It did reset after all…"
But in the next second, a voice called out from beside him.