Chapter 92: Don't Threaten Me

“Are you trying to seduce me?” Yang Fan asked seriously, staring straight at Yu Qian.

This woman had been teasing him the whole time, and it had begun to kindle a fire in his chest.

“Don’t you think you’re overthinking it?” Yu Qian retorted.

Inside, she was secretly pleased. At last, this Yang Fan had some kind of reaction.

It seemed her charm still worked on men.

Yu Qian refused to admit it, and Yang Fan merely curled his lip and paid her no further mind.

He would rather finish dinner quickly and return to his room to cultivate.

Seeing that Yang Fan no longer spoke, Yu Qian smiled and said, “Actually, you’re not bad. You do rather fit my standards.”

After saying that, she fixed her eyes on Yang Fan, waiting to see how he would react.

Yang Fan looked up at her and asked with a serious expression, “You mean that?”

Hearing this, Yu Qian felt a surge of delight. Could it be that he liked her too?

Thinking that, she said candidly, “By my standards, you’re indeed a pretty good man.”

“That means we can get into bed, then?” Yang Fan said with a wicked smile, amusement dancing in his eyes.

At once, Yu Qian’s face turned red, and the shy look on her face was unbearably lovely.

It was hard to imagine that the Yu Qian, so cool and aloof in front of others, could ever show such a tender, bashful expression.

If anyone in her company had seen her, they would have been utterly stunned.

Their lofty president would also have such a little-woman look of embarrassment.

“Your request is a little too direct,” Yu Qian said coyly. “There should at least be some process before that.”

The moment she heard Yang Fan’s blunt words, her heartbeat quickened, and with it came a strange sense of anticipation.

After all, she truly did like Yang Fan.

“What’s wrong with that? Isn’t it just sleeping together? No one needs to take responsibility. It’s all by mutual consent,” Yang Fan said indifferently.

Hearing this, Yu Qian froze.

This hateful fellow clearly wanted a one-night stand, the kind where he would pull up his pants and walk away.

“Go to hell,” Yu Qian snapped, glaring at him in annoyance.

Not wanting to speak with Yang Fan any longer, she rose and returned to her room.

Watching her leave in irritation, Yang Fan’s lips curved with amusement.

With just that one sentence, he had made Yu Qian give up talking to him altogether.

After dinner, Yang Fan cleared the table and washed the dishes.

At that moment, Yu Qian came out of her room.

“Next Friday there’s a banquet. It’s mainly a gathering of some of Jiangcheng’s more prominent figures, and there’ll be business matters to discuss there. You’re coming with me on Friday,” Yu Qian said, looking at Yang Fan with expectation.

“The whole thing is about business. You can go by yourself, can’t you? I don’t need to. I know nothing about running a business,” Yang Fan said with a frown.

“You’re the largest shareholder of the Yuanfu Catering Group now. How can you not go?” Yu Qian said unhappily. “Besides, if you go with me, I’ll feel more at ease.”

“......” Yang Fan felt gloomy and utterly speechless.

But seeing Yu Qian’s uncompromising expression, he had no choice but to nod and agree.

In any case, once he got there, he would just stay to the side and let Yu Qian handle the talking.

Having received his answer, Yu Qian was very happy.

“When the time comes, you must dress properly. Don’t wear anything too casual. After all, the people attending the banquet are all upper-class figures with status, so you need to pay attention to your image,” Yu Qian reminded him.

“I only have these clothes,” Yang Fan said, spreading his hands.

“Tomorrow we’ll go buy some clothes together. I’ll pick out a few suits for you,” Yu Qian said.

Yang Fan nodded, having no objection.

Since Yu Qian had nothing else to do, she went back to her room.

Just then, Yang Fan’s phone rang. He opened it and saw that it was Chen Hui calling.

“Hello,” Yang Fan answered.

“Mr. Yang, we’ve already gathered the medicinal herbs. Please come take a look. If there’s no problem, then please begin refining the medicine as soon as possible,” Chen Hui’s voice came through the phone.

“Good. I’m coming now,” Yang Fan replied, then hung up.

Leaving the villa, Yang Fan arrived at the gates of Chen Yanggong’s estate.

Chen Hui was already waiting outside. After seeing Yang Fan arrive, she led him inside with the others.

When they reached the main hall, Yang Fan found five people seated there.

“Mr. Yang, the medicinal herbs are here. Please have a look,” Chen Yanggong said, walking over with a respectful expression.

The other four people in the hall looked at Yang Fan with skepticism.

Yang Fan paid no mind to their gazes and went forward to inspect the herbs.

After a thorough examination, he found nothing wrong with them.

In truth, he was somewhat surprised. He had not expected the Chen family to gather all the required herbs in just a few days; clearly, their influence was extraordinary.

Among the herbs Yang Fan had listed, some were extremely rare and could not be found so easily in such a short time.

“The herbs are complete. I’ll be able to refine the medicine in two days, and I’ll bring it over then,” Yang Fan said.

“Mr. Yang, is it impossible to refine it here?” Chen Yanggong asked in confusion.

In truth, he was still somewhat worried that Yang Fan would take the herbs and leave.

After all, the Chen family had spent a great deal of money to obtain them.

“I need an independent space for refining medicine,” Yang Fan said calmly. “If you do not trust me, you may have people guard the place where I am staying.”

Hearing that, Chen Yanggong could only nod.

“Mr. Yang, I hope you will not deceive us. Otherwise, I can make sure you never leave Jiangcheng.”

At that moment, a man in his forties spoke up in a threatening tone.

This man was Chen Tianren, Chen Yanggong’s eldest son.

“Hmph. I dislike being threatened,” Yang Fan said coldly.

His aura suddenly burst forth, and a powerful pressure swept through the entire hall. “Remember this: this is the first time. If there is a second, don’t blame me for killing someone.”

Feeling the aura Yang Fan exuded, everyone present shivered with fear.

Chen Yanggong was somewhat better off, after all, he was a martial artist and could resist some of the pressure.

As for the others, they only felt a cold chill, as though they had fallen into an ice cavern.

In Yang Fan’s eyes, they saw killing intent.

“Please calm yourself, Mr. Yang. Tianren meant no offense,” Chen Yanggong hurriedly apologized.

The Yang Fan before him was an Innate powerhouse. How could Chen Yanggong possibly dare offend him?

Especially after sensing the aura Yang Fan had just unleashed, Chen Yanggong felt deep reverence.

The dignity of an Innate powerhouse was not something anyone could casually provoke.

“In two days, I’ll bring the medicine over.”

Leaving those words behind, Yang Fan departed under the awed gazes of the others.

Only after Yang Fan had gone did Chen Yanggong finally let out a breath of relief.

“Father, what exactly is that man’s background?” Chen Tianren asked with lingering fear.

Just now, he had felt the breath of death and was deeply shaken.

“Who he is, you need not ask any further. You only need to know that he is an Innate powerhouse, and our Chen family does not dare offend him lightly,” Chen Yanggong said, waving his hand in a tone filled with reverence.

Although the Chen family was the foremost clan in Jiangcheng and possessed immense strength, they still did not dare to provoke an Innate powerhouse lightly.

If they offended one, it would be no different from inviting a catastrophe upon themselves.