pertwk Chapter 580 Don't Stop!
Chapter 580 Don't Stop!
A low, menacing car, unlike any I'd ever seen before, slid up to the turnstile with an indescribable sense of oppression.
He didn't recognize the car logo, but its shape, its aura, and its posture that seemed poised to pounce even when stationary instantly made him realize: this was definitely not an ordinary Mercedes-Benz, BMW, or Porsche!
Old Zhang's hand trembled, and he almost spilled the goji berry tea from his thermos all over his pants.
He practically scrambled out of the guard post, not caring about the registration process at all—could he possibly stop people who lived here and drove this kind of car and ask them "who are you looking for?"
He instinctively straightened his back, forced the most respectful smile towards the driver's seat, hurriedly raised the gate, and watched the "monster" silently drive into the depths.
He was still thinking to himself, "Wow, what kind of car is that? I've never seen anything this impressive in movies..."
The Pagani eventually parked in an underground parking space.
As I stepped into the living room, the door clicked shut behind me, completely isolating me from the outside world.
As if a switch had been flipped, Jiang Wanyi's nerves, which had been strained all the way and were somewhat dazed by the huge surprise and shock, completely relaxed at this moment.
She leaned against the cold door and let out a long sigh of relief.
Then, as if her bones had been removed, or like a weary bird finally returning to its nest, she turned around and threw herself into Ye Fan's arms, tightly wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her burning cheeks deep in his chest.
Those bright, sparkling eyes that shone on stage and stared wide-eyed in the car.
When she looked up at Ye Fan at this moment, it was as if two flames were burning inside her eyes, capable of melting people. They were intense, mesmerizing, and carried a kind of almost worshipful, thread-like affection. There was no trace of her usual arrogance and reserve.
It is said that appreciating a man requires inner qualities and depth.
But tonight!
From the despair of being publicly "abandoned" to the peak of vanity and satisfaction of being saved like a god descending to earth.
Then, after directly confronting the overwhelming perception of "60 million vehicles".
Ye Fan himself, his composed demeanor, his handsome profile, even the faint scent of aftershave on him.
Under the almost "sacred" halo of wealth and power, they exude a fatal temptation that Jiang Wanyi cannot resist and does not want to resist.
Those old-fashioned, half-hearted, coy little gestures.
But after tonight's extreme emotional rollercoaster, it all seems superfluous and ridiculous.
She just wanted to express her excitement, gratitude, and complete infatuation in the most direct way.
Under the dim motion-sensor light in the entryway, the two quickly embraced and kissed passionately, their breaths mingling, urgent and chaotic.
Clothes slipped off in disarray as they moved, scattering across the gleaming marble floor, unnoticed by anyone.
After a passionate and almost frenzied encounter filled with catharsis and celebration, Jiang Wanyi finally ran out of energy, panting heavily, her fair skin flushed with a beautiful blush.
She melted like a spring flood, collapsing limply onto Ye Fan's sweat-drenched, muscular chest, too lazy to even move her fingertips.
Only her hands remained stubbornly and tightly wrapped around the man's neck, as if afraid he would disappear.
Her eyes were unfocused and hazy. She tilted her head back and whispered in Ye Fan's ear in a hoarse voice, like a kitten's whimper, yet filled with endless allure. Her warm breath brushed against his earlobe.
"Brother Ye...you look absolutely stunning today! I...love you to death!"
She gasped for breath, pressing her body closer, uttering her most direct plea of the night: "Please...don't stop...take me..."
Looking at the top campus belle in his arms, who was usually aloof and proud on campus but now had a flirtatious look in her eyes and was completely submissive, a hint of conquering and satisfaction flashed in Ye Fan's eyes.
A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips. Without another word, he scooped up the soft, warm, and naked body with a steady, large hand.
Jiang Wanyi gasped softly, obediently wrapped her arms around his neck, and buried her face in his neck.
Ye Fan walked steadily through the spacious living room and headed straight for the surprisingly large and soft bed in the master bedroom.
Outside the window, the city of Nanjing is ablaze with lights, like an inverted galaxy.
Inside the window, the warmth of spring had just begun to ignite with a blazing flame.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless battle, a fierce and relentless struggle, until everyone is utterly exhausted...
......
The next morning, Ye Fan's biological clock woke him up on time.
Jiang Wanyi was fast asleep beside him, curled up in a soft down comforter, her long hair spread out on the pillow, her face still flushed with the exhaustion and satisfaction of the previous night, her breathing even.
Ye Fan didn't turn on the light. Using the dim light filtering through the curtains, he quietly got up and went into the bathroom to wash up.
The cool water splashed on my face, dispelling the last trace of weariness, and my eyes regained their usual clarity and sharpness.
He didn't intend to wake Jiang Wanyi.
She walked into the living room, picked up her clothes scattered on the floor and dressed herself. She glanced back at the half-open bedroom door, then quietly opened the security door and gently closed it again.
With a soft "click," the tenderness and madness of the night were locked inside the door, and he switched to the familiar daytime mode of capital and competition.
Back in his more private and spacious penthouse in Jiangwan City, he parked the Pagani, which gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the morning light and resembled a work of art, steadily in his private garage.
Without lingering, he turned and walked to the side, skillfully opened the car door, and sat in the driver's seat of the dark gray Audi A7 Sportback.
Compared to the Pagani, which is an eye-catching car that attracts attention as soon as it starts and roars loudly when the accelerator is pressed hard, he prefers this Audi in his daily life.
Its lines are smooth and elegant, its power is abundant yet restrained, its interior is comfortable, and it drives steadily and quietly, blending perfectly into traffic without attracting unnecessary attention.
This aligns with his style of keeping a low profile most of the time.
Ye Fan got up so early because his precisely calculated timeline had reached a critical juncture.
Today, the truth about the hospital should be revealed.
I recall a few days ago, seeing several core employees in the company who were responsible for closely monitoring the stock price of Jiangning Pharmaceutical. They all had dark circles under their eyes and looked haggard because they had been staying up all night monitoring the stock price and analyzing data.
He waved his hand and gave them all a week of paid leave, ordering them to go back and catch up on their sleep.
As it turns out, these guys are all incredibly stubborn. They agree verbally, but then secretly sneak back to their workstations, rely on coffee to keep going, and insist on staying at the company to "fight to the death," saying, "We can't let you down at this crucial moment."
Ye Fan jokingly scolded them for being "stubborn" and "money-grubbing," but he felt genuinely comforted.
He planned that once this operation was perfectly completed, he would definitely give these "workaholics" several generous red envelopes that would make their hands ache.