Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 457 Return to the Black Pearl Restaurant

Han Yiying and Feng Timo immediately understood the silent signal and quickly went to the car.

However, a new problem arose—

Given Ye Fan's status, having him drive personally...

They certainly couldn't just casually squeeze into the back seat like they would into a taxi! That would be a huge disrespect to the host.

But there's only one seat in the passenger seat!

Who should sit?

Should the two of them squeeze together? That's clearly even more inappropriate!

An invisible pressure instantly spread.

Feng Timo subconsciously looked at Han Yiying, her eyes filled with pleading and helplessness, her small hands nervously gripping the bag strap.

Han Yiying also felt the awkwardness, and her brain was working at lightning speed.

Just then.

Ye Fan's voice, tinged with a hint of languor and a desire to defuse the situation, broke the silence: "Get in the car," he said casually, his tone reassuringly relaxed, "There's no need for such formalities."

These words were like a pardon, instantly easing the tension between the two of them.

Han Yiying reacted very quickly, immediately demonstrating her "consideration" as a best friend and a hint of "dominance" that was not easily detected.

She opened the back door first and gave Feng Timo a gentle smile: "Momo, you can sit in the back."

Feng Timo breathed a sigh of relief and quickly thanked her, "Yes, thank you, Yingying!"

She bent down and sat down in the spacious back seat, looking slightly reserved.

Han Yiying then went around to the other side, opened the passenger door, and gracefully got in. She immediately and carefully fastened her seatbelt, her demeanor obedient and proper.

Feng Timo sat in the back seat, her body slightly tense, her gaze filled with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness as she examined the futuristic virtual cockpit design inside the car.

His fingers unconsciously caressed the soft leather armrest, revealing his inner unease.

Through the rearview mirror, Ye Fan took in Feng Timo's nervousness and fidgeting in the back seat, as well as Han Yiying's seemingly obedient but actually secretly observing profile in the passenger seat.

One is bold and proactive, with a clever mind; the other is petite and cute, with a touch of stubbornness and resilience.

A smile of interest crept onto his lips once again.

The engine emitted a deep, pleasant starting sound.

Ye Fan skillfully shifted gears and lightly pressed the accelerator. The black Audi A7, like an elegant black shark, smoothly and swiftly drove away from the bustling auto show parking lot and merged into the traffic flow as the city lights began to illuminate the night.

Soft music played inside the car, but it couldn't mask the subtle and fresh tension within.

......

Ye Fan drove his Audi A7 with practiced ease through the city's neon lights, finally bringing the car to a smooth stop in front of the "Black Pearl" restaurant he had visited before.

The environment here is known for its understated luxury and elegant style, with dark wood and warm yellow lighting creating a tranquil and textured atmosphere.

As for the taste of the dishes, Ye Fan found them to be nothing special, far inferior to Liu Ruyan's culinary skills.

He chose this place because he valued its strict privacy and the private booths suitable for conversation—which perfectly met his current needs.

"Welcome to Black Pearl." The doorman, dressed in a smart uniform, bowed and opened the car door, his well-trained gaze not lingering on the two beautiful women for long.

Led by a well-mannered waiter with a perfectly appropriate smile, the three walked through a quiet corridor covered with thick carpets and decorated with artworks, and arrived at an elegant and quaint private room.

The private room is dimly lit and has excellent sound insulation, completely shutting out the noise from the outside world.

Ye Fan naturally took his seat in the main seat.

Han Yiying and Feng Timo sat on his left and right sides respectively.

Compared to the obvious restraint shown by the student girls like Chen Chulin and Jiang Wanyi, who were entering a high-end place for the first time, the two popular live streamers, Han Yiying and Feng Timo, appeared much more composed and calm.

Their income is enough to support their occasional or even frequent visits to such places. In addition, they are active in the core areas of first-tier cities such as Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, and are already used to the etiquette and environment of high-end restaurants.

In some respects, they may even be more familiar with such places than Ye Fan.

Their nervousness and cautiousness at this moment did not stem from the environment itself, but from the immense pressure of dining at the same table with Ye Fan.

This young tycoon, who casually spends over 100 million yuan on a car, possesses an invisible, breathtaking aura.

Han Yiying broke the silence first. She skillfully picked up the exquisite bone china teapot on the table and elegantly poured Ye Fan a cup of tea. She smiled and said, "Mr. Ye, you really know how to choose a place. The environment here is quiet and elegant, making people feel very comfortable."

Seeing that Ye Fan didn't respond, she added, her tone carrying just the right amount of flattery and a hint of curiosity: "Mr. Ye, are you a regular here? I've always heard that 'Black Pearl' has top-notch food and ambiance, but unfortunately I haven't had the chance to experience it yet."

Ye Fan paused slightly as he picked up his teacup, his deep gaze falling on Han Yiying's face with a hint of barely perceptible surprise.

Given her current status and income in the live streaming industry, she's never been here before? This was somewhat unexpected.

"You've never been here before?" he asked in a flat tone, but his gaze was scrutinizing.

Han Yiying met his gaze, her smile still sweet, but tinged with a hint of candid helplessness and playful self-deprecation: "The cost of a meal here..."

She gestured with her slender finger: "For small-time streamers like us, it would take a month or two of living on a shoestring budget to recover! Just thinking about it hurts, it's really unnecessary~"

As she spoke, she playfully wrinkled her nose.

Feng Timo, standing nearby, immediately nodded vigorously in agreement, whispering in agreement, "Yeah, Yingying's right, it's too expensive!"

Her petite body leaned slightly forward, her expression serious yet tinged with a hint of grievance, like a cat heartbroken over a dried fish.

Ye Fan took a sip of tea, the warm liquid sliding down his throat.

He looked at the two anchors in front of him, who had high annual incomes and were glamorous in front of the camera, but were now "crying poor" because of the cost of a high-end restaurant. A playful yet slightly scrutinizing smile appeared on his lips.

He put down his teacup, his voice calm yet carrying an air of superior, unquestionable insight: "The prices here might be expensive for ordinary people, but with your... popularity and earning power, it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples in the hearts of Han Yiying and Feng Timo.

Han Yiying's heart tightened slightly upon hearing Ye Fan's slightly amused question. She put down her teacup, her hands unconsciously twisting together under the table, and a frank yet bitter smile appeared on her face: "Mr. Ye, we can earn a little, but it might be quite different from what you imagine. The livestreaming industry isn't as lucrative as people say, where you can make a fortune every day."