Chapter Seven: Have You Picked Up the Wrong Person?

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Long Fei was lost in his own daydreams, while Li Yanran turned her head several times, wanting to speak but hesitating, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Thank you so much for earlier. Your name is Long Fei, right?” Li Yanran finally mustered the courage to thank him, her voice soft and timid.

“Yes, but there’s no need to thank me. It was nothing,” Long Fei replied, sounding a bit uninterested. For him, punishing those thugs was indeed a trivial matter, no different from crushing an ant. But to Li Yanran, his words sounded modest and self-effacing.

“Thank you, truly,” Li Yanran repeated, her tone sincere.

Unfortunately, Long Fei had no patience to listen to her continue. Since there was no real benefit for him in prolonging the conversation, he thought it would be better if she just gave him a kiss instead—though of course, he wasn’t so shameless as to demand a reward just after saving her.

“All right, it’s nothing. I’m going to sleep now. If any more thugs bother you, just call my name and I’ll save you,” Long Fei said, whistling as he walked into the carriage.

Li Yanran followed behind, a bit frustrated. How could this guy be so rude? Was she not pretty enough? Did she have no appeal for him at all? How could he just walk away without another word? And how could he curse her by saying she’d run into more thugs?

Nonsense! You’re the one who’ll encounter thugs—maybe even a female thug!

Sticking her tongue out at Long Fei’s back, Li Yanran made a face.

Inside the carriage, several passengers were still excitedly discussing the earlier incident. One boy was whispering into his phone, as if telling others he was the protagonist, bragging and showing off.

Seeing Long Fei and Li Yanran enter together, the other passengers showed great warmth and concern, crowding around to ask how they were. But Long Fei couldn’t be bothered, and even Li Yanran ignored them. She was still brooding over the fact that, when she was being harassed, these people had all pretended to be asleep. The comparison made her feel sad, but also deepened her favorable impression of Long Fei.

He really could fall asleep at a moment’s notice—Long Fei seemed to have lost all interest in Li Yanran and buried his head to sleep again.

Li Yanran was quite disappointed. To be honest, she couldn’t sleep at all now. Since she’d already summoned the courage to talk to Long Fei, she’d hoped to chat with him some more. She was curious about him, wanted to know more.

They say when a woman is curious about a man, she’s not far from falling in love. But Li Yanran had no such awareness; she didn’t realize that this chance encounter might already have tied her to fate.

The next morning, Long Fei was still in a deep sleep when Li Yanran shook him awake.

He was about to get angry, but when he saw the beautiful girl blushing, smiling at him with her suitcase in hand, his anger vanished. He smiled instead, “What is it? We’ve arrived? Then I wish you a safe journey!”

So brisk and decisive—this disappointed Li Yanran. Of course, she didn’t want Long Fei to be so indifferent. As he turned back without hesitation to resume his dreams, she felt inexplicably sad and wronged. She had always been confident in her looks, but standing before Long Fei now, she suddenly felt a pang of self-doubt, even a little ashamed.

For a while, Li Yanran didn’t leave. Long Fei finally turned his head. It seemed that, after two days, he was noticing this delicate girl for the first time.

Indeed, as a girl from the water towns of the south, Li Yanran embodied all the grace of her ancient city. She was not only beautiful enough to move the heart, but so alluring that it made one ache with the urge to protect her.

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Dressed in a white blouse and a plaid skirt, Li Yanran radiated a youthful freshness. Though still young, the subtle curve of her chest was already taking shape—neither large nor small, but perfectly proportioned. Her long, shapely legs were made even more alluring and mature by the nude stockings she wore.

Long Fei swallowed, shamelessly licked his lips to suppress his desires, and asked curiously, “Why haven’t you gotten off the train yet? If you wait any longer, it’ll leave again.”

Li Yanran seemed to snap back to reality. Blushing furiously, she shoved a slip of paper into Long Fei’s hand and hurried away as if fleeing.

Long Fei unfolded the note—it was a mobile number. He couldn’t help but smile, feeling a little pleased. It seemed the pretty girl had a good impression of him. He wondered if there would be another chance to meet in the future.

He put the note in his pocket and went back to sleep.

It wasn’t Long Fei’s first time in Shanghai, but as soon as he exited the station, he was struck again by the sheer sea of people—apparently, workers from all over the country flocked to this city.

Shanghai truly was a city full of allure and opportunity, but also full of challenge and pressure. Of course, making real money here was only possible for the powerful or wealthy; for ordinary laborers, it was just an empty dream.

With its sound social systems, Shanghai was a city of rules, but those very rules made it harder for people at the bottom to get ahead. As they say, troubled times produce heroes—an age too peaceful produces none.

Thinking of himself as just another face in the crowd, Long Fei found it funny.

Shanghai, Shanghai, here I am again. But what am I going to do? Buy a house and live like a rich man?

That wouldn’t be difficult for Long Fei, but he felt no interest in such a life.

It seemed he needed to find a job. If he was lucky, maybe he could even meet some pretty girls. Suddenly, his thoughts drifted to that seductive woman from India, and he felt an urge rise within him.

She was a real enchantress!

Long Fei cursed her in his heart, but for him, such a woman was irresistible.

Dressed as he was, Long Fei might have looked stylish in a small town, but here at the Shanghai train station, he blended in with the crowd of migrant workers. Anyone could take one look at him and assume he was a laborer from some construction site.

Even Long Fei himself found it amusing—how what he thought was fashionable made him look just like all the other migrant workers.

He wasn’t ugly, but not especially handsome either. Standing in the crowd, he was just another drop in the mighty Huangpu River—small, ordinary, easily overlooked.

But even so, Long Fei was still picked out from the crowd.

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A middle-aged man in a suit strode up to Long Fei with a smile and said, “Hello, are you Mr. Long Fei?”

Long Fei was startled. He had no acquaintances in Shanghai—why would anyone seek him out?

Pointing to himself, Long Fei muttered, “You mean me?”

The man nodded, still smiling at him. Long Fei quickly nodded in return.

“My name is Long Fei, but I’m not sure if I’m the one you’re looking for.” Long Fei instinctively thought this well-dressed man must have the wrong person. But what puzzled him was how the man knew his name—maybe the Long Fei they were waiting for looked like him?

“You’re exactly the one we’re here to pick up. Please, come with me,” the man said, leading the way. Long Fei followed, baffled.

As he walked, Long Fei reminded him, “I think you must be mistaken. I really don’t know any of you!”

Long Fei soon noticed a conspicuous Bentley parked at the edge of the square. Its doors were open, and two more men in suits stood respectfully by.

The middle-aged man stopped at the car, turned, and handed Long Fei his business card with a smile. “I am Wang Haitao, assistant to the president of Ye Group. Here’s my card. I’m here on behalf of Mr. Ye to welcome you.”

Long Fei jumped in shock.

“What did you say? Ye Group? Is that the company owned by Ye Wentian?”

Ye Group was one of the largest conglomerates in Shanghai. It was said that twenty years ago, Ye Group moved from Beijing to Shanghai and experienced explosive growth. Ye Wentian himself was a legend in the business world—within just ten years, as an outsider, he not only established himself in Shanghai but also outcompeted all the local companies, a remarkable feat in a city known for its insularity. It was the talk of the town at the time.

But why would Ye Wentian be looking for him? Surely he didn’t want to recruit Long Fei as a son-in-law? Glancing at his own attire, Long Fei chuckled inwardly—even if he agreed, Ye Wentian might not have a daughter. But if he did, even if she were ugly, Long Fei would still be willing. Just thinking about the Ye Group, with assets in the billions, possibly becoming his one day, made his eyes light up.

There he went daydreaming again.

Wang Haitao frowned. On the Bund, there were only a handful of people who dared refer to Ye Wentian so casually, and Long Fei was definitely not one of them. But recalling that Ye Wentian had specially instructed them to treat Long Fei as a distinguished guest, Wang Haitao managed an awkward smile. “That’s right, Mr. Long. Our president is indeed Mr. Ye Wentian.”

Long Fei snapped back to reality, still puzzled. “I see, but although I know his name, I don’t know him personally, nor does he know me. Why would he want to see me?”

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