Chapter 496

Back when we were at Jianglan Zhengfa University, Liu Qingmei was definitely the class belle.

Many guys pursued her then, but she was only interested in tall, rich, handsome men—especially Xu Jijun, the type who drove a sports car onto campus every day, a top-tier rich kid.

She would seize any chance to hover right under Xu Jijun's nose every day.

She went all out chasing him!

But Xu Jijun's judgment was unusually sharp; at a glance he saw Liu Qingmei was a natural green-tea type, never giving her any chance to cling onto him.

For example, one time Liu Qingmei enthusiastically approached him: 'Young Master Xu, are you free tonight? I can have ice cream today, let's watch a movie together.'

'No time.'

Xu Jijun's response was just that simple, blunt, and unromantic.

He didn't even give a green-tea girl a proper look.

The key is, Xu Jijun the next second waved at Lin Dongfan: 'Poseur Fan, you said you wanted to drive, right? Come on, I brought that modified car out today.'

After that, Lin Dongfan became Liu Qingmei's nemesis in her eyes.

He often got picked on by Liu Qingmei.

Back then Lin Dongfan was poor and short‑sighted; even if she splashed milk tea on his face, he dared not retort, mainly because he feared Liu Qingmei would play dirty tricks that would get him expelled from school.

Today also counts as him finally getting to vent his frustration.

Seeing Liu Qingmei's annoyed, angry look, Lin Dongfan felt the trip wasn't wasted; as long as he didn't kill her with his retorts, he could go all out.

Lin Dongfan laughed: 'It's been years since graduation, yet I still run into you, this green‑tea. And you—how did you end up putting your life in reverse? The older you get, the more you regress. That old man's age is so great he could be your dad—does your dad know you're so shameless?'

'Lin Dongfan, you loser! Sour grapes because you can't have them—you deserve to stay poor forever!'

Liu Qingmei's whole face turned liver‑colored, her carefully applied makeup unable to hide it, and her voice came out unusually sharp and shrill.

She glanced at the registration and verification desk.

She then chuckled lightly: 'I understand the mentality of a poor loser like you. You don't even have the qualifications to enter this jewelry auction, so why are you here? You're just trying to chase me, deliberately making your presence known in front of me. Seeing I have a husband, you're annoyed and angry, right? Loser, I advise you to give up this hope. Even if I married a mangy dog, I wouldn't choose someone like you—you simply don't qualify.'

'You got it wrong—I'm really not interested in that kind of thing.'

Today's Fan Ye is no longer the poor poser of yesteryear; he has what he wants, needs no pretense, and his swagger is right here.

Getting angry is impossible.

He kept smiling throughout, calmly watching Liu Qingmei display her cognitive shortcomings.

However, from the elevator entrance came Xu Jijun's teasing voice: 'Dongfan, are you blind? There's twenty thousand yuan on the ground and you don't pick it up?'

Liu Qingmei, who had been worrying about finding an attack point, upon hearing that instantly felt like she'd grabbed a lifeline.

She let out a snort.

She picked up the thread with a sarcastic tone: 'Isn't he just blind? Not only blind, but also overestimating himself—a toad craving swan meat.'

Huh?

What's going on?

Why is Liu Qingmei here too?

Are we about to start a fight?

Xu Jijun glanced at Liu Qingmei, then at Lin Dongfan, and the more he looked the funnier it seemed—heaven really is a clueless fool to have brought these two together.

But the money is innocent; picking it up is no crime.

Xu Jijun picked up the twenty thousand from the floor and asked Lin and Liu: 'Whose money is this? If no one claims it, I won't be polite.'

'I'm giving this to him—take the money and scram!'

Liu Qingmei coldly stared at Lin Dongfan.

Her haughty demeanor was like a queen looking down on a clown.

Lin Dongfan, smiling silently, hadn't yet flared up when Xu Jijun's face darkened; he gave Liu Qingmei a once‑over and said, 'How dare you speak like that—what right do you have to tell him to scram?'

'The jewelry auction hosted by Rui Bao Pavilion isn't something any random cat or dog can join. To enter the venue you need asset verification—at least five million yuan in net worth.'

She said this while giving Lin Dongfan a dismissive sideways glance.

She let out another scornful snort: 'Tsk, this loser dresses like a person but fails at the act—his cheap watch over a hundred yuan reveals his true standing. With your impoverished look you can't even pass the asset check; why not scram before you embarrass yourself further?'

'……!!!'

Xu Jijun nearly turned to stone.

It wasn't that Liu Qingmei's retort left him speechless with pain; he just hadn't expected that after all these years she'd still be so brainless, specializing in looking down on people.

Is Fan Ye wearing a cheap watch over a hundred yuan because he lacks ability?

Laughable!

What is Fan Ye's status?

If he wore a Patek Philippe or Rolex on his wrist, he'd still be accused of petty greed. The fact that he bought a watch last year—only just settled—means only a fool would sport a brand‑name piece at this juncture.

This Liu Qingmei is really quite ill.

Xu Jijun pulled Lin Dongfan aside and whispered: 'This green‑tea bitch seems to be begging for it today, but I don't want to… how about you make a big show instead?'

'You don't want to hit that type, so you want me to? You really are my good brother.' Lin Dongfan smiled contemptuously.

Xu Jijun lightly tapped his forehead twice.

Utterly embarrassed: 'My fault, I didn't make myself clear—by "high‑key" I meant flash your bank‑card balance for her to see.'

'Never mind—I'm afraid she'll plop down on her knees and call me dad.'

Fan Ye said 'forget it' on the surface, but he still needed to put on a show—not doing so wouldn't be his style.

He walked to the verification desk, handed over his ID and bank card without a word; the staff first registered his information, then swiped the card on the POS machine.

Soon they respectfully returned his ID and bank card to Lin Dongfan.

And they waved him forward: 'Mr. Lin, please.'

This scene clearly exceeded Liu Qingmei's expectations, leaving her suspicious—after not seeing him for years, has this loser struck it rich?

Impossible!

How could I have gotten no news at all about something this big?

Could it be that after I quit the class group, I missed out on a tycoon?

Impossible!

Losers will always be losers; he's definitely showing off by borrowing Xu Jijun's bank card! Exactly, just now he went off to the side with Xu Jijun, acting sneaky—definitely up to that!

Thinking this, Liu Qingmei sparked a confident smile again.

She stepped forward and jeered at Lin Dongfan: "Stinking loser, putting on airs—you're doing a pretty badass job. Keep it up; when we get into the venue later, if you've got the guts, swipe your card and buy a piece of jewelry for me to see. If Xu Jijun is willing to let you spend a few hundred million, I'll write my surname Liu upside down."

Without waiting for Lin Dongfan to reply.

Xu Jijun, unable to hold back any longer, retorted: "Liu Qingmei, will you ever stop? You're so sharp-tongued! Don't use your ignorance to guess others' worlds—Dongfan is swiping his own card."

"Hehe, you two keep acting; let's see how long you can keep it up." Liu Qingmei tossed off a lightly cold smile, turned, and swayed her waist into the auction hall.

Xu Jijun resentfully retorted to Lin Dongfan: "I told you, this can't be low-key. If you don't whip out your balance and flash it to blind her dog eyes, she'll never know how low she is."

"I'm not in a hurry—what the hell are you rushing for?"

All that needed to be retorted has already been said; Lin Dongfan isn't very interested in continuing to slap Liu Qingmei in the face.

The person who truly interests Lin Dongfan is the old man with combed-back hair behind Liu Qingmei—the director of the Baiyue Province Health Department, Wei Shouqin.