Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 929 - 847: Is the Ten Million Ready?

Lin Meng shrugged and said, "My bodyguard took your little girlfriend home, so there’s no one to drive."

Ye Qingfeng understood and headed toward the driver’s seat, casually saying, "She’s not my girlfriend."

"So, you’re pursuing her then, huh? She’s quite pretty, a classic hero saving the beauty scenario." Lin Meng’s eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Get in the car!" Ye Qingfeng wasn’t interested in getting tangled up in this topic. If it weren’t for Tian Shi, he wouldn’t bother, regardless of how beautiful Tian Yuru was.

This person is really dull, Lin Meng pouted, got into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and noticed Ye Qingfeng was still not starting the car.

"You don’t know how to drive, do you?"

Swish!!!

Right after Lin Meng said that, the Bentley Moshang sped off.

"Hey, Ye Qingfeng, are you crazy? Slow down!" Lin Meng was scared to death as Ye Qingfeng floored the gas pedal, reaching speeds over a hundred.

Ye Qingfeng kept accelerating, going faster and faster, reaching over two hundred kilometers per hour.

Lin Meng was initially terrified, thinking that someone who hadn’t driven before was surely courting death at this speed! 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

However, she soon realized that Ye Qingfeng was driving very steadily, with every maneuver skillful and swift.

"You claim you haven’t driven before? You seem like a professional driver to me, you were definitely pretending." Lin Meng grumbled, feeling deceived by Ye Qingfeng.

"When did I ever say I couldn’t drive?" Ye Qingfeng stared straight ahead.

The Bentley Moshang raced almost at its limit on the road, overtaking without a hitch. While Ye Qingfeng remained calm, he terrified other drivers on the road.

They weaved through traffic and right at a crossroads, Ye Qingfeng executed a perfect ninety-degree drift.

Finally, the Bentley Moshang came to a precise stop at the entrance of Minghao District.

Crazy!

If Lin Meng hadn’t practiced martial arts with her grandfather often, she would have been sick; Ye Qingfeng drove insanely fast.

"I’m going up to get something." Ye Qingfeng unbuckled his seatbelt and got out.

"I’ll go with you." Lin Meng also followed him.

The two walked into Minghao District together, entered the elevator, and Lin Meng couldn’t help but ask, "Ye Qingfeng, were you a professional driver before? Grandpa says you’re a martial artist, just how impressive are you?"

Lin Meng knew a fair amount about martial artists.

Especially, the kind of legendary martial artists who were said to be powerful enough to split mountains and crack stones.

She felt Ye Qingfeng was that type.

"You have too many questions." Ye Qingfeng slightly lifted his eyelids.

Lin Meng was almost infuriated.

Her beauty and figure.

Even the young elites of Hai City treated her like a princess.

Ye Qingfeng ignored Lin Meng and walked straight out of the elevator.

"Such a dull person..."

Lin Meng bit her red lip, her face filled with a slight anger.

Ye Qingfeng couldn’t be bothered to squabble with her; he gathered his medicine bottles and acupuncture kit, saying, "Alright, let’s go."

Considering it was about Lin Beishan’s treatment, Lin Meng finally gave up making things difficult for Ye Qingfeng.

As they exited the elevator, Yun Xi happened to come out.

Seeing Ye Qingfeng, Yun Xi paused, surprised to find him with a beautiful girl.

Also a beauty, Yun Xi naturally glanced at her as she stepped out of the elevator, noticing she was also sizing her up.

What a beauty!

Yun Xi considered herself stunning, one in a million, yet found the other girl no less attractive.

Moreover, there was an air of elegance about her, clearly from a wealthy family.

Lin Meng glanced at Yun Xi and then averted her gaze. She knew Yun Xi, a little superstar, quite famous indeed.

But stars were just stars; in Lin Meng’s perspective, they were nothing much.

She was Lin Beishan’s most favored granddaughter; no celebrity could compare to her status.

Yun Xi was still angry about Ye Qingfeng’s rudeness, and he noticed, but he couldn’t be bothered with this big star now. Without looking at Yun Xi, he entered the elevator.

When the elevator doors finally closed, Yun Xi’s face showed a hint of defeat.

As the music industry’s little superstar, Ye Qingfeng’s strange behavior was forgivable if he didn’t recognize her.

Unexpectedly, even the girl with Ye Qingfeng looked like she didn’t recognize her.

Yet, from the girl’s gaze earlier, Lin Meng knew she had been recognized; why was she so indifferent?

Yun Xi couldn’t understand; she was Yun Xi, a music industry darling, how could these two be so composed?

Yun Xi felt disheartened internally, the pair were getting to her, causing Yun Xi to even suspect she might be past her prime!

"But isn’t this person supposed to be cold? How could they bring a beautiful girl home?"

Yun Xi muttered in confusion, in her mind, Ye Qingfeng was either a fan of hers or a cold person.

Secretly, she leaned more towards him being her fan.

She was the superstar Yun Xi, after all, with fans enough to form an army; how could a young man like Ye Qingfeng be any different?

He must be a devoted fan, searching for her place, moving in to get her attention, pretending to be aloof. Otherwise, why did he pull that embarrassing stunt the other day? He must have lost control momentarily.

That had always been Yun Xi’s thought, but she didn’t expect Ye Qingfeng to bring such a beautiful girl home so quickly.

"Hmph, what a scoundrel!" Feeling particularly irate, Yun Xi cursed him.

Lin Family Mansion.

Here lush mountains and clear waters, picturesque scenery, nestled halfway up Tianmin Mountain in Hai City.

Ye Qingfeng followed Lin Meng inside, past several tranquil paths, finally seeing Lin Beishan.

In front of Lin Beishan was a massive table, covered with pure white rice paper on which he wrote with a brush.

"Mr. Ye, you’ve arrived." Seeing Ye Qingfeng, Lin Beishan set down his brush.

Ye Qingfeng nodded.

"Grandpa, let me grind ink for you." Lin Meng dashed over to grind ink for Lin Beishan.

Lin Beishan smiled warmly and asked, "I wonder if Mr. Ye has any interest in calligraphy?"

"No interest, just a bit of skill."

Ye Qingfeng straightforwardly replied.

"Then why not honor us with a few characters, Mr. Ye!" Lin Beishan spoke with extreme respect; having someone bestow words was a rare privilege in all of Hai City.

"No need, let’s start the treatment." Ye Qingfeng replied directly, just wanting to finish quickly and use the payment to buy herbs.

"Alright, alright!" Lin Beishan’s voice carried slight excitement; the pleasantries were merely to win Ye Qingfeng’s favor, his survival depended on him after all.

Lin Meng’s mood also grew tense; if Ye Qingfeng failed too, her grandfather only had three months left.

She glanced at Ye Qingfeng, but this young man’s face showed no change as if handling a trivial matter.

"Is the ten million ready?" Ye Qingfeng’s focus was money; treating Lin Beishan was but a minor task.

Lin Beishan hesitated briefly, then smiled, "Rest assured, Mr. Ye, it’s been prepared long ago."