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Chapter 638 - 640: Tragic Outcome

Chapter 638: Chapter 640: Tragic Outcome

Alone in the private room, Du Mingwei felt his body shiver slightly.

He had certainly heard of Ye Fan’s great reputation and had seen him before, but only from a distance—never had he spoken a word with Ye Fan.

The rumors described this somewhat eccentric noble, known for his whims and queer temperament, as someone very unpredictable. Du Mingwei didn’t know what to believe.

But why did Ye Fan suddenly want to see him today?

Du Mingwei felt a slight panic, especially at the thought—could it be that Ye Fan fancied his looks?

He immediately tensed up, feeling even more nervous.

"No way, no way, although I’m quite handsome, I’m definitely not Ye Fan’s type, absolutely not... Damn it, it better not be, I’m interested in women..."

The longer Du Mingwei stayed in the private room, the more his thoughts drifted into wild fantasies.

The wilder his fantasies, the more he felt like his end was nigh.

At nine thirty, the door to the private room finally opened.

Upon hearing the door open, Du Mingwei trembled, turned his head to see Yang Lianting walking in first, and behind him, a bewitching man dressed in white followed with an elegant air.

Du Mingwei immediately stood up and forced a smile, respectfully saying, "Young Master Ye."

Ye Fan walked straight in and sat down on the sofa in the private room with Yang Lianting standing by his side.

Only when he saw Ye Fan take a seat did Du Mingwei sit down, his body trembling with apprehension.

However, just as his buttocks grazed the sofa, he heard Yang Lianting’s shrill, almost feminine voice, "Did Young Master Ye ask you to sit?"

Upon hearing this, Du Mingwei’s face reddened, and he immediately stood up, hastily apologizing to Ye Fan, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was presumptuous..."

Despite Du Mingwei often carrying himself with arrogance and superiority, in the presence of a true noble scion like Ye Fan, he was like a tiny ant, negligible.

Standing properly and nervously in front of Ye Fan, who was meticulously clean and playing with a silver ring in his right hand, Du Mingwei waited as Ye Fan languidly asked with his gaze lowered, "Du Mingwei... Your name is Du Mingwei, right?"

"Yes, yes, Du Mingwei, I am the second son of the Du Family, Du Jue’s Du Mingwei," he hurriedly replied.

Finally, Ye Fan lifted his head to look at Du Mingwei, who, upon seeing this, jumped with fright and quickly lowered his head, not daring to meet Ye Fan’s gaze.

"Do you know why I called for you today?" Ye Fan asked.

"Sorry, Young Master Ye, I’m... I’m really flattered, if you had informed me in advance that you wanted to see me, I would have come fully prepared. Look, this..."

"Heh, come fully prepared? Prepared for what? Prepared to bring a dagger to kill me?" Ye Fan said flatly.

At these words, Du Mingwei was instantly petrified with fright, hastily replying, "Young Master Ye, there’s no previous grudge between us, how could I possibly come to kill you, you’re misjudging me, I, Du Mingwei, have always looked up to you, you’re my idol..."

While Du Mingwei heaped on the flattery, his heart had already discerned that Ye Fan seemed dissatisfied with him today. After pondering for a moment, Du Mingwei quickly realized what the issue might be and his face turned deathly pale.

"An idol? Haha, I, Ye Fan, dare not accept that title. Du Mingwei, I will ask you just one question, and you must answer me honestly," Ye Fan said with a cold smirk on his face.

"Um, yes, yes, I will definitely answer honestly."

"Recently, have you done anything to wrong me?"

"No, absolutely not..."

"Think carefully before you answer. This is your last chance to respond," Ye Fan said.

"..."

Thud!

After hearing Ye Fan’s threatening words, Du Mingwei was stunned, his face turned ghastly white, and then his knees buckled, and he knelt down in front of Ye Fan!

"Young Master Ye, I, I am sorry!"

At this moment, Du Mingwei also knew the purpose of Ye Fan calling him here; his conspiracy might have been able to deceive Qin Tian and Murong Fei, but he definitely couldn’t fool Ye Fan!

Therefore, all Du Mingwei could do now was to keep kowtowing while speaking, "Young Master Ye, I am sorry, I was wrong... I incited discord between you and Murong Fei, I am sorry... I won’t dare to do it again..."

Thud thud thud!

Du Mingwei knelt on the ground and continuously kowtowed, his forehead quickly swelling up with a large bump, blood flowing freely.

"Hmph, at least you know what’s good for you. Stop kowtowing, if your blood stains my floor, I’ll have you scrubbing my bar’s floors for a year."

Ye Fan spoke indifferently, and Du Mingwei instantly raised his head, not daring to move an inch.

Yet on Ye Fan’s face, there was no sign of anger. He stretched out his hand, and Yang Lianting, as if having a telepathic connection, respectfully handed over a dagger.

Ye Fan wiped the dagger with a white handkerchief over and over again, saying, "My grudge with the Murong Family doesn’t need your stirring to be a blood feud, why bother doing more than necessary?"

He smiled looking at Du Mingwei, but at this moment, seeing the dagger, Du Mingwei couldn’t muster a smile.

"Forget it, your father Du Jue and my Ye Family also have some connections. This time, I’ll let you off the hook."

Having said this, Ye Fan tossed the dagger onto the table, "Leave two of your fingers behind and go. In the future, it’s best you stay out of Ye Family’s affairs. This won’t happen again, understood?"

Ye Fan’s words might have sounded light, but upon hearing them, Du Mingwei nearly passed out.

Letting him off the hook but still requiring two of his fingers? That was excessively cruel!

They say the Glass Son was capricious and killed without batting an eye; now, Du Mingwei truly understood why.

"Young Master Ye, is it possible... not to leave the fingers, I’ll pay, just name the price, I’ll pay it, I’ll buy back my fingers with money, can I? Please let me off the hook, give me a chance..."

Du Mingwei pleaded, filled with terror and trembling with fear.

"You think the Du Family is that rich?"

Ye Fan laughed, "The knife is on the table, deal with it yourself."

After speaking, Ye Fan threw the white handkerchief onto the table, stood up, and walked straight out.

Yang Lianting followed behind, not uttering a word, also leaving.

In the private room, Du Mingwei’s tears were flowing.

At this moment, his heart was filled only with fear for Ye Fan, thinking he should never have plotted this conspiracy!

While he did harm Qin Tian and Murong Fei, his own situation was hardly better...

Picking up the dagger, Du Mingwei gritted his teeth and with two slashes, his left pinky and ring fingers were cut off by his own hand!

"Ah..."

Du Mingwei let out a scream like that of a pig being slaughtered, but no one paid him any attention; he left the Extraordinary Bar on his own, headed for the hospital.

The fingers couldn’t be reattached anymore.

By the time Du Mingwei, having wrapped up his fingers at the hospital, returned to the Du Family villa, it was already noon.

He parked his car morosely at the doorstep of the villa, his left hand bandaged, and walked into the villa in pain.

However, before he reached the front door, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder from behind, followed by Qin Tian’s cold voice:

"Du Mingwei, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time!"