Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 195 Qin Kun's existential crisis

Under the bright lights, the gleaming tiles and metal fittings reflected a soft glow.

The two stood side by side in front of the urinal.

As Qin Kun unzipped his pants, he habitually muttered, "Hey Lao Ye, that Linlin seemed pretty well-behaved just now, take it easy... Holy crap—!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Ye Fan, and he froze instantly!

The smile on his face froze, then was replaced by extreme shock and disbelief. His eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

He seemed to be frozen in place, forgetting to continue his hand movements, just staring straight ahead, his mouth unconsciously open, big enough to fit an egg.

An indescribable feeling, a mixture of immense shock, self-consciousness, and even a sense of absurdity, suddenly surged into Qin Kun's mind.

Only one thought kept flashing through his mind, deafeningly loud: "What the hell?! Are you a donkey? God, are you kidding me?"

The next few seconds felt incredibly long and agonizing to Qin Kun.

He finished almost in a daze, forgetting to even zip up his pants properly, and then followed Ye Fan, who looked perfectly normal and as if nothing had happened, out of the bathroom.

Back in the brightly lit living room, where laughter still echoed, Qin Kun slumped into the sofa like a statue, staring blankly at the expensive starry ceiling.

The previous high spirits and joking attitude vanished without a trace, and he was shrouded in a huge shadow called "doubting life".

Why should I?!

How many windows did God open for Ye Fan, and how many doors did He weld shut for him?

That face was so handsome it was outrageous!

I can tolerate that he has a tall and well-proportioned figure!

That composed demeanor was beyond what one would expect from an eighteen-year-old!

Why the hell... why is it that on a man's most primal, fundamental, and essential body of "dignity" and "confidence," he can be repeatedly rubbed into the ground and crushed until nothing is left?

This is no longer a simple difference; it's a chasm on the level of species isolation!

Qin Kun was inwardly screaming, filled with grief and indignation.

He felt that his worldview had been impacted like never before.

Fang Yu noticed that something was wrong with him and nudged him: "Old Qin? What are you spacing out for? Did you lose your mind while peeing?"

Qin Kun mechanically turned his head, giving Fang Yu a complex look that mixed reverence, jealousy, grief, and despair, before slowly turning back to stare at the ceiling. He muttered weakly, "Leave me alone...let me be...I want to be alone!"

He now desperately needs someone to process this bolt-from-the-sky "discovery".

Good heavens! This is so unfair!

........

Fang Yu raised his hand and looked at the understated Patek Philippe complication watch on his wrist, its dial gleaming warmly under the living room lights.

He looked up at Qin Kun, who was sitting on the sofa with a sullen expression: "Old Qin, isn't it about time?"

"Hmm." Qin Kun nodded dejectedly. "We can start now."

Qin Fei tactfully stood up, a smile plastered on his face: "Alright! I'll go upstairs and ask the auctioneer and experts to come down."

He walked quickly toward the stairs.

Ye Fan also sat down on the single sofa next to Fang Yu, looking relaxed.

Fang Yu glanced around at him, a mischievous smile on his face, and asked, "Old Ye, where's your little beauty Linlin? Aren't you going to call her down to join the fun?"

Before Ye Fan could answer, Qin Kun, who was sprawled on the opposite sofa, seemed to have been triggered, and spoke in a complex, resentful tone, "His female companion? Ha... I don't think she'll be out tonight. She might not even make it to tomorrow. This guy is a real donkey! What woman could withstand this kind of intensity?"

After he finished speaking, he subconsciously touched his nose, as if the scene he had just witnessed had shocked him once again.

"Hmm?" Fang Yu, Wang Zhui, Lin Feng, and even several female companions who had been listening intently, all turned their attention to Ye Fan like searchlights.

The eyes of his female companions gleamed with intense curiosity and undisguised envy. Just how terrifying must Young Master Ye's "strength" be to elicit such an "inhuman" exclamation from Young Master Qin?

Fang Yu paused for a moment, then a playful smile appeared on his face as he looked Ye Fan up and down again: "Tsk tsk tsk! Not bad, old Ye! A true master doesn't reveal their skills, and a master who reveals their skills isn't a true master! I didn't expect your strength to be so formidable? You've been hiding your true abilities!"

His tone was a mix of teasing and amazement.

Ye Fan simply picked up the glass of ice water that the waiter had just placed down and took a sip. His expression was calm and composed, showing neither pride nor embarrassment. His indifference only made him seem more unfathomable.

after awhile.

Footsteps came from the direction of the stairs.

Qin Fei led three people downstairs.

The woman in the lead was a young woman of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a well-tailored black women's suit skirt with a white silk shirt underneath, exuding a capable and efficient air.

She wore her signature white gloves, a professional and polite smile on her face, and her gaze swept steadily over everyone in the living room.

Half a step behind her was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with a serious expression.

Finally, there was an elderly man with gray hair, dressed in an elegant Tang suit, walking steadily with sharp eyes, and carrying a small leather briefcase in his hand.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen." The young woman stood in the center of the living room, her voice clear and pleasant, carrying a well-trained affability. "Thank you all for attending this small gathering. If everyone is ready, shall we begin our event?"

Her gaze lingered briefly on Ye Fan's unfamiliar face before shifting away.

Looking at this trio, Ye Fan did indeed feel a little puzzled.

This was quite different from the auction he had imagined.

There was no grand venue, no bidding paddles, only a yacht lounge, a handful of buyers, and a three-person auction team that looked professional but rather "simple" compared to the setting.

It looks rather casual, and in short, it's quite rudimentary.

Fang Yu always seemed to be able to keenly perceive Ye Fan's emotional changes.

He turned slightly to the side, lowered his voice, and chuckled at Ye Fan, "What? Don't you think this is a bit too casual? Like a makeshift crew?"

Ye Fan nodded slightly and said frankly, "That's somewhat of a feeling."

This was indeed different from the glamorous, exciting auction scene he had envisioned.

"It's perfectly normal for you to feel this way," Fang Yu nodded understandingly.