Chapter Thirty-Two: Boys Must Learn to Protect Themselves—Say No to Secondhand Love, Starting with Me

“Spit it out if you have something to say, don’t waste my time.”
Yang Xiaofan’s bluntness made Xiao Yiyi clench her delicate fists in frustration.

She was, after all, a top streamer with over a million followers. Countless fanboys worshipped her like a goddess. Yet this Yang Xiaofan looked down on her so blatantly. If it weren’t for her determination to win first place, she would have stormed off long ago.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yiyi forced a sweet smile and began,
“Yang, I really want to win first place at the Freshman Gala. I know you’re a rich kid, driving a Ferrari—you couldn’t care less about a million yuan, right? If you could just let me win, you can ask anything of me, and I’ll agree.”

As she spoke, she deliberately tugged her neckline lower. For her, this was child’s play; she’d played this game with more than one wealthy patron. Yang Xiaofan was not only handsome but also well-off. Trading herself for the chance to win first place at the gala didn’t seem like a bad deal.

Who knew, maybe he’d even fall for her and shower her with millions in gifts, which would be even better.

But unfortunately, Yang Xiaofan rejected her coldly and without hesitation.

“I refuse.”

“Huh? Why?”
Xiao Yiyi was completely stunned.

She was beautiful—what man wouldn’t want her? Why did Yang Xiaofan treat her as if she were some worthless piece of trash?

“There’s no reason. I’m going to sleep now. Please stop harassing me, or I won’t hesitate to call the police.”

With that, Yang Xiaofan brushed past her and strode into the men’s dormitory.

Xiao Yiyi’s fists trembled with rage, her knuckles cracking. Her heavily made-up face contorted with fury, turning almost grotesque.

“Yang Xiaofan, you bastard! How dare you treat me like this? You won’t get away with this—just you wait!”

Yang Xiaofan didn’t hear her words, and even if he had, he wouldn’t have cared. He wasn’t a junk collector—why would he take a secondhand car?

It might look good on the outside, but who knew how dirty the exhaust pipe was—maybe the engine was about to give out. The keys weren’t even fully hers; for all he knew, someone else might take it for a spin and leave behind some germs. He wasn’t about to risk his health.

That’s why, as a guy, you have to learn to protect yourself. Say no to secondhand cars—starting with me!

...

Back in the dorm, Gu Hao was still working on the business plan, his eyes bloodshot—obviously, he was putting his heart into it.

“You’re back.”

Yang Xiaofan nodded.
“No need to work so frantically, we’re not in a rush.”

“That won’t do. You gave me such a great opportunity—I have to give it my all. I checked out the renovations today; the progress was faster than I expected. President Liu sent several construction teams to work together. I think, at the latest, we’ll be ready for the auction the day after tomorrow.”

“That fast?”

“Of course. You don’t know—after seeing President Liu’s and President Mu’s paintings, lots of tycoons are dying to get a piece of your work. They’re urging us to finish as soon as possible.”

“Then I’d better paint a few more pieces tonight, ready for the auction.”

“That works. By the way, there’s something else I want to tell you.”

“Go ahead.”

“I’m not going to stay in the dorm anymore; I plan to live at the auction house. There’s too much to do every day, and I’m afraid I’ll run out of time if I keep running back and forth.”

“Is that so? Alright, do as you like.”

Yang Xiaofan didn’t have much else to say. Good brothers would have to part ways eventually. Besides, now that he was dating the class monitor, he should start thinking about getting a place outside—so every night...

Hehehe...

Suppressing a laugh, Yang Xiaofan immediately pulled out his art supplies and started painting.

The two of them stayed busy until around eleven at night, then finally went to bed.

...

The next day, Yang Xiaofan skipped rehearsal and took the day off to inspect the site in person.

The results left him in awe.

The expansive open-plan office, over two thousand square meters, was elegantly and tastefully decorated. The location was prime, in the heart of the city’s business district.

It was like a dream come true!

The sense of accomplishment from owning such a grand auction house far surpassed what a hundred million yuan could bring.

This entire auction house belonged to him alone now! That meant that, as of today, he had secured a place for himself in the city.

If not for the “Godmaking Plan,” it would’ve been a miracle for someone like Yang Xiaofan to even get an entry-level job at a company of this caliber.

But now, life was so wonderful that every moment felt like paradise.

...

He worked tirelessly all day, and by evening, the renovations were nearly finished. All the materials were eco-friendly, with no harsh odors.

Mu Shuyu and Liu Hu each lent him some of their company’s staff—receptionists, finance officers, and security guards—to help get things running.

Once his company had hired enough employees, he could return their staff.

To express his gratitude, Yang Xiaofan and Gu Hao hosted a banquet for them at the city’s most luxurious hotel.

They drank themselves into oblivion.

But... the next morning, Yang Xiaofan was in trouble.

He’d been so busy that he’d left his phone on silent and hadn’t checked it at all.

As a result, Qin Nuanyu had sent him over a hundred messages and WeChats, along with more than thirty missed calls.

Yang Xiaofan felt as if the world was ending.

He slapped his forehead, jumped out of bed, changed into fresh clothes, and rushed to wash up.

Gu Hao was awakened by the commotion, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

“Xiaofan, what’s the rush? The auction doesn’t open until nine. It’s only six-thirty now, there’s plenty of time.”

“It’s not about the auction, I have something else to do. Look, later, you go to the auction house first. If I make it in time, we stick to the plan. If not, you take charge of hosting. With President Mu and President Liu there, you’ll handle it just fine.”

With that, Yang Xiaofan dashed out, not even bothering to wipe off the toothpaste.

Gu Hao scratched his head in confusion.

“What’s gotten into him now?”

Shaking his head, he drifted back to sleep.

Meanwhile, Yang Xiaofan raced downstairs, fired up his Ferrari, and without even letting the engine warm up, gunned it out of the parking spot.

The roar of the Ferrari engine shattered the morning calm.

He sped straight to the girls’ dormitory.

The dorm gates were already open. The dorm matron was brushing her teeth, and when she saw him, she greeted him warmly.

“Back again, young man?”

Yang Xiaofan gave an embarrassed smile, nodded, and slipped her a wad of cash.

“Um... I’d like to go up and see my girlfriend.”

The matron grinned from ear to ear.

“Of course, only a Ferrari owner would be so considerate. Go ahead—just don’t go to the wrong room!”