Chapter 413 - Huangfu Hanyun

“You’re using a domestic phone, what right do you have to take a flight out of the country?!” At the entrance to the VIP lounge, a sharp-faced woman in revealing clothes arrogantly pointed at a girl around twenty years old and scolded.

The argument between the two drew a crowd of onlookers, and Ye Fan was blocked from entering the lounge.

Ye Fan glanced at the sharp-faced woman, who had the look of a social climber pretending to be sophisticated, whereas the girl being scolded, despite her simple clothes and bare face, was naturally beautiful, with a tall and elegant figure, a straight back, exuding a hint of noble temperament.

Although the girl was being pointed at and verbally abused by sharp face, she didn’t respond rudely but said apologetically, “I’m sorry, it was my fault, I accidentally knocked over your phone.

Can I compensate you for it?”

“Compensate?

Can you even afford it?” Sharp face immediately screeched, seemingly afraid that the onlookers wouldn’t hear clearly, raising her voice several decibels, “My phone is the latest American rose gold iPhone 6S!!!”

“Can you afford it?

Can you afford it?…” Sharp face kept shrieking the same question, spittle nearly spraying all over the girl’s face, forcing her to lean back and take a few steps away.

The girl calmly said, “There must be a price, how much do you want?”

Saying this, the girl took out her wallet from her purse, ready to compensate sharp face.

Sharp face looked down at the girl’s wallet with disdain and snorted, “Fifty thousand!”

The girl’s hand froze at her words, then she looked up and said, “How is that possible?

Even at its most expensive, an iPhone 6S wouldn’t cost more than ten thousand.”

“Hmph, you think it’s just a rose gold iPhone 6S?

This rose gold iPhone 6S, I specially flew to the Apple flagship store in the United States and queued up for two days and nights to get it, and it was among the first batch to be sold.

Travel expenses, labor costs, and compensation for emotional distress, all summed up, asking for fifty thousand is already letting you off easy!” Sharp face stood with her hands on her hips, quite assertive.

The girl frowned slightly and said, “Alright, fifty thousand it is then.

But I don’t have that much cash on me, so I’ll give you ten thousand now, and you give me your bank account, I’ll transfer the rest to you when I arrive in the United States.”

“I just knew you couldn’t afford it!

Carrying a domestic phone, just a pauper, yet you dare to fly out of the country?” Sharp face said with a superior, scornful tone.

The girl replied evenly, without a hint of inferiority, “While I don’t carry fifty thousand in cash, it doesn’t mean I can’t afford to compensate you that amount.

Also, using a domestic phone doesn’t necessarily make one poor.”

The onlookers also spoke out, “That’s right, we use domestic phones because they’re of good quality and offer great value for the money!”

Sharp face immediately swept her gaze over the crowd and arrogantly shouted, “What are you blabbering about?

If you’ve got the guts, then pay me fifty thousand on her behalf!”

The onlookers fell silent; fifty thousand wasn’t a small sum, and certainly, no one would just hand out fifty thousand for nothing.

Especially since it felt like giving away money to that despicable sharp face.

After silencing everyone with her words, sharp face smugly looked at the girl and said, “Forget it, you can’t afford to compensate anyway.

Give me all the money you have, and smash your crappy domestic knockoff phone, and I’ll let you off the hook.”

“That’s not acceptable.

I can give you the money, but I can’t smash my phone, it has many important things in it,” the girl refused.

Sharp face snorted contemptuously, “Treating some lousy domestic phone like a treasure, you really are a pauper!”

Driven to desperation, the girl turned to the onlookers for help, “Does anyone have a significant amount of cash on them, could you lend me forty thousand?

I’ll pay you back double when I get to the United States.”

The onlookers began murmuring among themselves, worried that the girl might be in cahoots with sharp face as a scammer, or concerned that the girl might not repay the money later.

Of course, some people simply didn’t care.

Ye Fan checked the time and realized that a lot of time had already been wasted and boarding time was approaching soon.

He gazed intently at the girl, and seeing her clear and sincere eyes, he did not sense any deceit.

So he squeezed through the crowd to approach her and said, “I’ll give you the money.”

After speaking, he took out a bundle of US dollars sealed with a band, casually drew two or three tens of bills, and then handed the remaining stack to the girl.

The girl took the money and thanked him gratefully, “Thank you, sir.

May I ask your surname, and could you please give me your bank account number?”

Ye Fan calmly replied, “No need.

Just give me her so-called rose gold iPhone 6S.”

“Just a moment,” the girl said, then negotiated with the cone-faced man.

Cone-face hadn’t expected to actually swindle fifty thousand yuan and, without any hesitation, exchanged the rose-gold iPhone 6S—which wasn’t really broken—for the money with the girl, hand in hand.

After getting the rose gold iPhone 6S, the girl immediately turned to Ye Fan and said, “Here you go, sir.”

Ye Fan took the phone, tossed it lightly under everyone’s gaze, then, with a flick of his fingers, crushed the rose gold iPhone 6S and tossed it in a nearby trash can.

Ignoring the astonished crowd, Ye Fan silently entered the VIP lounge, rushing to catch his flight.

The girl, dragging her suitcase, called after him, “Sir, sir, you didn’t tell me your bank account number!”

After walking eight or nine meters and seeing that the girl was still persistently chasing him, Ye Fan stopped, glanced at the girl’s pretty face, and said softly, “If you truly want to repay the money, please donate it to a Project Hope school in some remote mountainous area.”

The girl looked up with her pretty, unadorned face, gazed at Ye Fan’s shining, deep eyes for a moment, and then, with a radiant smile, said, “Okay.

After I arrive in the United States, I will definitely donate one hundred thousand yuan to a remote mountainous school in China.”

Ye Fan nodded slightly, then turned and continued on his way.

The girl immediately followed, dragging her heavy suitcase.

“Sir, you haven’t told me your esteemed surname yet,” the girl called.

While walking, Ye Fan said lightly, “Li Ling.”

He figured if he didn’t tell her a name, she would keep asking, so he just mentioned a name.

After all, Li Ling wasn’t his real name.

“Li Ling?

Li Ling…” the girl repeated several times as if afraid of forgetting it.

Ye Fan thought the girl would stop following him, but to his surprise, she was still trailing him with her suitcase.

“Why are you still following me?” Ye Fan asked with a frown.

The girl giggled and said, “Big brother Li, you’re catching the flight to Seattle, right?

It just so happens that I’m also returning to Seattle.

We’re going the same way.

Who knows, we might even end up sitting next to each other on the plane.”

Ye Fan didn’t take it seriously; his ticket was first-class, and this girl was most likely in economy class—how could they possibly end up sitting together.

Busy with catching his flight, Ye Fan didn’t speak.

The girl continued to chase after him with her suitcase, taking the initiative to say, “My name is Huangfu Hanyun, Crysta, grew up in Seattle since I was a child.

When you get to Seattle, I can offer you hospitality and might even be able to help you out with some things.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan felt a flicker of emotion, but then he dismissed the thought.

He was going to the United States to kill someone; there was no need to implicate an innocent and naive girl.