Actually, she had been waiting on this street for two hours, passing by several n, yet she didn’t dare to co out. She didn’t know why, although she couldn’t clearly see the man’s face, the girl felt a special kind of feeling in her heart and suddenly ran out.
If this man refused, she didn’t know if she would have the courage to seek out the next one...
"I’m begging you, I’m actually quite pretty. They all say so, I’m not bragging, I..." the girl hurriedly said.
Ye Qingfeng found it amusing; who praises their own beauty like this? This girl seed a bit like the proverbial woman selling her own items with self-acclaid virtue.
Looking at her shy deanor, one could see her innocence.
"Alright, deal, just twenty thousand." Ye Qingfeng directly said.
Huh, agreed? The girl was startled for a mont, not expecting the man to agree so readily. This was two ten thousand yuan; she wasn’t holding out much hope in her heart.
"But I don’t have the money with , co with to get it." Ye Qingfeng said again.
Get money?
The girl hesitated imdiately. She was an ordinary girl, quite familiar with this street, and in the night, the other party couldn’t clearly see her appearance.
If this man had any bad intentions, luring her sowhere else, as a girl, she would have no way to resist.
After a slight pause, the girl bit her lip and said, "Okay!"
She really needed that twenty thousand yuan, so she decided to take a gamble, especially since this man had a certain aura that made her feel sowhat assured.
"Alright, follow ." Ye Qingfeng led the way.
The girl followed Ye Qingfeng, initially feeling nervous, but when Ye Qingfeng reached a well-lit area with other people around, she felt much more at ease.
At this mont, the girl took a closer look at Ye Qingfeng from behind. The man was tall and slender, judging from his silhouette, he seed to be a young man. Earlier on the street, she couldn’t see Ye Qingfeng’s face.
Ye Qingfeng walked into a construction bank and directly withdrew fifty thousand yuan from an ATM.
Fifty thousand yuan ford a thick stack, and Ye Qingfeng casually placed it in the girl’s arms. For him, twenty thousand or fifty thousand didn’t make a difference... even a hundred thousand was the sa.
The girl was stunned, clearly this was more than fifty thousand yuan. Was he trying to keep her as a mistress? But she really just needed the twenty thousand yuan and wasn’t trying to get into this kind of transaction.
"You’re giving too much," the girl quickly said.
"It’s all yours," Ye Qingfeng said indifferently, then without hesitation, turned and walked away.
The girl was montarily stunned, finally examining Ye Qingfeng. This man was unexpectedly a handso youth.
Selling herself to such a clean-looking young man didn’t feel so bad; it was certainly preferable to being taken by a sleazy old man.
"Okay, thank you. You’re a good man. We can do this a few more tis, and I’ll repay you well."
The girl didn’t reject the offer coyly. Having more money would be better for her father’s illness.
"Don’t misunderstand. This really is my first ti. I’m not in this kind of business, it’s just that my father is seriously ill, and my family really can’t co up with the money, so I had to..."
"I’m not interested in your story, just take the money and leave." Ye Qingfeng finished speaking, imdiately turned away without any hesitation.
The girl was really dumbfounded this ti. How could he just leave? She hurriedly caught up, shouting, "Why are you leaving? We weren’t..."
"I don’t need it. Leave quickly before I change my mind." Ye Qingfeng said calmly.
Ye Qingfeng realized he had beco sowhat kind; he would never have intervened in such matters before.
While it was touching that the girl was selling herself to save her father, Ye Qingfeng’s hard heart would normally remain uninvolved.
"Thank you, you’re a good man."
Just then, the girl stood on tiptoe and gently kissed Ye Qingfeng on the cheek.
A glance revealed that there was a glimr of tears in the girl’s eyes.
A good man?
"I’m not." Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly, didn’t linger, and turned to leave.
If it were before, Ye Qingfeng definitely wouldn’t have gotten involved; it wasn’t about the money, he was just such a distant man.
He indeed had changed sowhat.
The girl quietly watched Ye Qingfeng leave abruptly. Watching the man’s silhouette, she felt it was too peculiar; the way this man talked and acted was truly strange.
What an unusual man.
The girl didn’t linger either; she needed to hurry back with the money. Her father’s dical expenses were finally taken care of.
The girl started running back. Suddenly, she collided with soone after a few steps.
It was that man from before. The girl was taken aback; hadn’t he left in another direction? How could he be here?
Did he regret it?
"Take this," Ye Qingfeng handed her a bottle of Elixir, "If your father’s illness cannot be cured, use this Elixir for him to consu."
East River City.
The large stadium was filled with many spectators. Today was the last day of Korea’s challenge; if no one stepped up, Korea would erge victorious.
From the start to now, Korea rely sent a young man, yet he swept through the entire Martial Arts Association.
Indeed, Korea adopted a taste of their own dicine, sending one person to challenge ten from the Martial Arts Association at once.
This could be considered a trendous provocation and insult, yet the most humiliating part was that the people from the Martial Arts Association lost.
Lost!
If no one could defeat this young Korean today, it would undoubtedly be a trendous sha for Huaxia, and the argunt that Huaxia’s traditional martial arts were re showpieces would beco more powerful.
Knowing Korea’s nature, this matter would be widely publicized, making it incredibly shaful.
The most infuriating aspect was that this young Korean was rather appealing, clean-faced and handso, with bangs adding a bit of soft allure to his looks.
Thus, this Korean challenger even gained a group of female fans in Huaxia, chanting that martial arts transcend national boundaries and defending their interest in a stronger opponent despite being outdone.
This statent made many feel deeply humiliated, yet they had no argunt. This Korean pretty boy was truly skilled, leaving them gritting their teeth in frustration but helpless against him.
Every day, these female fans would show up at the stadium to cheer for the Korean pretty boy, shout, and even ask for autographs.
The Korean pretty boy was remarkably cold and aloof, completely ignoring these female fans, while they didn’t mind; instead, they found him more attractive, passionately choosing to support him.
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