Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 380 The Simp Artist.

"Ahem!"

Ye Fan cleared his throat, unable to bear it any longer: "Young Master Wang, how about... we give up? It really looks like there's no chance! You sent such a long message, and all he replied with was 'get lost.' He's clearly unresponsive, so there's no point in chatting, right?"

He tried to bring this "national husband" back to reality.

Fang Yu, on the other side, didn't even lift his eyelids the whole time. He was playing dice with the beautiful woman next to him with great interest, laughing so hard that his eyes disappeared from his grin.

Ye Fan caught a glimpse of his calm, "I knew it" expression and instantly understood.

Fang Yu was probably already used to Wang Congcong's "sycophantic skills"!

"Old Ye, you don't understand!"

Wang Congcong suddenly raised her head, her eyes shining brightly, her tone resolute: "Quite the opposite! The more she refuses, the more 'cold' she is, the more it proves her uniqueness! Look, she doesn't want my money at all! She's not superficial at all! Even her refusal is so 'righteous and righteous'!"

He seemed to be deciphering the code of some priceless treasure: "This is a woman with a soul and depth! Being with a woman like this is meaningful! What's the point of spending all day with those who only know how to flatter and have only pretty faces!"

Ye Fan opened his mouth, but couldn't find any words to refute it.

This logical loop is absolutely flawless!

Looking at Ye Fan's "confused" expression, Wang Congcong spoke earnestly in a tone of someone who had been through it all:

"You're still too young, just released from your family, and haven't experienced many women. You can't understand yet, really, not every woman is the same! Some women, no matter how beautiful, it's useless if their souls are empty! You'll understand when you've experienced more; a beautiful appearance is a dime a dozen, but an interesting soul is what truly resonates!"

His voice was firm and resonant, as if he were proclaiming a universal truth.

Ye Fan internally ranted, "Good looks are all different, but interesting souls... I could buy a ton of them with money!"

But he was too embarrassed to say it.

Qin Kun, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He put his arm around his female companion, scoffed, and interjected, "Love? Isn't love just that? You're after my money, I'm after your looks, each gets what they want, simple and happy! Old Ye, don't pay him any mind. Old Wang is just crazy! He clearly has a winning hand, but he insists on playing the devoted simp! What good can come of that? He's just asking for trouble!"

Qin Kun's words were full of pragmatist disdain.

"Simp?"

Wang Congcong, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately bristled and retorted, "Being nice to a girl, being affectionate towards her, is that called licking her boots? That's called genuine affection! It's sincerity!"

He paused, a sly, smug smile suddenly spreading across his face. His voice lowered, carrying a boastful air of sharing a "secret": "Besides, being nice to only one girl might be called 'fawning.' But caring for and greeting many girls at the same time—that's not 'fawning'! That's 'deep affection,' that's universal love! That's spreading your affections evenly! Do you understand?"

"Pfft—!" Ye Fan almost spat out the mouthful of wine he had just taken a sip of!

He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, his shoulders shaking violently.

What the hell is this "deep affection"? What the hell is this "equal distribution of favors"?

That's it!

Ye Fan instantly understood!

Wang Congcong, that guy, is hardly a pure-hearted simp.

He was simply enjoying the process of "casting a wide net" and "playing the part of being affectionate"!

This is a unique kind of "role-playing" fun!

This brain circuit is truly amazing!

Ye Fan suddenly remembered the melon he had eaten before his rebirth.

The girl who refused and exposed the chat logs apparently later signed with Wang Congcong's entertainment company...

Good guy!

It's possible that this whole thing was a "deeply affectionate" marketing stunt orchestrated by Mr. Wang himself!

He's playing with something really new!

Wang Congcong glanced at Qin Kun with disdain, as if looking at a vulgar person who didn't understand art: "Hmph! How could a vulgar person like you, who only knows how to throw money around, understand my pursuit of a noble, flawless, pure, and sincere love? I want to move the other person with my whole heart! You're too superficial, Lao Qin!"

He righteously and sternly condemned Qin Kun's "gold-digger" behavior.

Then, with practiced ease, he switched to the current chat window, swiped his finger lightly across the WeChat list, and precisely tapped the profile picture of another girl who was pinned to the top.

Start editing the next message full of "genuine feelings": "Honey, what are you doing? Are you asleep? I just finished a social event, and I suddenly miss you so much..."

Looking at Wang Congcong's delighted expression, Ye Fan shook his head helplessly, only one thought remaining in his mind:

"It's hopeless, this 'disease' is already in its late stage!"

Who would have thought that Wang Dashao, who is known as the "Nation's Husband," is actually a seasoned, multi-faceted, and tireless "simp artist" in private?

If the paparazzi were to capture and leak these chat logs, it would probably shock netizens across the country and cause a huge stir on trending topics!

Inside the private room, Wang Congcong's "deeply affectionate" performance, Ye Fan's speechless sob, Fang Yu's indifference, Qin Kun's disdain, and the beauties' half-understanding giggles created an incredibly absurd yet vivid panorama of life.

Ye Fan gave up on the idea of ​​"saving" Wang Congcong, as this "national husband" was clearly having a great time in his own "romantic universe".

He withdrew his gaze and refocused his attention on the two exotic beauties beside him.

With a soft, warm body nestled beside her, Irina carried a cool, delicate fragrance, while Valentina radiated sunshine-like warmth. The contrasting touches and scents intertwined to create a strange allure.

Inside the private room, the atmosphere had reached its peak.

Fang Yu was playing dice with two gentle Chinese women on either side of him, the crisp sound of the dice hitting each other accompanied by their laughter.

Qin Kun completely let loose, embracing women on both sides, acting like an emperor, enjoying the gentle words and attentive service of the women around him, laughing heartily.

Qin Fei, Wang Zhui, and Lin Feng appeared much more reserved, but they each played simple rock-paper-scissors or other games with their female companions, their faces showing excitement and nervousness akin to tasting forbidden fruit for the first time.

Wang Congcong seems to have temporarily withdrawn from his "deeply affectionate creative work," probably feeling that his "sycophantic career" needs a balance between work and rest. He started playing drinking games with the aloof European and American girls and the sweet Asian girls around him, resuming the social behavior expected of a rich second-generation.

The noise, coquettish complaints, clinking glasses, and teasing... all blended into a vibrant torrent, drowning out the original elegance of "Yanyu Pavilion".

Time flew by amidst the extravagance and debauchery, and before we knew it, it was already past one in the morning.

Having had their fun, they wanted to go home.

Qin Kun was the first to stand up, his movements as practiced as if he were going home. With a large arm, he easily lifted a petite girl in his arms, eliciting a soft cry from her.