The Nicks of Intertwined Fates Chapter 89: A Tasteless Rich Life (2)
A thousand-foot villa facing the sea.
This is a wealthy area in Jingjiang, with 24-hour security guards with guns at the entrance, and the interior is full of flowers, like a small park that is exquisitely groomed.
Nearby is picturesque, with the villa perched on a cliff with only a marble walkway leading outside, and floor-to-ceiling windows offer unobstructed views of the blue waters outside.
The seasons are like spring, and the sea is filled with long sails or private yachts.
People here are partying every day. As the owner of the mountaintop, the number of invitations has already been scheduled for three months.
Ye Suqin doesn't like these trivial things very much, and he doesn't like those boring things like the rich second generation getting together to talk about business, women, and so on. He had the butler refuse some of the invitations. Of course, some of my father's business partners offer invitations that are sometimes difficult to turn down.
Father was busy.
Since the last time we met, it has been a rare meeting, and he always likes to arrange family dinners and then invite some famous chefs from Europe to cook delicious food. Sometimes the mother would attend, not much, and most of the time, the father didn't like to invite her as an ex-wife. He only has his son in his eyes.
Sometimes I am a little confused, the man who wears cheap casual clothes and is always dusty, and the well-dressed and elegant man in front of him, always feel so strange that it is impossible to mix them into the same person.
Ye Suqin sat up with his forehead covered, and the velvet quilt slipped off his shoulders, exposing his sturdy and well-proportioned muscles. When he came back, the scars left by the bare knife wounds and gunshot wounds on his body disappeared without a trace, so the skin looked a little feminine and toned, and there was a little less fierce atmosphere.
He had drunk a lot more and more last night, and he found himself more and more obsessed with alcohol, partly out of boredom and partly out of carnal demands. Alcohol is rich in a lot of energy, which is a rare nutrient for the nanocells in the body, and after "warming up" last night, I went to the bar for a drink.
As the velvet quilt slid down, there was also a ketone.
It's a blonde chick who looks wild enough. There are still traces of last night's charm, shorts, coats, and bras that have been discarded haphazardly in the wide room.
Everyone drank a lot last night, and the girl slept soundly.
Ye Suqin tapped his forehead hard, and the sequelae of the hangover were revealed, making his head dizzy. Nanomachines can filter out most of the harmful substances, but as long as you drink enough, nanometers can't help.
He put on his pants, went to the floor-to-ceiling window, shook the curtain open, and the golden sunlight poured in.
The girl grunted dissatisfiedly, rolled over the quilt over her head, and continued to sleep.
He stared out with his bare chest and feet apart, and after a long time, he turned back and pulled out an envelope from the drawer, which contained a thick stack of money, which he placed on the girl's bedside table.
It seems that this is not the first time that such an encounter has occurred, so Ye Suqin is familiar with it.
As he left the room, the butler came over. Originally, there were two female Filipino maids, Ye Suqin was not very used to it, and later the housekeeper came to serve in person.
For the butler, this new little master is still a little unable to adapt to the life circle of the nobles, but it is not in the way, he is a good boy, and he works hard enough and is good enough.
"When she wakes up, let her leave, you can arrange it," Ye Suqin walked on the corridor without looking back, suddenly paused, leaned on the railing, and leaned down.
It's strange that the old man didn't leave early in the morning today.
On the small dining table in the living room downstairs, Ye Yanyan was holding a copy of The Times and reading it with relish.
On a delicate small square table is a ceramic tray and a small silver spoon.
This morning's breakfast was salmon rolls and fried Bolton air-dried pork.
"Dad." Ye Suqin walked over, pulled out the chair of Lihuamu and sat down, and the maid handed over a breakfast very brightly.
"No, no coffee, I'd like to have some aperitif." Ye Suqin fiddled with knives and forks, he actually likes Chinese-style chopsticks, of course, if he can ignore etiquette, it would be good to catch it with his bare hands, but his father would probably not let him do such an outrageous thing that would damage the image of a gentleman.
After coming to this family, everyone seemed to be fighting and committed to cultivating them into a qualified aristocratic gentleman, of course, Ye Suqin himself did not have the slightest such awareness.
A sterling silver fork neatly pierces the salmon roll and then stuffs it whole inside the mouth.
"Eat slowly," the housekeeper frowned, quite displeased, when eating this kind of food, he should first cut it into three pieces with a knife and fork, and then eat it in small bites, but seeing the young master's attitude of starving ghost reincarnation, these words swallowed into his throat. Anyway, the old man, who has always been strict and demanding, looked at him dotingly, what else could he say.
"Is gin okay? Or do you want to order something else? The intern maid, who was only twenty years old, timidly came over with a tray and asked in a low voice.
Ye Suqin picked up the wine and drank it all, then waved his hand and motioned for the other party to go down.
"It's Thursday or Friday," Ye Yanyan put down the newspaper and took a sip of coffee. "The day of the college entrance examination."
"Tomorrow's college entrance examination, the school has sent a notice, the examination room has been allocated, tomorrow at eight o'clock in the morning, just let Uncle Hang take me." Ye Suqin didn't raise his head, and continued to solve the breakfast in front of him.
"How's the preparation? Have faith? Do you need daddy to use the relationship? Ye Yanyan put down the newspaper and started chatting.
"No, I can do it myself, I'm sure."
The old father nodded with satisfaction, "Which school are you going to apply for?" β
"Jingjiang University, Department of Physics."
Ye Yanyan smiled dumbly, "Well, it's good, it's good." It's a pity that the score line is a bit high, and Dad's next focus is in Europe, don't you really think about Oxford? β
"If you want to go through the back door, for Dad, you can do it at any time, but I want to rely on my own skills. And Jingjiang is just a ladder, next, I will be admitted to Oxford with my own strength, instead of going through the back door. Ye Suqin's eyes were as firm as iron.
"Dad seems to have gone into a misunderstanding. I haven't been around for so many years, and I always thought that you didn't have an elite education, and that's probably it, I've seen too many examples, and there are some second generations who have been poor and rich for a long time. I like your unyielding eyes, like me, worthy of being my son, with eyes like knives, revealing aggression and unyieldingness. Dad wants to apologize to you, you're not one of those fools who do nothing, you're my son, I'm sure of that. β
"I never believed that I would give birth to a soft egg, and you, now with practical actions, are telling me that I am suddenly looking forward to your performance in the college entrance examination."
"Jingjiang University, the physics department is a good subject, and my father came out of here back then. It feels like it's about to become a tradition of our old Ye family, if you can get in this exam. The faculty resources are also good, and they are also on the list in the world, although they are not as good as those old top schools, but they are not much worse. β
"You want to take the road of physics, my father is in favor of raising his hands, although our family was born to make medical equipment, but I am optimistic about you. Although I still prefer you to study politics, my father respects your choice. β
"Politics?" Ye Suqin was a little dumbfounded, and stuck out his tongue: "It's not bad." β
Ye Yanyan spread his hands freely, "It's okay if you don't read it, and it's just plating qualifications, which is not very useful." Sooner or later, you have to sit in my position, the world is sophisticated, in fact, you can't learn from books, and in the end you have to teach slowly step by step, this is not in a hurry, you are still young. Of course, many people go to the Department of Political Science to make connections, after all, most of the students come out, either in politics or business, and network resources are also a person's communication confidence, which can be of great help in many cases. β
"It's still early, let's not talk about these official articles. Asasa, when the college entrance examination is over, Dad will take you to Portofino in Italy for a vacation, and our family of three will go, well, bring your grandma, have a good time, boy, you should go out and explore the scenery of the world. Portofino is the first stop, and the next one hasn't been thought about yet, how about Marseille? β
The father and son chatted for a while, and Ye Yanyan raised his hand to look at the time, "I'm sorry, there is an internal meeting in the morning, I'll go first." After eating, go out for a walk, and then read a book for a while, review it, a good memory is better than a bad pen, and the college entrance examination will be tomorrow. β
Ye Suqin stood up and watched his father leave, there were several cars in the garage, and the driver drove a low-key business car to pick up the boss and drive towards the city.
Nothing to do all morning.
Ye Suqin pulled a book on the bookshelf and sat in a rocking chair under the wild vines, quiet time flowing quietly. There was a small episode in the meantime, the foreign girl who woke up was reluctant to leave, and was persuaded to leave by the housekeeper, he spoke a pure London accent, but found that this foreign girl didn't speak English, and her Malay vernacular turned out to be a mixed race.
She is a little greedy for the luxurious life here, she doesn't like to leave very much, she tries her best to mess around, through the glass, and frantically sends flying kisses to Ye Suqin who is sitting under the grape trellis, shouting something in her mouth.
Then he was forcibly invited out by the bodyguards in suits and leather shoes outside.
Affected by the vignette, Ye Suqin couldn't read the book a little, he folded the book and threw it on the terrazzo coffee table, stood up, and stretched lazily.
"Go out, don't send bodyguards to follow, just walk around." Ye Suqin returned to the cloakroom and changed into casual clothes, he has a lot of clothes, it should be said that this house was originally equipped with various models and styles of clothes all year round, but Ye Suqin doesn't like to wear them very much, he is not a sophisticated person, different from his father.
Rao is so, there is no cheap one in this house, a Versace top, Dior pants, Gucci shoes, and by the way, a Hermès cap. This is already the most low-key packaging.
The old butler stood behind him, and from time to time he brought a set of clothes and gestured, and when he heard this, he nodded.
Ye Suqin has become less and less fond of going to familiar places such as schools, mainly because no matter where he goes, he is accompanied by two bodyguards.
When you have money, you will have more troubles, and some people will come over and be annoyed.
So after less than half a month of class, Ye Suqin was automatically "persuaded to quit", anyway, the school didn't care about him, what do you like, three days of drying nets and two days of fishing is the norm, after a period of twists and turns, the topic of him has gradually stopped.
In Lanshu Middle School, legend is not an adjective, Ye Suqin is a legend in his own right. The degree of plot twists and turns is comparable to that of a Hollywood blockbuster.
In the garage, next to a dozen million-level luxury cars, the Porsche Macan is sleeping quietly. This is his new "little toy". The family's car is too high-grade, not to mention conspicuous when driving, and it is easy to cause unnecessary "trouble". Ye Suqin doesn't have any special hobbies for cars, it's just a means of transportation, and the Lexus that the maid at home drives to buy vegetables is very good. It's just that the biggest obstacle is not the father, but the housekeeper, in this family he has full authority, the car of more than 200,000 yuan is not quite in line with the original positioning of this family, both sides took a step back, Ye Suqin chose this Porsche Macan, the top version.
Ye Suqin sat in the driver's seat, pulled down the visor, and stared at his face in the makeup mirror. A well-defined face, a broad forehead, a straight nose, powerful eyebrows, and warm dark eyes. The hair was a little messy, sloppy, and the slit was messy, and the strands of hair were scattered, ruining this resolute face, and it looked a little decadent that didn't wake up.
I casually took out a 120mL bottle of gel water from the glove box and sprayed it, and casually gathered my hair with my hands, looking less listless.
He put on his black sunglasses and unscrewed the key.
The 3.6L V6 twin-turbo engine roars high. Torrential power was evenly distributed to all four wheels, and the wide tires clawed at the ground like the curled claws of a beast before it pounced.
The roller shutters rose slowly, and the sun shone on the windshield like a waterfall.