He Wanan did not deny that he was a superstitious man.

In fact, his superstition had reached an obsessive level.

But no matter what, his obsession with superstition was always grounded in some form of reasoning.

For instance, when it came to Feng Shui, Feng Shui masters would always provide detailed analyses for him.

Similarly, his prayers to deities stemmed from a belief in their divine protection.

He had never felt there was anything wrong with his past behavior.

But this time...

He felt like he was losing his mind!

All because of the intuition of a young man under thirty, who believed disaster was imminent for his Hongyan Restaurant.

There was nothing else—just intuition. And he believed it. He actually believed it!

If word of this got out, how would people view him, He Wanan? How much of a laughingstock would he become?

Yet, he could not care less about that now.

His mind was consumed with the calm and composed demeanor of Ye Chen.

Even after Ye Chen left Hongyan Restaurant, the words he spoke kept echoing in He Wanan's mind.

By 2:00 PM, the various dignitaries, officials, and businesspeople had already left.

However, all departments in Hongyan Restaurant were still busy, as every dinner table and private room had been fully booked for the evening.

"Chairman, you wanted to see me?"

Outside Hongyan Restaurant, the general manager approached a black Mercedes-Benz van and greeted He Wanan respectfully with a fawning smile.

"Yes," He Wanan massaged his temples, his face betraying some unease.

"Chairman, your instructions?" the general manager asked.

"Announce to the public: Hongyan Restaurant will be closed today," He Wanan said.

"What? Chairman, are you saying we should suspend operations today? But... all the tables and private rooms for tonight have already been booked. What are we supposed to do about those reservations?" The general manager was stunned.

"Inform all customers who have booked tables and rooms that they will receive a 50% discount on their next visit," He Wanan continued. "Also, contact a professional team immediately to conduct a comprehensive safety inspection of the restaurant. Pay particular attention to the gas pipelines, gas transport devices, and gas alarm systems. Make sure everything is thoroughly rechecked."

"Yes, Chairman!"

Although he was still utterly baffled, the general manager dared not ask any further questions and quickly complied.

"Go, contact them immediately!"

After waving the general manager away, He Wanan massaged his temples again.

As the car door closed automatically, he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Ye Chen, huh? Should I hope your intuition is right or wrong?

If you're right, what kind of favor will I owe you, He Wanan?"

At the Porsche Dealership

After leaving Hongyan Restaurant, Ye Chen headed straight to a Porsche dealership.

He didn't inform Zhang Jingshan or Li Changfeng about this to avoid them tagging along. Similarly, he didn't call Zhao Jiwei.

At the dealership, he paid in full for a Porsche Cayenne that was readily available.

Within just an afternoon, thanks to the dealership's internal connections, all necessary formalities were completed swiftly.

Finally, he had the saleswoman drive the car to Lezi Company for him.

For a young, wealthy, and handsome client who arrived in a Mercedes-Benz G-Class and paid in full for a Porsche, the saleswoman had been flirting with him nonstop. On several occasions, she even "accidentally" brushed her curves against his arm.

Unfortunately for her, Ye Chen showed no interest whatsoever.

He knew that if he expressed the slightest interest, this curvy and attractive saleswoman would be his for the night. Yet, he felt no desire at all.

In this lifetime, he wanted to devote all his emotions and love to one person: Chen Yinuo.

From the vast sea of possibilities, he only wanted to choose her—Chen Yinuo.

At the company, Ye Chen didn't stay long.

After handing the car keys to Yinuo, he left again in a hurry.

To pick up the kids, buy groceries, and prepare dinner—continuing his role as a family man.

Evening

As Ye Chen and his family enjoyed a warm and harmonious post-dinner moment, the city outside was ablaze with lights.

In Shanshuijian Community, Ye Chen was sitting at the piano, patiently teaching Ye Youyou to play.

Watching this scene, Chen Yinuo was momentarily dazed.

She remembered that Ye Chen had practiced in the university piano room before, but his skills had been amateur at best.

Yet now, he was flawlessly performing pieces like Wedding in the Dream.

Not just Wedding in the Dream, but also Castle in the Sky and Canon.

All played with astonishing skill and ease.

When had he mastered this?

In the end, she decided not to overthink it.

She let herself get lost in the music and in Ye Chen's focused expression as he guided Youyou.

Gradually, a silly smile spread across her face—a smile of happiness and infatuation.

Meanwhile, at the He Family Villa

Inside the luxurious villa, He Changan, chairman of Wan'an Group, leapt to his feet from the redwood sofa.

"What?! What did you just say?"

His reaction was so intense that cold sweat began streaming down He Wanan's forehead.

"Chairman, the kitchen's gas pipeline was found to have a leak. Although the leak wasn't severe, the inspectors said it was fortunate we conducted a timely check. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. While the current leakage was minor and not easily detectable, once the kitchen entered full operation, the gas could have accumulated to a point where it triggered an explosion. Not just the kitchen—the entire Hongyan Restaurant would have been at risk!"

"Moreover, the gas alarm system was found to be malfunctioning. We don't even know when it broke down. During the inspection, it completely failed. In other words, if we hadn't suspended operations for this inspection, the explosion and ensuing fire would have been inevitable!"

The trembling general manager repeated his earlier report, nearly collapsing from exhaustion as he finished.

If a catastrophic explosion and fire had indeed occurred during peak dining hours...

How many lives would have been lost?

Including his own—could anyone have survived?

Back in the villa, He Wanan was frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

After the general manager's report, his back was drenched in sweat.

While the general manager worried about survival, He Wanan was consumed by thoughts of the aftermath:

If such a disaster had occurred, how could he, He Wanan, face it? How would Wan'an Group recover from such a blow?

"Why did this happen? What were our maintenance staff doing?

And—was there any foul play involved? Investigate this thoroughly and report back immediately!"

"Also, announce to the public that Hongyan Restaurant will remain closed tomorrow and the day after. Conduct a full inspection of every potential issue!"

Still shaken, He Wanan ended the call and shakily dialed Ye Chen's number.