Since there was a black-and-white written agreement, it left no room for the Golden Scale Residence side to renege on their promise.

Soon, the transfer process for the deposit-based purchase agreement was completed.

The wealthy lady who dealt with Ye Chen was straightforward, much more decisive than her husband.

After the transfer was complete, without waiting for Ye Chen to speak, she voluntarily suggested going to the bank to transfer the money to him.

Four million yuan was transferred to Ye Chen without any sign of reluctance or pain.

"Mr. Ye, shall I accompany you to the Zijing Kindergarten next?"

Outside the ICBC bank.

Next to a Range Rover, Zhang Jingshan approached Ye Chen as he walked out of the bank.

"The two houses at Golden Scale Residence haven't been finalized yet. After hearing you were heading to the bank with the wealthy lady, Li Changfeng and I decided to follow you in the Range Rover."

"No need, just take me back to Golden Scale Residence. I'll go to the kindergarten later with Director Zhou," Ye Chen replied.

"Alright, as you wish!"

Returning to the sales office of Golden Scale Residence.

Zhang Jingshan and Li Changfeng went in to finalize the purchase of the two houses for which the deposits had been paid.

Although reselling the deposit-based agreements would have brought a good profit, the thought of finding buyers and demanding a transfer fee of two million yuan for a deposit of only 100,000 yuan was too much for their pride.

Outside the crowded sunshade area.

Ye Chen dialed Zhou Xiaolan's number.

"Director Zhou? This is Ye Chen. I'm at the place where we last met. Are you available to return to the kindergarten with me now?"

"Sure, just wait for a moment. I'll be right out!"

In less than two minutes, the poised and intellectual Zhou Xiaolan walked out.

"Mr. Ye, are you riding with me, or driving yourself?" Zhou Xiaolan asked.

"I haven't bought a car yet," Ye Chen replied frankly, without a hint of embarrassment.

Zhou Xiaolan was slightly taken aback.

She couldn't figure him out at all.

He could afford to buy a house, yet he didn't even have a car?

Moreover, the mother of Yoyo, who claimed she couldn't afford tuition fees, always dropped off Yoyo on a little electric scooter.

What on earth was the financial situation of this family?

But she didn't dwell on it.

Nodding, she drove her small Honda Fit to take Ye Chen back to Zijing Kindergarten.

The tuition fee for a semester was 12,000 yuan, which was quite expensive for a kindergarten.

Paying for the remaining half semester would be 6,000 yuan.

However, since Yoyo hadn't attended for over a month, the school decided to offer a partial waiver.

But Ye Chen declined—he wasn't bothered by the amount.

He not only paid the remaining 6,000 yuan but also prepaid for the next semester, a total of 18,000 yuan.

"Once you have a child, you must take responsibility. No matter how big the conflicts are between you and your spouse, don't treat the child's education and growth as a joke!" Zhou Xiaolan advised as she saw Ye Chen out of the kindergarten.

Throughout the process, Ye Chen seemed like a completely different person from the impression she had before.

It was as if the drunkard who caused a scene at the children's performance last year on June 1st had become someone entirely new.

"Perhaps he had been drunk and still under the influence of alcohol after arguing with Yoyo's mom back then," Zhou Xiaolan thought, excusing Ye Chen's past behavior.

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right, Director Zhou! I'll definitely reflect on myself later!" Ye Chen said with an awkward laugh.

"Good. Well then, I won't see you off. Take care, Mr. Ye!" Zhou Xiaolan replied.

"Ah, sure. Also, please inform Yoyo's mother later to send her back to school!" Ye Chen added.

"No problem, I'll call her in a bit!"

Waving goodbye to Zhou Xiaolan, Ye Chen walked to the roadside.

As he was about to hail a taxi, his phone rang.

"College boy, have you struck it rich?" came a rough, familiar voice.

"Hm?"

Hearing the voice, Ye Chen raised his eyebrows.

"Don't play dumb with me. My men saw you buying houses at Golden Scale Residence. Hah! The housing prices there skyrocketed several times overnight. Even the cheapest units now start at over 30,000 yuan per square meter. You're buying houses there? Clearly, you've got deep pockets. So, are you planning to repay your debt before buying those houses?"

The voice belonged to Biao, who had given Ye Chen a week's grace period after being held at glasspoint during a previous collection visit.

"What's the rush? Didn't we agree on a week? Isn't tomorrow the deadline? Besides, I'm already preparing to bring you the money," Ye Chen replied.

"Now, that's what I call straightforward! Hahaha! You know the rules—bring cash!" Biao laughed.

"Fine."

"You know the location? Should I send you the address?"

"No need. It's Andar Financial, right? I know the place."

"Great. Be quick. I'll be waiting with tea for your esteemed arrival, college boy!"

Hanging up the call, Ye Chen took a deep breath, his eyes glinting coldly.

He would repay the money—all of it, including the interest.

But he wouldn't let the loan shark gang off the hook.

Debts should indeed be repaid; that was only fair.

In his previous life, he would have accepted his fate without complaint if they had killed him for failing to pay.

But they shouldn't have threatened Chen Yinuo.

Even though his rebirth had prevented the tragedy, this grudge must still be settled.

Back at the Golden Scale Residence sales office.

After Zhang Jingshan had completed the full payment for the two houses, he and Li Changfeng returned to the Range Rover.

"Old Zhang, do you think Ye Chen could be a big shot?"

As Zhang Jingshan started the car, Li Changfeng suddenly asked.

"A big shot? Why do you say that?" Zhang Jingshan was puzzled.

"He didn't want to owe us a favor, even if it meant earning less. Also, he calmly demanded two million for a 100,000 yuan deposit. Does that sound like a desperate gambler? And when that middle-aged man accused him of being greedy, he remained unperturbed and completely dominated the atmosphere. Remember, that man had assets worth at least tens of millions, yet Ye Chen, supposedly a worthless gambler, intimidated him. How does that add up?" Li Changfeng explained.

Scratching his head, Zhang Jingshan replied, "I've also been curious. From what I've heard, he really was a bottomless gambler and drunkard before, a total pushover. But from my recent interactions with him, none of those traits seem to fit him anymore. It's baffling!"

After a moment's pause, Li Changfeng shook his head. "His past doesn't matter anymore. What's important is the present and the future. He predicted you'd encounter a romantic disaster, foresaw my car trouble, and was confident about the overnight surge in Golden Scale Residence's prices. Add to that his charisma at the restaurant and his dominance over that wealthy man earlier—it's clear he's no ordinary person. We need to focus on building a deeper connection with him."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingshan pressed harder on the gas pedal.

After pondering for a while, he said, "Didn't he attribute it all to intuition? Let's test if his intuition is really that accurate!"

"How?" Li Changfeng asked, intrigued.

"You'll find out soon enough!" Zhang Jingshan replied with a mysterious smile.