"Brother Ye, do you really think Blue Ocean Distilleries is going to have problems?"

In the fiery red Porsche Panamera.

Ye Chen sat in the backseat with Ye Youyou.

Zhang Jingshan, in the driver's seat, glanced at the rearview mirror. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he asked.

"My gut tells me they will," Ye Chen said matter-of-factly.

Those words—"my gut"—once again nearly drove Zhang Jingshan insane.

Gut feeling? Seriously? Can something like this even be predicted with intuition?

Still, he knew better than to probe further into Ye Chen's enigmatic ways. Even if he pressed for answers, it would be like breaking a pot only to find nothing inside.

Initially, he thought Ye Chen might have some mystical ability to divine or predict events. Even though the idea of divination itself was far-fetched.

But as time went on, he dismissed that thought. After all, no amount of divination could predict whether there would be jade inside a stone.

Yet the more he dismissed it, the more curious he became about Ye Chen. The mysterious aura surrounding Ye Chen grew increasingly intense.

And with it, Zhang Jingshan's respect and unwavering loyalty to Ye Chen deepened, inexplicably and unshakably.

"Brother Ye, if I don't terminate the contract and fulfill it to the end, what will happen then?" Zhang Jingshan switched to another question.

"In that case, your Yunshan Network Company will definitely go under," Ye Chen replied after a brief pause.

Whoosh—

At those words, cold sweat uncontrollably broke out on Zhang Jingshan's back.

"It shouldn't be long now. Just wait and see," Ye Chen added.

Although he could expose the issue and prevent the public from buying Blue Ocean Distilleries' products to avoid fatal incidents, he didn't have any concrete evidence to back up his claims. Even if he spoke out, would anyone believe him?

After all, he only learned about the Blue Ocean Distilleries scandal in his previous life from the news after the incident.

Without proof to convince others, no one would believe him. On the contrary, he might even face lawsuits from Blue Ocean Distilleries.

So, he couldn't play the saint.

More importantly, his rebirth was like becoming a butterfly flapping its wings in the Pacific Ocean, potentially triggering countless storms. Before he could fully establish himself, he couldn't afford to act selflessly. He had to be a little selfish.

Perhaps one day, he could bring blessings to the world and help countless suffering people. But that day was not today.

"Brother Ye, if this prediction comes true again, I'll burn incense to honor you on the first and fifteenth of every month!" Zhang Jingshan joked with a smile, unaware of Ye Chen's mixed emotions and drifting thoughts.

"Honor me on an altar? With three offerings, three cups of wine, and three kneelings and nine kowtows?" Ye Chen rolled his eyes.

"Ahem, Brother Ye, just kidding, just kidding!" Zhang Jingshan chuckled awkwardly.

At this moment, Ye Youyou, sitting in the backseat, suddenly spoke up. "Daddy, when will our family get a car like Uncle Zhang's?"

Although the little girl never envied her schoolmates who had cars at home, it didn't mean she didn't wish for one.

This car was so much better than Mommy's little electric scooter!

And Uncle Zhang's car was even prettier than the ones she'd sat in before.

"Uncle can give you one!" Zhang Jingshan quickly chimed in, without a second thought.

"No, I want Daddy to buy it!" Ye Youyou shook her head earnestly.

"Alright, in a few days, Daddy will take you and Mommy to buy one," Ye Chen responded with a smile.

He had already planned to buy a car, but his funds were still tied up in the stock market. He decided to wait until the profits from shorting Sihai Group came through.

"Really, Daddy? We're really getting a car?" Ye Youyou's eyes widened in surprise.

But then her lips pouted. "Daddy, maybe we shouldn't. Let's wait until I grow up. Mommy said we don't have money right now. If we buy a car, there won't be money for rent, school, or food. Then I'll have no place to live, no school to attend, and nothing to eat. No, don't buy it!"

Ye Chen's smile faltered as an indescribable pang of sorrow hit him.

Followed by a gut-wrenching sense of failure.

He knew Chen Yinuo had put it delicately. Their family had already been on the brink—struggling to pay tuition, rent, and even for food.

Buying a car was an unattainable and unrealistic dream.

Yinuo's words were just a way to ease the child's understanding.

Thinking of his wasted years, devoid of responsibility as a husband and father, Ye Chen felt like slapping himself.

If only he had been more diligent and less addicted to gambling, would their family have fallen into such hardship? Would a little child have to worry about school, housing, and food?

"Brother Ye, I happen to know someone who owns a car dealership. How about I get you a top-spec Panamera? It's not that expensive," Zhang Jingshan offered, his voice tinged with emotion. Hearing Ye Youyou's words also made him feel a bit choked up.

"I'm not short on cash," Ye Chen shook his head with a smile, declining the offer.

"Besides, there's a car show at the exhibition center in a few days. I'll go take a look then."

He turned to comfort Ye Youyou. "Sweetheart, Mommy was talking about the past. Back then, we had to save for your schooling, so we couldn't buy one. But now, we've saved enough money! After buying the car, we'll still have money for your education—and even a new house!"

"Really, Daddy? We're getting a car and a new house?" The little girl's face lit up with joy, her doubts swept away by her father's reassurances.

"Of course! Just give it a few days," Ye Chen said, patting her head with a smile.

"Yay, yay! Daddy, once we get the car, you have to take me to so many places!"

In the driver's seat, Zhang Jingshan watched the interaction between Ye Chen and Ye Youyou, hearing their heartfelt laughter.

Suddenly, he felt a desire to start a family of his own.

Maybe have a daughter as adorable as Ye Youyou.

No, wait—a son might be better. He could even pair him up with Ye Chen's daughter someday.

If only Ye Chen didn't know what Zhang Jingshan was thinking. Otherwise, he might have smacked him right then and there.

Ye Youyou was already four or five years old, and this guy dared to entertain such shameless thoughts?