Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 489 I'm willing!

Ye Fan originally disliked this kind of "dog food" behavior of being affectionate in public, being arrogant, and casually commenting on others; he simply found it too ostentatious and an eyesore.

At that moment, their malicious whispers pierced my ears like needles.

His hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, and his eyes instantly turned cold.

Even worse, the boy seemed to think his comments weren't enough, so he turned to Ye Fan and, in a tone that was feigned familiarity but was actually full of frivolity and superiority, raised his voice and said:

"Hey bro! You're such a handsome guy, how did you end up with a girlfriend like that?"

He pointed with his chin in utter rudeness at the ancestral spirits that seemed to be burying their heads in the bowl, his voice filled with undisguised mockery:

"That face... it's such an eyesore! Bringing it out to eat, aren't you worried about ruining other people's appetites?"

After saying that, he even gave a self-deprecating laugh, thinking it was humorous.

A soft "click" sounded.

Xian Zuling dropped the chopsticks from his hand onto the table.

She flinched violently, like a frightened little animal, desperately trying to hide her face in an even lower place. The slight blush that had appeared because of the food vanished instantly, leaving only an embarrassing paleness.

Her slender shoulders trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Ye Fan took a slow, deep breath.

His face darkened visibly, like the oppressive clouds before a storm, his eyes sharp as ice-cold knives, fixed directly on the faces of the oblivious couple.

Damn it! He's got a death wish!

A surge of violent rage rushed to his head. If it weren't for the fact that the ancestral spirit was still nearby, and he was afraid of completely frightening her, and also afraid of ruining the bowl of noodles that he hadn't finished eating, he would have really wanted to grab the scalding hot, oily bowl in front of him and smash it hard on those two disgusting faces!

However, Ye Fan is still Ye Fan.

He forcefully suppressed the urge to attack, and instead, a cold, even slightly amusement-filled smile appeared on his lips.

He put down his chopsticks, leaned forward slightly, and locked his gaze on the boy like a hawk. He spoke in an unusually calm tone that sent chills down the spines of those who heard him: "I have a question for you. It's very simple."

The couple was taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor to a chilling aura. They exchanged a glance instinctively, and the boy, trying to remain calm, asked stiffly, "Wh...what's the problem?"

Ye Fan asked slowly and deliberately, "Do you know Lao Tzu?" (Here, he specifically refers to Lao Tzu, the founder of Taoism)

"Nonsense!" the girl blurted out, trying to regain some ground. "Who doesn't know me!"

"very good."

Ye Fan nodded, his eyes sharpening, his voice deepening as he continued, enunciating each word clearly: "Then do you know why Lao Tzu wrote the Tao Te Ching back then?"

"..."

The question was so abrupt and nonsensical that the couple was completely bewildered. They stared at each other, mouths agape, before finally shaking their heads stammeringly, "N-no... I don't know... What does it have to do with anything?"

"Because—" Ye Fan suddenly raised his voice, his words booming like thunder, carrying undeniable authority and boundless rage, instantly drowning out the noise in the shop and clearly reaching every corner! "I! Am! Willing!"

He stared intently at the two faces that had turned deathly pale in an instant, each word like a sharp icicle piercing through them:

"Got it? I'll say it again, it's none of your business whether I want to or not!"

The final phrase, "I'm willing," carried an overwhelming aura of dominance and a chilling rage, striking the couple's hearts like a heavy hammer!

The two were completely stunned by the sudden and violent aura. Their faces turned pale, and the bespectacled man even subconsciously shrank back, causing the chair to creak.

The entire rice noodle shop seemed to fall silent for a moment, as other diners cast surprised or amused glances at them.

Ye Fan's eyes swept over them coldly, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey, making no attempt to conceal his surging ferocity.

Try farting again and see what happens?

I guarantee I'll let you and your girl taste what it's like to have Xiangxi chili sauce smeared on your faces, and I'll also teach you what real "disgusting" means!

His hand had even unconsciously rested on the heavy, rough earthenware jar on the table, which contained dark red chili sauce.

The couple was so terrified by Ye Fan's dark, murderous face and his menacing demeanor that they dared not utter another word.

The bespectacled man frantically pulled out a few banknotes and threw them on the table, not even bothering to get change. He grabbed his girlfriend, who was equally terrified, and practically tumbled out of the rice noodle shop. Their backs looked disheveled, as if a demon was chasing them.

Only after that repulsive figure disappeared outside the door did Ye Fan slowly and deeply exhale a breath of stale air, loosening his grip on the pottery jar, though the coldness in his eyes had not completely faded.

The tense atmosphere in the store only eased slightly after the disgusting figures fled in a disheveled state.

Ye Fan's anger gradually subsided, but it was replaced by a deeper concern and heartache for those around him.

He turned his head and looked at the ancestral spirit.

She kept her head down, her shoulders slightly hunched, as if trying to shrink herself into an even smaller ball.

Those harsh and vicious words were like cold knives, precisely piercing her most vulnerable and sensitive spot.

That familiar shame and embarrassment, like being stripped naked and displayed in public, pressed down heavily once again.

Ye Fan sighed softly, his voice gentler than ever before, trying to dispel the heavy gloom:

"Alright, it's nothing. These days, there are always some idiots who judge people by their appearance. Don't take their stupid words to heart, it's not worth it."

However, the spirit of the ancestor slowly raised its head, as if it had mustered immense courage.

Her eyes were already red-rimmed, and her long eyelashes were wet with tears, stuck together like butterfly wings dampened by rain.

Those clear eyes, which always held a hint of timidity, were now filled with a stubbornness that mixed with vulnerability, grievance, and near despair. They stared directly at Ye Fan, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly, as she asked the question that had been swirling in her heart, suffocating her: "You...you also think I'm ugly?"

Ye Fan felt as if something had struck his chest hard!

He never expected her to ask so directly, nor did he realize how important the question was to her.

In an instant, countless thoughts swirled in his mind.

Tell her the truth? Tell her I know you're just putting on an act? Tell her I know you're actually stunningly beautiful?

The impulse almost slipped out.

But reason immediately pulled him back—no! This secret was her armor protecting herself and isolating her from the outside world; it was a tacit understanding he had glimpsed in his past life but now had to keep silent about.