Chapter 3

"Spain's counterattack, Navas is very fast, drawing four defenders to him."

"The Dutch team quickly regrouped, but the ball is still firmly controlled by the Spanish team."

"Iniesta passed the ball to David Silva, and Torres moved to the left wing."

On the TV screen, the World Cup final was nearing its end, with the time already at 115 minutes and 45 seconds. The CCTV commentator continued to calmly narrate the game.

In the VIP box, Yang Huan watched the TV screen with a blank expression, still holding Zhang Ning's hand. It was clear that her soft hand was trembling intensely. She was now in the same boat as Yang Huan, and her anxiety was palpable.

Liu Mingwei clasped his hands together, supporting his chin, and stared at the TV screen without blinking, unwilling to miss a single second.

He had never been as nervous as he was now, and he had never bet so much in one night.

When Yang Huan proposed such harsh conditions, his first reaction was that this foolish rich second generation was offering money on a silver platter, as such harsh conditions were almost impossible to meet, unless his luck was outrageously good.

However, with the red card given to Heitinga, he started to feel nervous and a sense of pressure.

Looking at the time on the TV screen, he silently prayed in his heart, hoping that Spain would make a passing mistake, allowing the Dutch to take possession. If they could just hold on for another minute, Yang Huan would lose, and he would win over ten million.

But the game did not go as he wished.

David Silva received the ball and passed it forward to find Navas, but it hit the leg of a Dutch midfielder.

"Good..." Liu Mingwei blurted out.

But Navas ran back a few steps, regained control of the ball, and passed it to the left wing to Torres.

"Torres has the ball on the left wing, and he's chipping it into the penalty area with his right foot..."

The Dutch defender intercepted the ball, and the Spanish player at the front of the penalty area chased back, regaining control of the ball before the defender.

"Fabregas... diagonal pass..."

"The ball is in, at the back post!"

As the CCTV commentator's voice rose in excitement on the TV screen, Yang Huan, already excited, pulled Zhang Ning's hand and stood up.

Liu Mingwei, who had also stood up at some point, stared at the TV screen with a dazed look.

"Iniesta, a great opportunity, shoot again!"

"The ball is in!!!"

When the words "The ball is in!" echoed from the TV, Yang Huan let out a roar, turned around, and tightly embraced Zhang Ning, holding her very, very tightly.

Zhang Ning was extremely excited; she never thought Yang Huan would win the bet!

It really was Fabregas' assist, at that exact time, and it really was Iniesta's right-footed goal!

At that moment, she felt as if she were in a dream. Even though she was tightly embraced by a man she had only known for a few hours, she did not have the slightest thought of resistance.

When she finally reacted, Yang Huan had already cupped her face with both hands and kissed her lips forcefully.

With a soft moan, Zhang Ning had not yet reacted when, under Liu Mingwei's stunned and desperate gaze, Yang Huan took her precious first kiss.

When she finally came to her senses, tears streamed down her cheeks, but she did not dare to resist.

She had come to this place and was prepared for the worst.

Yang Huan was very excited and kissed her very forcefully, his tongue violently entering her mouth, until he was almost out of breath. Then he stopped, satisfied.

"From 115 to 116 minutes, Fabregas assisted, Iniesta scored with his right foot, 1-0!"

Yang Huan looked at Liu Mingwei, whose face was ashen, and laughed. He had never been so crazy and excited in his life. Even if he were asked to strip naked and run outside, he would be willing.

It was too exhilarating! Too crazy!

"How could this happen? How is this possible? It can't be like this!"

Liu Mingwei slumped onto the leather sofa, his eyes lifeless as he stared at the TV screen. He watched the slow-motion replay over and over, and it was indeed a right-footed shot, no mistake.

In other words, Yang Huan had guessed correctly!

"No, it's not over, it's not over!" Liu Mingwei stood up again, looking almost mad.

"As long as the Dutch or Spanish score again, you won't win!"

This was his only hope. If another goal was scored, Yang Huan would lose.

At that moment, the Dutch players were chasing the referee, Webb, arguing that Iniesta was offside when he scored, which brought Liu Mingwei back to his senses, reigniting his hope. If the goal was disallowed, Yang Huan would lose.

But Webb clearly ignored them and ruled the goal valid.

Yang Huan, now completely relaxed, laughed at Liu Mingwei, "Don't worry, Mr. Liu, even the heavens are on my side. You've lost, think about how to pay me!"

After saying that, he sat down again, noticing that Zhang Ning's shoulders were slightly trembling. He realized he had been too excited and had kissed her forcefully.

"Don't worry, I'll take responsibility!" Winning the bet, he was in high spirits and had more thoughts.

It had to be admitted that Zhang Ning was a rare beauty, and Yang Huan was a normal man.

"I don't need you to take responsibility!" Zhang Ning raised her head, looking determined.

Liu Mingwei ignored Yang Huan and no longer had the heart to covet Zhang Ning's beauty. He was completely focused on the game on the TV screen. But until the referee, Webb, blew the final whistle, he did not see another goal.

1-0, Spain ultimately won the match with Iniesta's decisive goal.

At that moment, Liu Mingwei had many thoughts, even considering killing Yang Huan.

But he did not dare, as he knew Yang Huan's background and connections. If he had just the thought of killing him, he would be killed himself. Even if he managed to kill Yang Huan, he would not escape.

Not only would he not escape, but even his family would not be safe.

Relatively speaking, losing two to three hundred million was painful, but it was not a dead end.

Moreover, this bet with Yang Huan had established his credibility, which would help him in the future.

After weighing his options, Liu Mingwei, a man of principle, stood up and clapped for Yang Huan.

"Mr. Huan, you are indeed Mr. Huan, with luck that envies everyone. I've lost!"

Yang Huan, of course, would not reveal that he had foreknowledge. He just smiled and sat there, accepting Liu Mingwei's praise.

"Mr. Huan, how much money do you have in your bank account?"

Yang Huan took out his phone, lit the screen, and the balance in his mobile banking was clear: 14,630,000, with some change. "14,630,000, and a few thousand more. I'll leave those for you to buy drinks for everyone outside."

This act of generosity was also very satisfying.

"20 to 1, that's a total of..." Liu Mingwei took out his phone to calculate.

Zhang Ning blurted out, "292,600,000."

Liu Mingwei did not believe her and used his phone calculator to verify. It was indeed that amount, and his heart trembled.

Almost three hundred million, how many years would it take to earn that back?

"Give me some time, by tomorrow morning, I'll have the money for you."

Yang Huan stood up, smiling, "No problem, but Mr. Liu, please write an IOU."

Didn't you ask me to write an IOU earlier?

Now I'll make you write one!

Liu Mingwei knew Yang Huan was intentionally embarrassing him, but the IOU was necessary to prevent him from defaulting.

He quickly wrote an IOU and handed it to Yang Huan.

Yang Huan did not even look at it, passing it to Zhang Ning, "Check it for me, and keep it if it's fine."

Zhang Ning looked at Yang Huan with a complex expression. An IOU for nearly three hundred million, just handed to her? Did he really trust her so much?

Despite her thoughts, she carefully read it, "It's fine."

"Great!" Yang Huan pulled Zhang Ning's hand again, heading for the door. Before leaving, he added, "Mr. Liu, if you plan to bet again, you can call me!"

Closing the door and walking out of the VIP box, he could still hear the sound of tables being overturned and beer bottles being smashed, surely Liu Mingwei venting his frustration inside, but Yang Huan did not care.

He directly pulled Zhang Ning's hand and walked to the center of the bar's dance floor, grabbing the microphone.

Although the match was over, the atmosphere in the bar was even more intense.

Those who lost were disappointed, even despairing, while those who won were celebrating.

It was said that the Lan Gui Fang bar collected over 100 million in bets every day, and tonight, being the final match, it would be even more.

Everyone had heard about Yang Huan's five million bid for Zhang Ning's first night, and now seeing him pull her out of the VIP box, they assumed they had just finished. Especially seeing Yang Huan's elated expression, they were even more convinced, looking at Zhang Ning with more suggestive eyes, as if trying to find something in her beautiful figure.

"Tonight, I'm in a good mood. From now on, everything you eat and drink here is on me!"

He enjoyed being the center of attention, and it felt great and satisfying!

When Yang Huan said this, the crowd was in an uproar, and many who knew him cheered.

"Is this the legendary Mr. Yang Huan?"

"Yes, the only son of the Yang family, the most famous playboy in Longhai City."

"Is the Yang family very rich? I've never seen them on the Forbes list."

"Please, that's a foreign list. They don't know anything. The Yang family is a low-profile billionaire. Even if you add up all the people on the Forbes list in China, they might not be as rich as the Yang family."

"Really?" A young gold-digger's eyes sparkled, "I think Mr. Yang Huan is so handsome, so cool!"

"Me too!"

Yang Huan, after making the offer, pulled Zhang Ning's hand and walked out of the dance floor.

"Mr. Huan, you said..." The bar's on-site manager, not daring to be careless, quickly approached.

"That's right, from now on, everything they eat and drink is on me, but get the money from Mr. Liu."

Following Yang Huan's gesture, Liu Mingwei, looking disheveled, was walking out of the VIP box. The bar manager, unsure if Yang Huan was joking, quickly ran to Liu Mingwei.

Yang Huan, meanwhile, pulled Zhang Ning out of the noisy bar.

"Can you drive?"

"I have a license, but I've never driven."

"Having a license is enough. You drive, to the yacht dock, we're going out to sea." Yang Huan casually threw her a set of car keys.

Looking at it, it was a Lamborghini logo.

A bar attendant brought Yang Huan's obviously modified, gold Lamborghini to the entrance.

"I've never driven before, I..."

"Everything has a first time. If you crash, the insurance will cover it. What's there to be afraid of?"

Yang Huan, confident, sat in the passenger seat.

Zhang Ning, not expecting this, felt a bit defiant, her lips curling into a beautiful arc, muttering, "I'll drive, but if it crashes, it's your car, not my problem."

Thinking of Yang Huan's plan to go out to sea, her face flushed. Did he want to go to a place where no one could see them and...

Thinking of this, she felt very uneasy.

But she also knew that Yang Huan had paid five million and would not let her off so easily.

"What are you doing? Hurry up!" Yang Huan urged from the car.

"Coming!" Zhang Ning thought, if she had to die, at least Yang Huan was better than those middle-aged men.

Besides, ignoring his status as a rich second generation and a tycoon, he was actually quite handsome.

Just that her first time would be like this...

Yang Huan, in the car, urged, "What are you doing? Hurry up!"

"Coming!" Zhang Ning thought, if she had to die, at least Yang Huan was better than those middle-aged men.

Besides, ignoring his status as a rich second generation and a tycoon, he was actually quite handsome.

Just that her first time would be like this...