Back in the villa's reception hall, Chen Fan also planned to bid farewell to Qin Hongguo and the others, preparing to return to Jiangcheng with Qin Shuran.
Seeing Chen Fan return, the smile on Qin Hongguo's face gradually turned cold, and he appeared displeased, clearly still upset about Chen Fan's refusal to acknowledge his Dragon family status in front of Elder Mo earlier.
"Chen Fan, while I won't object to you and Shuran being together, you are currently not qualified to marry my daughter," Qin Hongguo said coldly.
"Uncle Qin, I will work hard. One day, I will be worthy of Shuran through my own efforts," Chen Fan said firmly.
"Hmph, through your own efforts?" Qin Hongguo scoffed.
He then continued, "Chen Fan, you should know that time is the most precious thing in a person's life. Do you intend to make my daughter wait for you how long? Ten years? Twenty years? My daughter doesn't have that much time to wait for you!"
Chen Fan naturally understood Qin Hongguo's meaning. He wanted Chen Fan to connect with the Dragon family, for the Qin family to latch onto this powerful entity.
But how could Chen Fan seek out the Dragon family that caused his family's ruin?
Chen Fan's eyes were filled with determination as he said, "Uncle Qin, I understand what you mean. Give me three years. Within three years, I will definitely be worthy of Shuran."
Qin Shuran then took Chen Fan's hand, holding it gently, as if telling Chen Fan that she would always stand by his side.
Feeling the warmth in her palm, Chen Fan's heart was instantly filled with warmth.
"Heh heh, three years. Fine, Chen Fan, you said it yourself. The most important thing for a man is to keep his word. I'll give you three years. If within three years, you cannot satisfy me, Qin Hongguo, then Shuran's future happiness will be decided by me, her father," Qin Hongguo said with a cold laugh.
"Dad," Qin Shuran's delicate brows furrowed. She wanted to buy Chen Fan more time.
After all, three years was too short. To reach Qin Hongguo's standards within three years was almost impossible.
However, Chen Fan interrupted Qin Shuran and spoke first, "Thank you, Uncle Qin. Then let's set a three-year pact. Within three years, I will definitely bring Shuran home."
"Good," Qin Hongguo nodded.
"If it weren't for Shuran, I think I would greatly admire your courage. But young man, courage is worthless in the face of reality."
Chen Fan did not refute Qin Hongguo's lecture, because he knew that anything he said now would be futile. Only by reaching that height would others look at him with admiration.
Leaving the Qin family villa and driving back to Jiangcheng.
"Chen Fan, why did you say three years? Three years is too short. I'm scared."
Chen Fan reached out and held Qin Shuran's delicate hand in the passenger seat. "What? Don't you want to marry me sooner?"
Qin Shuran's face immediately turned red upon hearing this. She asked with some worry, "Aren't you afraid that after three years, my father will marry me off to someone else?"
Chen Fan laughed, "How could I possibly let you marry someone else? Does my future wife have so little confidence in her husband?"
Qin Shuran's face turned even redder. Chen Fan was clearly taking advantage of her again.
However, at this moment, Chen Fan's phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at the unfamiliar incoming number, but Chen Fan still answered the call.
"Dr. Chen, how have you been lately? Have you forgotten about me?" a pleasant female voice came from the other end of the line.
The voice carried a hint of aloofness, yet also a touch of flirtatiousness.
How could Chen Fan forget this woman? He immediately replied, "Boss Song, I'm doing alright. Is there something you need?"
The woman calling was none other than Song Wenting, the owner of the Red Leaf Bar who had saved Chen Fan and Da Xiong before.
"Heh heh, Dr. Chen is truly forgetful. Have you forgotten what you promised me back then?" Song Wenting asked with a cold laugh.
"How could I forget? When is the time?"
"Tonight. Dr. Chen has prepared for so long, you can't disappoint me."
"Tonight?" Chen Fan sounded surprised.
Song Wenting chuckled, "What? Isn't Dr. Chen on his way back to Jiangcheng? Do you have other arrangements for tonight?"
Chen Fan's brows suddenly furrowed. "How did you know where I am?"
"Does Dr. Chen forget what I said before? In this South China Province, there is nothing my Red Leaf Bar doesn't know," Song Wenting's confident voice came through.
"I'll come over after I get back to Jiangcheng," Chen Fan replied.
"Then I'll be waiting for Dr. Chen at the bar." With that, Song Wenting hung up the phone.
"What's wrong?" Qin Shuran asked.
Chen Fan's expression was somewhat grim. "I always feel like my every move is being monitored by someone. No matter where I go or what I do, the other party seems to know everything."
This feeling made Chen Fan very uncomfortable.
"Did someone install a tracker in the car? Who is this person? Should I call my father?" Qin Shuran also frowned, asking with some worry.
Hearing Qin Shuran's words, Chen Fan immediately turned on the car's hazard lights and pulled over to the emergency lane.
He opened the car door, held his breath, and looked at his BMW.
In an instant, the entire internal structure of the vehicle appeared before Chen Fan's eyes. A black square box caught his attention.
Chen Fan opened the trunk, then the side compartment. Inside, there was indeed a black box, and it was still flashing red lights, clearly still operational.
"Is this a tracker?" Qin Shuran also got out of the car and looked at the object in Chen Fan's hand, appearing somewhat stunned.
She didn't understand why someone would install such a thing in Chen Fan's car, who this person was, or what their purpose was.
"Do you know who installed this?" Qin Shuran asked worriedly.
Chen Fan casually threw the tracker into a nearby drainage ditch and got back into the car. "I know. Don't worry, that person doesn't have any malicious intent towards me for now."
Hearing Chen Fan's answer, Qin Shuran nodded and got back into the car, continuing their journey towards Jiangcheng.
Panlong Mountain, Red Leaf Bar.
"Boss, the tracking signal from Chen Fan's car has stopped moving," half an hour later, a middle-aged man walked into Song Wenting's office and reported.
A playful look appeared on Song Wenting's face. "It seems I still underestimated this kid. I didn't expect him to realize so quickly that we tampered with his car."
"Boss, should we install another one in his car?" the middle-aged man asked.
"No need. I don't know if he can leave alive after he comes here today," Song Wenting said with a light laugh.
She then asked the middle-aged man, "Have Godfather and the others arrived?"
"Soon, they've already entered the mountain," the middle-aged man nodded.
"Let's go, come with me to meet Godfather." Saying this, the woman, in her high heels, walked towards the door.