Chapter 1: The Inevitable Commission (Part 1)

  "What......?" Zhang Fan choked on a mouthful of wine, Professor Elan's words had left him too shocked and frightened, causing him to cough the entire mouthful into his lungs.

  Professor Yilan slowly and logically drank the wine in his cup and said to Zhang Fan: "Even if you are not satisfied with me, an old man who is about to meet Marx, don't waste the Romanee Conti that I have worked hard to find. You know, this is a 95-year-old product! You should know that red wine is different from white wine, it's not that the older the better, but the storage period. If the years are not enough, the taste is not enough, and if the years are too long, it will also spoil. Of course, more importantly, it depends on the production place and brewing year. For example, you have also drunk 82 Lafite, which tastes much better than 72."

  Zhang Fan finally stopped his constant coughing, glaring at Professor Elans with a scowl on his face. He had thought it was just an old friend coming to chat and catch up, but he didn't expect to be caught off guard and agree to this inhuman request. Still, he couldn't quite believe it, so he asked uncertainly again: "Are you sure, you want me, the big pervert in your words, to protect your weak and frail granddaughter? And as a token of commission, that bottle of white wine that just came out of the ground, claiming to have a history of 400 years?" When saying the word "weak", Zhang Fan intentionally emphasized his tone.

  Zhang Fan saw Professor Yilans still intended to take out his set of wines and recite them, so he patted his chest, coughed, and shook his hand at him, signaling to Professor Yilans, "Don't talk anymore, let me catch my breath first."

  Professor Yilan stopped talking and looked down, focusing on drinking the red wine in his hand. However, in the corner of his eye that no one could see, a calculating smile flickered.

  "Don't you think she's a delicate little girl?" Elance's face showed an innocent expression, and he casually handed the photo on the small table next to the sofa to Zhang Fan.

  The photo was of a beautiful girl with red hair and green eyes, her long hair falling down her face and onto her shoulders, showcasing her proud figure. A pair of jeans accentuated her slender waist and round hips, forming two perfect curves. Her smile was light and subtle, charming like a small chrysanthemum in an autumn field. However, Zhang Fan wouldn't be fooled by these appearances, nor would he be swayed by Professor Yilans' confusion. To know her gaze, it wasn't as calm as her expression, but rather had a stubbornness beneath the surface, like a little wild donkey. In his heart, Zhang Fan defined her as such, although she was indeed a beauty, one that made him want to push her down and do as he pleased upon seeing the photo. But taming such a beauty wasn't what Zhang Fan wanted to do right now; the last case had consumed a lot of his energy, and this time he just wanted to rest well, indulge in Paris' romantic beauties, and savor Professor Yilans' treasured fine wines.

  Thinking of fine wine, Zhang Fan couldn't help but curse his own brain for being muddled, or perhaps it was the wine that had gone to his head. When Professor Yilans asked him in a nonchalant tone if he could help with a small favor, he agreed without asking anything, and now he regretted it so much that he couldn't even open his mouth. Thinking of Professor Yilans' granddaughter Helena, who was as lovely as a flower, Zhang Fan's head began to throb with wave after wave of pain.

  Zhang Fan's encounter with Helena, which can also be called a feud, originated from that night when Zhang Fan and Professor Ilans drank all night. Woken up by the urge to urinate, Zhang Fan hastily pushed open the bathroom door and rushed into the shower room, staring blankly at the sleek, wet beauty in front of him. Her slender figure was so perfect that adding a bit would make it too fat, while subtracting a bit would make it too thin, causing an immediate reaction from Zhang Fan's body. Unfortunately, he happened to be sleeping naked as usual that day, and something stood upright towards the beautiful shower woman.

  The result was not as Zhang Fan had imagined, with the beauty in his arms and a passionate encounter. Instead, countless bottles and jars flew towards him, and he dodged instinctively, but his reaction time was slower than usual due to his intoxication. Moreover, the bathroom floor was slippery, and his foot slipped, causing him to lunge forward and crash into the beauty. The feeling of softness and warmth in his arms was pleasant, but it was short-lived as a kick from the beauty sent him tumbling to the ground, where he lay motionless for some time. As he struggled to get up, the beauty continued to kick him repeatedly in the stomach, causing yesterday's exquisite food and fine wine to spew out of Zhang Fan's belly and onto Professor Elans' floor.

  When Professor Elrond, who was slightly more awake than Zhang Fan, rushed over to the noise, the beauty had already wrapped a towel around her body. Only Zhang Fan was still lying on the floor, struggling in a pile of dishes and wine, which were all half-digested by Zhang Fan. Upon seeing Professor Elrond, the beauty's first words were: "Grandfather, you actually brought this pervert in, I'm more and more disappointed in you. Is this how you treat your precious granddaughter? If I didn't know some self-defense moves, wouldn't I have been ruined by you today?"

  "Her voice was pleasant, with a sweet tone, but this person is really too fierce. A woman at this level is no longer lovable." When Jiaren's voice reached Zhang Fan's ears, he actually still had the mood to appreciate how good her voice sounded, but the severe pain coming from his lower body immediately made him feel extreme hatred towards this beauty. No matter how pleasant, how beautiful, or how lovely your body is, it can't make up for what you've done, it's really... too... too... too... despicable."

  Professor Ilans gazed at his granddaughter Helena, who was wrapped in a bath towel with an annoyed expression, and then looked at Zhang Fan, who was rolling around on the ground, groaning. He couldn't help but burst out laughing. Pointing at Zhang Fan, he said: "You little scamp, my granddaughter's temper isn't that easy to deal with! And what's with the thing on your head? Is it a hollow noodle? It looks like... uh... I'd rather not look anymore. Go sleep, go sleep! You can come find me when I wake up!" After saying this, he ignored the flames that were about to erupt from Zhang Fan's eyes and turned to leave. He left Zhang Fan struggling on the bathroom floor with the wine and dishes. The sound of Helena's constant complaints could still be heard as she followed Professor Ilans away, grumbling about how he had brought a pervert back home. [End of Chapter]