Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 234 Huang Yixin with an enchanting figure

Chen Chulin ultimately chose Cartier for her watch and Van Cleef & Arpels for her jewelry. It's true that women can never resist Cartier and Van Cleef & Arpels. Although Ye Fan never thought Cartier was anything special, he couldn't help but admire the girl's love for it!

Of course, we can't forget the perfect pairing of Valentino and Balenciaga.

This was Ye Fan's second time visiting Deji Plaza to buy Valentino and Balenciaga. The last time he came with Xu Yunshu, and because he bought more for Xu Yunshu, the shop assistant remembered Ye Fan. This time, when she saw him with another girl, she immediately understood.

As Chen Chulin walked out of Deji Plaza carrying shopping bags of all sizes, each adorned with a dazzling logo, she felt light on her feet, enveloped in an immense sense of happiness.

She secretly glanced at the man beside her who had spent lavishly on her, and an indescribable feeling of gratitude welled up in her heart.

Back in that spacious penthouse in Jiangwan City, the afterglow of the setting sun streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the living room in a warm golden glow.

Chen Chulin put down her heavy shopping bags, then suddenly turned to face Ye Fan, her face flushed with a charming blush and a touch of shy courage: "Honey, let me dance for you!"

Before Ye Fan could answer, she changed into a newly bought outfit, then gracefully stepped back a few paces and took a deep breath.

She tiptoed, her arms outstretched, her waist swaying gently, and a modern dance blending classical charm unfolded on her like flowing water.

Chen Chulin changed into different outfits and performed several beautiful dances in front of Ye Fan.

......

It was evening.

Ye Fan looked at Chen Chulin, who was sprawled on the soft bed like a lazy cat, and asked, "Want to go downstairs and get some exercise? The gym or the heated pool on the basement level?"

Chen Chulin didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, just waved her hand weakly, her voice carrying a touch of post-exercise coquettishness: "Um... honey, you go... I just want to become one with this bed right now, I don't want to go anywhere..."

Ye Fan smiled and didn't press the matter further.

He changed into comfortable sportswear and took the elevator down to the basement level alone.

When the elevator doors opened, what came into view was not an ordinary community gym, but a very stylish private club.

Soft, warm light shines on the dark wood veneer and matte metal, and the air is filled with a faint scent of fragrance and cleaning agents.

The enormous floor-length mirror, top-brand Italian equipment, and private training area all exude luxury and professionalism.

But what's most eye-catching are the figures moving around inside—all of them hot female personal trainers wearing tight sports vests and yoga pants. Their numbers and quality far exceed those of professional fitness institutions outside.

Ye Fan didn't know whether the residents here really needed professional fitness guidance or health advice...

In short, in this kind of fitness atmosphere, very few of the men who come here are actually working out.

He walked to the free weights area and chose a flat bench press rack.

The weight wasn't light, but he focused intently on the push, feeling the contraction and expansion of his pectoral muscles.

Just over ten minutes into the session, three beautiful personal trainers with different styles gracefully approached, asking with sweet, professional smiles if they needed professional guidance services, their soft tones carrying a hint of something.

However, he rejected them all, for the simple reason that he wasn't in the mood right now.

After a few sets of presses, I started to feel a noticeable soreness in my arms and pectoral muscles, so I decided to get up.

Just then, an extremely oppressive shadow descended, accompanied by a clear, cool scent mixed with sweat and a certain cold fragrance. Two full and firm "peaks" directly blocked his view, almost touching the tip of his nose.

"You're opening your arms a bit too wide," a clear, pleasant, and professional female voice said. "This will cause you to rely too much on the lateral pectoralis major muscle, and put a lot of pressure on your wrists and rotator cuff."

Before he could finish speaking, the person had already placed their hand on his forearm and, with just the right amount of force, pulled his elbow inward to a more scientific position.

Her touch was swift and professional, without any unnecessary lingering.

Ye Fan was a little confused, but he still tried lifting it a few times. Sure enough, he felt a stronger contraction in his chest muscles and the discomfort in his arms and wrists was reduced.

"Hehe, I can't afford private coaching fees!" Ye Fan said to the person who came in half-jokingly.

Then he sat up from the recliner.

"I just happened to see some improper movements and, out of professional instinct, offered some guidance. Is it really going too far to charge people for that?" the voice rang out again.

Only then was Ye Fan able to see her in full.

His height is estimated to be over 172cm, and his posture is as upright as a bamboo.

The lower body consists of dark-colored, high-waisted, stretchy leggings with excellent coverage, perfectly outlining the amazing curves from the waist and hips to the thighs and calves.

The upper body features a stylishly designed sporty cropped tube top that reveals a firm, flat stomach with subtly visible abs and smooth shoulder and arm lines.

What's most amazing is her buttocks—full and perky, like a meticulously sculpted work of art, presenting a textbook-level "peach butt" shape, clearly the result of years of scientific and systematic training, full of tension between strength and sexiness.

This is a level of quality that you would never see in a regular gym.

Her face was equally striking, with bright and elegant features, and clear eyes that held a sharp, scrutinizing quality.

Sweat soaked a few strands of hair that clung to his forehead, but instead of making him look disheveled, it added a touch of wild charm.

Her overall style is sexy yet not vulgar, exuding a sense of sophistication.

Ye Fan had seen many short videos in his previous life where men mainly focused on upper body workouts to look strong and powerful. In contrast, women's fitness routines primarily involved training their pelvic floor muscles.

Most importantly, there's the pursuit of various shapes.

Some of them were things like peaches, but Ye Fan didn't really understand them.

The woman in front of me was extremely sexy, both in her face and her figure.

For example, Ye Fan is currently in the recovery period, but as soon as his eyes sweep over this body that can be called a model of human aesthetics, the dormant male hormones in his body are instantly ignited and become restless.

Her figure seems to be at a perfect critical point; any more would be exaggerated, and any less would lack impact.

Ye Fan couldn't figure out how this was trained; this kind of perfectly balanced sexiness was simply too authoritative.

This is also the girl with the best figure that Ye Fan has ever seen.

Ye Fan suppressed the ripples in his heart and revealed a gentle smile: "Hello, beautiful lady, what's your name?"

"Huang Yixin," she replied succinctly, then extended her right hand.