Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 153 - 153 149 Strength and Fragility

153: Chapter 149: Strength and Fragility 153: Chapter 149: Strength and Fragility In the afternoon, Ye Fan took another leave.

At Military Hospital 411, when Lu Chengqiang saw Ye Fan arrive, he immediately jumped up from the hospital bed and threw himself into Ye Fan’s arms, wailing, “Boss, you finally came!

Sob, I’m so moved.

If you had not come, I would have been depressed enough to kill myself!”

The next moment, Ye Fan unceremoniously kicked him away.

Pulling out two tissues from the desk, Ye Fan wiped the liquid that had smeared his clothes while scowling, “How dare you dirty my clothes with your snot and saliva; you’re really courting death!

Do you know how much this outfit cost me?

Almost five hundred yuan!

Five hundred yuan, not fifty, and certainly not five.

Can you afford to compensate?”

“Heh, boss, you’ve wronged me.

That wasn’t snot and saliva but tears of excitement, which are very precious,” Lu Chengqiang smirked sleazily.

“Bullshit!

Are your tears gelatinous?” Ye Fan laughed and scolded, “Also, I don’t roll that way!”

After throwing the balled-up tissues into the trash can, Ye Fan walked closer to Lu Chengqiang.

Lu Chengqiang’s face immediately revealed a flattering smile; he kept backing away while speaking, “Boss, I know I was wrong, please spare me this once.”

“Do you really know your mistake?” Ye Fan eyed Lu Chengqiang from head to toe as if assessing whether he had recovered enough to endure a beating.

Feeling a chill down his spine, Lu Chengqiang’s smile was uglier than crying, “Boss, I’m currently severely wounded; you can’t do this.”

Ye Fan stopped and crossed his arms, revealing a threatening cold smile, “I could spare you, but you need to promise me one thing.”

“Sure, say it; not just one thing, I’ll agree to ten,” Lu Chengqiang said, seeing a glimmer of hope, “Boss, tell me, what is it?

Do you want me to swim across the Pacific right now and take out the president of the United States?

Don’t worry, I guarantee I’ll get the job done!”

Saying this, he patted his chest vigorously.

“Cut the crap, do you think their security system is made of paper?” Ye Fan laughed and scolded.

Pausing, he put away his smile and became serious, “What I want you to promise isn’t hard or easy per se; it all depends on you.

Chengqiang, promise me to stay strong, not frail; to be brave, not tearful.

Okay?”

“Boss, that look on your face is kind of scaring me,” Lu Chengqiang was confused by Ye Fan’s request but had a bad premonition, “But, whatever request you make, even if it kills me, I promise to fulfill it.”

Ye Fan nodded, speaking solemnly, “Now, I have something very important to tell you about your condition…”

Then, he explained Lu Chengqiang’s medical condition.

After hearing it, Lu Chengqiang jumped up excitedly, shouting, “Impossible!

That quack doctor must have made a mistake, or he’s framing me!

He must have fabricated this disease to scare me because I didn’t cooperate with him willingly!

I need to confront him!”

He was yelling, his face flushing red, ready to rush out of the ward to find his attending doctor.

Ye Fan grabbed him and pushed him back against the wall with a “bang,” holding him there, shouting, “Can you calm down?

What did you just promise me?

To be strong, not weak; to be brave, not tearful!

Look at yourself, what do you like, no different from a coward!”

Lu Chengqiang still struggled fiercely, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t break free from Ye Fan’s grip.

“Boss, let me go, I need to find that quack doctor…” Lu Chengqiang struggled as he yelled.

Slap!

Slap!

Suddenly, Ye Fan swung his right hand, and with two exceptionally loud slaps, Lu Chengqiang’s cheeks swelled up in redness, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Lu Chengqiang felt a bit dazed from the slaps and quieted down.

“Ow, my head, this sickness isn’t real, it isn’t real!

I don’t want to leave the troops, I don’t want to leave the Dragon Group… Ow…” He suddenly started to sob bitterly.

A tough guy, battle-hardened and experienced in countless gunfights and bombings, a man who could still crack a big smile despite being severely wounded, was now as vulnerable as a child, crying like one.

Ye Fan also felt choked up, overwhelmed with emotions, and let go of Lu Chengqiang.

“Chengqiang, I can deeply understand how you feel.

But we are like men of steel, and we absolutely must not fall to enemy firearms, nor be defeated by our own weakness!” Ye Fan said solemnly, “Face the facts.

As long as the military spirit remains in your heart, you are always a soldier, always an elite of the Dragon Group!”

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At a little past five in the afternoon, Ye Fan finally soothed Lu Chengqiang and then drove back to Emali Group.

Today was Friday, and he had to accompany Li Zhaojun to visit Old Master Li.

Driving back on the highway in front of the Emali Group building, Ye Fan was turning the steering wheel to enter the Emali Group premises when suddenly a flashy white Lamborghini overtook him, also turning towards the Emali Group.

“Uh, that car can’t possibly belong to the Emali Group, it must be someone from outside coming to discuss business,” Ye Fan mused to himself as he turned the steering wheel, following the Lamborghini into the small plaza in front of the building.

Entering the small plaza, Ye Fan saw the Lamborghini not head towards the underground parking entrance on the left side, but instead stop right in front of the entrance to the building.

“Damn, how arrogant, stopping right at the entrance.” Ye Fan slowed down to see who it was.

He watched as the Lamborghini stopped, the door pushed open, and a young man in flashy designer clothes stepped out.

The man was tall, with handsome features and an imposing aura, a confident and easy smile on his face.

After getting out of the car, he walked to the trunk, grabbed a large bunch of fiery red roses, and then strode into the building.

“Young and rich and good-looking too, probably some girl in the company is in trouble tonight,” Ye Fan muttered to himself, and drove into the underground parking.

Taking the elevator to the eighth floor, Ye Fan passed by Hu Jing’s office and returned to his own.

Entering his office, he saw Fang Yueyun and Ma Zhengyou busy at work, not slacking off even as the weekend approached.

He had just sat down when the office phone rang.

Seeing Fang Yueyun and Ma Zhengyou were busy, Ye Fan got up to answer it.

The caller ID showed it was Hu Jing’s office next door.

“Hello, Manager Hu,” Ye Fan said.

“What can I do for you?”

“Hu Jing here, can you come to my office?” Hu Jing said.

“Sure,” Ye Fan replied, hung up the phone, walked out of his office, knocked, and entered Hu Jing’s office.

“Hu beauties, what do you need?” Ye Fan casually sat down on the sofa, crossing his legs.