Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 299 - 299 295 Tracking Extra update!

299: Chapter 295: Tracking (Extra update!) 299: Chapter 295: Tracking (Extra update!) It was just past three in the afternoon when Ye Fan left Emali Corporation and drove to Shen Yan’s temporary studio.

Today was Thursday, the final on-site rehearsal.

In just two days, on Saturday, Shen Yan’s concert would officially commence.

Ye Fan had arranged to first synchronize with the band and Shen Yan at the temporary studio before heading to the concert venue for the night rehearsal.

However, what Ye Fan failed to notice as he drove away from Emali Corporation was an ordinary black sedan that quietly started to follow him.

“Hmm, Ye Fan, leaving work suddenly during office hours?

He must be up to something unspeakable!” Mo Xiaoyan muttered to herself as she drove behind Ye Fan.

To track Ye Fan, she had specifically rented an ordinary, inconspicuous black sedan.

After about half an hour, Mo Xiaoyan followed Ye Fan’s car to a building and stopped.

After Ye Fan entered the elevator, Mo Xiaoyan quickly got out of her car and rushed over to check the floor indicator next to the elevator doors.

After a while, she saw the elevator rise and stop at the fifth floor.

Then, she pressed the elevator button, preparing to go up.

After a moment, the elevator doors opened, and Mo Xiaoyan entered, pressing the button for the fifth floor.

The elevator doors closed and ascended, floor by floor.

When it reached the fifth floor and the doors opened, Mo Xiaoyan stepped out wearing large sunglasses.

As soon as she exited the elevator, Mo Xiaoyan immediately heard the sound of musical instruments and felt puzzled, unable to understand what Ye Fan was doing here.

Mo Xiaoyan walked along the corridor and soon arrived at a large door, where many people were bustling about.

She cautiously peered inside from the doorway and saw a tall figure in the background—it was Ye Fan.

However, what surprised her was that Ye Fan was wearing a mask.

The mask not only covered his entire face but even his hair and the back of his head, concealed by numerous tiny braided wigs.

If she hadn’t recognized Ye Fan’s tall stature and clothing, she wouldn’t have known the masked man was him.

“What’s he up to?

So secretive,” Mo Xiaoyan thought.

Just then, a staff member spotted Mo Xiaoyan and walked toward her, ready to inquire about her purpose there.

Worried that Ye Fan would find out she was tracking him, Mo Xiaoyan turned and walked away before the staff member reached her.

The music studio was too crowded and too spacious, which was not suitable for secretive observation, forcing Mo Xiaoyan to take the elevator back down, sit in her car, and wait for Ye Fan to come out.

Inside Shen Yan’s temporary studio, Ye Fan practiced singing “Only Love” with the band for an hour, then he sang a duet “Too Deep” with Shen Yan.

“Too Deep” itself was a love song.

To achieve harmony during the duet, not only did their voices need to blend, but emotional interaction was also required throughout the singing process.

After more than an hour of singing, by the end, Ye Fan noticed Shen Yan’s gaze growing increasingly tender towards him, which overwhelmed him.

He excused himself, saying his throat was tired, and stopped singing.

Shen Yan also sighed in relief.

In fact, she was under great pressure every time she made eye contact with Ye Fan.

Because Ye Fan wore a mask, it diverted attention from his appearance and highlighted his eyes, which were bright, profound, and as deep as the ocean, almost drawing her in.

“Hehe, my throat is a bit tired too.

We still have half an hour before mealtime, let’s have some tea,” Shen Yan said to Ye Fan with a smile.

Ye Fan nodded and followed Shen Yan into her private lounge.

Sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table, Shen Yan elegantly brewed some top-quality Xinyang Maojian tea and asked with a smile, “Ye Fan, the concert starts the day after tomorrow, are you nervous?”

“Hehe, not really.

I’ll be wearing a mask anyway,” Ye Fan replied with a light laugh, “No pressure.”

Mentioning the mask, Shen Yan couldn’t help but turn her head to glance at Ye Fan’s mask, but she involuntarily took another look at his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Ye Fan saw Shen Yan was somewhat distracted and couldn’t help but ask.

Shen Yan snapped back to reality, her pretty face blushed slightly, and she giggled, “Hehe, I’m finding more and more that the mask you’re wearing looks really nice.”

Just as Ye Fan was about to speak, Shen Yan suddenly changed the subject, “Honestly, I’m looking forward to the concert the day after tomorrow.”

“Hehe, of course.

You’ve spent so much time and effort preparing for this concert,” Ye Fan said.

Shen Yan giggled lightly, bowed her head, and continued to make tea without affirming Ye Fan’s words.

After a while, the top-grade Xinyang Maojian tea was ready, Shen Yan first poured a cup for Ye Fan, then for herself.

Ye Fan picked up the teacup, took a delicate sip, and smacked his lips, “This tea is really good.

I’m afraid I might get addicted.”

“Don’t worry.

I’ll give you some,” Shen Yan said with an ethereal giggle in her voice.

Ye Fan quickly responded, “Please don’t.

This is your treasure, and a gentleman does not deprive others of their beauty.

Besides, if you give me some once, will you be able to do so every year?

I can’t afford such expensive good tea.”

Shen Yan earnestly said, “I can share half with you every year.”

Ye Fan laughed, “Hehe, no reward without merit.

I’d rather occasionally freeload to drink; it feels more right in my heart.”

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After having boxed meals and a short rest, Ye Fan went with the large group to do the final on-site dress rehearsal at the concert venue.

Mo Xiaoyan, who was waiting downstairs for Ye Fan, didn’t see him come down until around seven o’clock, which left her incredibly hungry, her front nearly sticking to her back.

Mo Xiaoyan, having suffered this ordeal, naturally placed the blame squarely on Ye Fan.

Since the concert venue was tightly secured by guards, Mo Xiaoyan naturally couldn’t go in to see for herself.

She waited outside for half an hour, but as her stomach was extremely hungry and she didn’t know when Ye Fan would come out, she had to retreat first.

However, after a hurried meal, Mo Xiaoyan immediately switched to a nondescript car and went back to continue staking out Ye Fan.

In the next two-plus hours of surveillance, Mo Xiaoyan inevitably got a bit bored and began to think about hiring a private investigator to find evidence of Ye Fan’s betrayal of Lu Xiaoman.

However, she quickly discarded that idea.

“This is the first thing I’m doing for my sister, and I must do it myself!” she thought silently.

After 10:30 p.m., Mo Xiaoyan finally saw Ye Fan come out.

She carefully followed Ye Fan by car for about ten minutes, then suddenly realized Ye Fan had driven into a five-star hotel called Dingsheng International Hotel.

“Ha ha, heaven helps those who help themselves, Ye Fan, you’ve finally slipped up!” Mo Xiaoyan couldn’t help but cheer excitedly.

At nearly eleven at night, what else could a local person being in a hotel be up to?

Other than adulterers and adulteresses engaging in illicit activities, she couldn’t think of anything else.

Mo Xiaoyan immediately took out her cellphone to call Lu Xiaoman, but then she stopped, “Wait, after what happened last time, my sister might not believe me much.

Hm, I must see with my own eyes which room Ye Fan enters, catch him in the act, and then notify my sister!”