Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 313 - 313 309 Authorized Agency

313: Chapter 309 Authorized Agency 313: Chapter 309 Authorized Agency Yan Yusong saw Ye Fan’s surprise at the licensing fee for “Only Love”, then had a brainwave and fed Ye Fan some confusing talk, “This is just the initial income.

If we dig deeper, the ultimate profit for you could possibly reach around five million!

Of course, you can’t get all that money at once; it takes time.”

His current idea was to let Ye Fan see some money now while also dangling the possibility of a bigger payday in front of him, to tempt him into becoming a music star.

Shen Yan smiled and said, “So, are you still planning to give away all those rights for free?”

“Uh, it seems a bit wasteful.” Ye Fan’s thoughts raced; he considered that although he couldn’t use his real ID or his current one to authorize, he could use another ID to do so, since he had several unused IDs on hand.

Of course, he wasn’t greedy for that bit of money.

All he said was, “Yanyan, would it trouble you to help me manage the rights for ‘Only Love’?

I’d like to donate all the money I get to remote hope schools in the mountains.”

“Donate it all to charity?” Shen Yan’s eyes brightened—she was a big supporter of charitable causes.

Ye Fan nodded firmly.

Shen Yan said, “Donating it all is fine.

But, of course, you also spent a hundred thousand to buy the rights to ‘Only Love’.

You should at least keep a hundred thousand for yourself; you can’t operate at a total loss.”

“Alright.

I’ll keep a hundred thousand.

When the money is in hand, give it to me in cash, no need for a bank transfer,” Ye Fan said.

Shen Yan smiled, “No problem.

I’ll help you manage the rights for ‘Only Love’.

But, we can’t just agree verbally here; you have to give me a signed power of attorney.”

“Ok, I’ll get it to you in a couple of days.

You’re not leaving Hua Hai City so soon, are you?” Ye Fan asked.

Shen Yan laughed, “Of course not.

Hee hee, I have many related activities to attend afterward.”

Yan Yusong, listening to the conversation between Ye Fan and Shen Yan, felt sullen—Ye Fan actually didn’t want the money.

A person who wanted neither profit nor reputation, he was almost like a revolutionary soldier, nearly impossible to break.

However, he found himself admiring Ye Fan a bit, for being able to resist the temptation of becoming a big star.

At this time, Yan Yusong’s wife called everyone to start the meal, and Ye Fan and the others went to the dining room.

The meal was lavish, surely to entertain Shen Yan for celebrating the success of her concert.

Ye Fan shared a bottle of thirty-year-old Maotai with Yan Yusong, while Shen Yan and Yan Yusong’s wife opened a bottle of imported Lafite from France.

After a meal where host and guests greatly enjoyed themselves, and as the dinner neared its end, Yan Yusong was overcome by the alcohol and was helped back to his room by his wife to rest.

But Ye Fan and Shen Yan didn’t leave right away.

When Shen Yan offered to help clean up the dishes, of course, Yan Yusong’s wife wouldn’t let her.

Shen Yan turned to glance at Ye Fan sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, then turned back to Yan Yusong’s wife and said, “Teacher’s wife, do you have the key to the music room on the third floor?

I have some musical matters I want to discuss with Ye Fan.”

Yan Yusong’s wife immediately replied, “Yes.

I’ll go get it for you.”

With that, Yan Yusong’s wife left the partially cleared dishes and went to fetch the keys for Shen Yan.

After receiving the keys, Yan Yusong’s wife went back to the dining room to continue cleaning up.

Approaching Ye Fan, Shen Yan lightly shook the keys in front of him and smiled sweetly, “Let’s go, we’ll discuss music in the music room on the third floor.”

Discuss music?

Ye Fan gave a bitter smile; he genuinely didn’t plan to delve into the music scene and wasn’t going to perform “Only Love” in public anymore.

However, seeing Shen Yan so enthusiastic, he didn’t want to dampen her spirits and reluctantly nodded his head in agreement.

“What’s wrong?

Not happy?” Shen Yan asked Ye Fan with a touch of coquetry.

Ye Fan gazed at Shen Yan, seeing her cheeks brushed with an enticing flush from the red wine she had just drunk, her usually clear and pure eyes now appearing as if veiled by a layer of mist, watery and boundlessly seductive.

For a moment, Ye Fan couldn’t help but stare, somewhat spellbound.

Aware of Ye Fan’s rapt attention, Shen Yan’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, her demeanor all the more enchantingly flirtatious.

“You were asked a question!” she chided coquettishly.

Ye Fan snapped back to reality, saw Shen Yan’s gaze—teasing, mock-annoyed, and playful—all at once directed into his eyes.

His face flushed, and he chuckled awkwardly, “Of course I’m willing, very willing.”

“Hee hee, then let’s go.” Having said this with a giggle, Shen Yan turned, shaking her hips, her long hair brushing past Ye Fan as she gracefully made her way toward the stairs.

Ye Fan took a deep breath of Shen Yan’s hair fragrance, came to his senses, and hurried to catch up with Shen Yan in two quick strides to walk side by side with her toward the staircase.

On their way, Shen Yan asked, “Ye Fan, have you brought your mask with you?”

“No,” Ye Fan said.

“You didn’t throw it away, did you?” Shen Yan inquired.

“Why would I?

Even though I won’t be singing anymore, that mask still holds great sentimental value.

I will always keep it,” Ye Fan replied, glancing at Shen Yan’s delicately pretty profile.

He couldn’t help adding, “Besides, it was a gift from you.”

Shen Yan sounded clearly pleased with his response.

“I still don’t understand why you chose the name ‘Prisoner No.

2’?” Shen Yan questioned.

“Tell me the truth, will you?”

Ye Fan replied, “The truth is, I really just picked it at random.”

The two continued to chat as they climbed the stairs, but as they were six or seven steps away from the third floor, Shen Yan was noticeably out of breath.

“Wait,” she panted.

Ye Fan stopped, turned, and looked at Shen Yan, “What’s wrong?”

“I might’ve had a bit too much to drink; feeling a bit dizzy.

Help me up,” Shen Yan said in a low voice.

Her cheeks were so red they seemed to drip blood, whether from the climb stirring up her qi-blood or from shyness, it was unclear.

Ye Fan was taken aback for a moment before he returned to his senses and turned to face Shen Yan.

Shen Yan bit her tender lower lip softly, lowering her head slightly, not daring to meet Ye Fan’s gaze directly.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Fan noticed that even the tips of Shen Yan’s delicate and pretty ears were flushed.

His hand trembled slightly as he reached out to hold Shen Yan’s tender and slippery wrist that felt boneless in its softness.

Upon grasping her wrist, he immediately felt her hand tighten around his in response.

“Alright, no problem,” Ye Fan’s voice was a bit dry as he began to ascend, pulling on Shen Yan’s delicate hand, continuing to climb the stairs.

Six or seven steps, they ascended slowly, one by one.

Finally, they reached the third floor.

As soon as they were on the third floor, Shen Yan quickly withdrew her hand.

Ye Fan felt a tinge of regret that the staircase was too short, but as he turned to look at the wooden door of the closed music room, his heart couldn’t help but rise with even more anticipation.

Shen Yan approached the door, unlocked it with a key, and then walked in.

Following her, Ye Fan turned on the light inside, then shut the door.

Shen Yan picked up the remote control for the air conditioner, turned it on, and then switched on the music as well before turning and walking back toward Ye Fan with an enticing, upwards glance, meeting his gaze with her flushed cheeks.