Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 369 - 369 365 Woman's Intuition

369: Chapter 365: Woman’s Intuition 369: Chapter 365: Woman’s Intuition Ye Fan didn’t talk much with Li Zhaojun before ending the call.

Ye Fan wasn’t lacking the courage to face Lu Xiaoman knowing the truth; it just wasn’t the right time yet, and he temporarily couldn’t give Lu Xiaoman a clear explanation.

Lu Xiaoman had unexpectedly walked in on him and Li Zhaojun together tonight, nearly ruining his plan.

After hanging up, Ye Fan left the master bedroom and walked into the living room.

Wei Ziling immediately muted the TV and said to Ye Fan, “Mr.

Ye, the medicinal stew is ready and has been cooled down.

This time it’s dog paws stewed with cordyceps and aged ginseng.”

“Dog paws?” Ye Fan responded, slightly surprised.

Wei Ziling nodded and said, “Yes, you mentioned wanting a highly nourishing medicinal stew.

Dog paws are very nourishing, but they are also very heating.

If you find it unbearable after drinking the stew, you must rush to the hospital immediately.”

Typically, animal paws are highly nutritious, and dog meat itself is a very warm tonifying type of meat, beneficial for warming the kidney and fortifying yang.

Dog paws are even more so the essence.

When eating dog meat hotpot, young people prone to excessive internal heat generally avoid eating dog paws, as they may feel excessively agitated and might even get a nosebleed that same night.

Ye Fan smiled indifferently.

Even dragon meat from the heavens wouldn’t be a problem for him to eat, let alone mere dog paws.

He only regretted that it wasn’t nourishing enough.

“Understood,” Ye Fan replied, then turned and went to the dining room to eat the dog paws stewed with cordyceps and aged ginseng.

There’s a saying that even immortals would jump over a wall upon smelling the aroma of dog meat; With three boils of dog meat, even immortals can’t stand steady.

Sitting at the dining table, Ye Fan lifted the lid of the pottery jar that held the stew, and a delicious aroma wafted out, instantly tantalizing his appetite.

Ye Fan couldn’t help but inwardly praise his wise decision in hiring a housekeeper specifically to stew medicinal dishes.

Compared to the bitter and hard-to-swallow medicinal decoctions he used to force down, this medicinal stew was simply a delicacy of the human world.

Even if it weren’t for cultivation enhancement, Wei Ziling’s stew could satisfy his cravings.

After about fifteen minutes, Ye Fan had not only finished a large pottery jar of the stew but had also gnawed clean four dog paws.

After finishing the stew, Ye Fan started feeling a bit heated, but he didn’t rush to train just after eating and instead decided to sit for a while in the living room.

Seeing Ye Fan sit down on another sofa, Wei Ziling turned her head and asked with a smile, “Mr.

Ye, was the taste of the stew to your liking?”

“Hehe, very good,” Ye Fan laughed, “And it feels very nourishing too.

Not bad at all.”

Wei Ziling giggled, but she still expressed a bit of concern, “That dog paws stewed with cordyceps and aged ginseng is very heating.

If you feel something is off, you must go to the hospital immediately.”

“Haha, it’s fine,” Ye Fan dismissed with a laugh, “I’ve even boiled ginseng, Lingzhi mushrooms, and Polygonum multiflorum together in one pot before and it was fine.”

The two then chatted briefly.

However, soon Ye Fan noticed something was off; he felt an uncontrollable hardness below.

Just as Ye Fan was about to end the conversation and return to the master bedroom to cultivate and assimilate the medicinal power of the dog paws stewed with cordyceps and aged ginseng, suddenly, a series of rapid and urgent doorbell rings sounded.

“Who could that be?” Wei Ziling asked, slightly surprised, “Should I go open the door?”

This was a hotel, and normally, even if someone rang the doorbell late at night, one would generally not open the door.

But with Ye Fan there, a tall and robust man, Wei Ziling wasn’t afraid.

“Go ahead,” Ye Fan responded.

Thus, Wei Ziling got up and quickly went to open the door.

As the door opened, Wei Ziling was taken aback, seeing a very beautiful and elegant young woman standing at the doorway, looking at her with a puzzled face.

“Who are you looking for?” Wei Ziling asked, feeling a bit sorry for the young woman in front of her, assuming that the girl was there to sell something.

“Why are you here?” the beautiful young woman suddenly asked sharply.

She rushed in, simultaneously shouting angrily, “Ye Fan, Ye Fan!

Get out here!”

As she shouted, she stormed into the living room and saw Ye Fan sitting on the sofa, dressed in loose home clothes.

“Mo Xiaoyan, what’s all this noise about?” Ye Fan looked at the furious Mo Xiaoyan.

Mo Xiaoyan lunged forward, angrily demanding, “What’s the deal with this woman?

Are you being fair to my sister?

And to think my sister trusts you so much!”

Ye Fan couldn’t help feeling a headache coming on, as Mo Xiaoyan had suddenly arrived, interrogating him as if she had caught him cheating.

“She’s a housemaid I hired,” Ye Fan said calmly.

Mo Xiaoyan exploded with anger, how could there be such a beautiful and sexy housemaid in the world?

Moreover, this was a presidential suite in a five-star hotel, why would there be a need for an extra housemaid?

She truly felt like she was being treated like an idiot!

Seeing that Mo Xiaoyan was about to explode, Ye Fan’s eyes suddenly hardened, “Mind your image, don’t act like a shrew.”

Mo Xiaoyan was even more enraged, but as the young Miss of the Mo family, she had a certain level of upbringing.

Reminded by Ye Fan, she managed to suppress her fury.

Wei Ziling had closed the door and came back to ask Ye Fan, “Mr.

Ye, she is…”

Ye Fan glanced at Wei Ziling and said, “She’s a friend of mine, don’t be scared.”

Saying this, he stood up, turned to Mo Xiaoyan and said, “Xiaoyan, come with me to the room, we’ll talk there.”

Wei Ziling was a stranger, and Ye Fan didn’t want to argue with Mo Xiaoyan in front of a stranger.

Having spoken, he walked toward the master bedroom.

Mo Xiaoyan gritted her teeth and followed, not wanting to lose her composure and elegance in front of someone she did not know.

Once inside the master bedroom and after closing the door, Ye Fan walked to the table and chairs by the window and sat down.

Then he looked up at Mo Xiaoyan, who had followed, and asked calmly, “What’s going on that you suddenly showed up here in the middle of the night?

What’s the matter?”

Mo Xiaoyan walked over, sat down on another chair angrily, and scoffed, “Ye Fan, don’t think because my sister is easy to deceive that you can fool everyone.

Your relationship with Li Zhaojun can’t possibly just be cousins!”

“Oh, so that’s what you came for,” Ye Fan said with a light smile.

“And what makes you think so?”

“Instinct!” Mo Xiaoyan proudly lifted her face and huffed.

Ye Fan couldn’t help but burst into laughter, shaking his head while he laughed.

Mo Xiaoyan became somewhat angry at Ye Fan’s laughter, “What are you laughing at?

Are you feeling guilty and hiding it with laughter?”

“To say that it’s just your presumption, how can that count?” replied Ye Fan, his laughter fading as he spoke calmly.

Mo Xiaoyan argued, “It’s a woman’s instinct, of course it counts!”

“Let’s not discuss whether something as intangible as ‘instinct’ is accurate, even if it’s a woman’s instinct, why should yours count?

Your sister’s intuition would hold more truth,” Ye Fan drawled.

“I, I…” Mo Xiaoyan stuttered.

Stuttering for a bit, she finally stood up, infuriated, and stomped, saying, “Anyway, I just have a suspicion!”

Ye Fan chuckled, spread his hands, and did not argue with Mo Xiaoyan.