Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 392 - 392 388 Li Zhaojun Helps Wipe the Sweat

392: Chapter 388: Li Zhaojun Helps Wipe the Sweat 392: Chapter 388: Li Zhaojun Helps Wipe the Sweat The following day, at six in the evening, Ye Fan, accompanied by Lu Xiaoman and Tantai Wanrong, dined together at a five-star hotel.

Throughout the meal, Tantai Wanrong was quite satisfied with Lu Xiaoman and gave up her strong insistence that Ye Fan should be with Zhou Zhiqian.

Of course, she still hoped Ye Fan would consider Zhou Zhiqian.

Thinking about his upcoming business trip for a few days, and having not seen Zhao Lina for a while, Ye Fan arranged to have dinner with Zhao Lina on Wednesday evening.

After dining with Zhao Lina, shopping was inevitable.

On Thursday morning, Ye Fan packed his luggage and drove to meet Li Zhaojun at Emali Group.

The plane was at eleven, and at nine-thirty Ye Fan, Li Zhaojun, and the technical director Cao Hongying took the company’s business van to the airport.

Although Cao Hongying was female as well, on the plane, it was Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun who sat together.

Sitting in first class and flying from Hua Hai to Yangcheng, the flight lasted just over two hours.

Li Zhaojun took the initiative to strike up a conversation, chatting leisurely with Ye Fan for about an hour.

Landing at Yangcheng Airport, Ruixiang Biotechnology Co., Ltd., sent a special car to welcome them and accommodated them in the presidential suite of the Fulichun Hotel, a five-star luxury hotel.

Although the hotel check-in was just after two, Li Zhaojun had no intention to immediately visit Ruixiang Biotechnology Co., Ltd.

that day.

She chose to have a simple meal followed by rest.

Work would begin tomorrow.

Ye Fan, though not tired, did not find it appropriate to watch TV in the living room to avoid disturbing the rest of Li Zhaojun and Cao Hongying, so he could only practice in his room.

At four in the afternoon, while Ye Fan was practicing, a gentle knock sounded twice at his door.

Considering that someone might knock, Ye Fan did not fully concentrate during his practice, so the knock did not startle him much.

After relaxing his stance, Ye Fan opened the door and saw Li Zhaojun, neatly dressed and holding an LV bag, standing at the door as if she was about to go out.

“Did I disturb your rest?” Li Zhaojun asked with a slight smile on her beautiful face.

Ye Fan shook his head slightly and replied, “Not at all.

Are you heading out?”

“Yes.

I felt like taking a walk,” Li Zhaojun said.

“Could you accompany me?”

“Sure.

Wait for me in the living room; I’ll just get ready,” Ye Fan nodded.

Li Zhaojun smiled and said, “Alright.”

Then, she gracefully turned and elegantly walked back to the living room.

A few minutes later, Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun left the presidential suite, tactfully not disturbing Cao Hongying.

As the two entered the elevator and stood face to face, Ye Fan asked casually to avoid eye contact with Li Zhaojun, “Where are we headed?”

“Baiyun Mountain,” said Li Zhaojun.

“To get some fresh air and stretch our legs a bit.”

“Baiyun Mountain?” Ye Fan frowned slightly and said, “It’s already past four o’clock; we might not have enough time.”

Baiyun Mountain was no small tourist spot; it was a large scenic area that would require at least half a day to explore.

Li Zhaojun assured, “No worries.

We can stay until nine or even ten in the evening before descending.

We can have dinner within the scenic area.”

“Okay,” Ye Fan agreed.

Since they had no car available, Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun could only travel by taxi.

Having boarded the taxi, Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun sat together in the back seat, closely side by side for the first time.

Even though Ye Fan had a tall and sturdy physique, he only took up half the space.

However, Li Zhaojun did not scoot over towards the outside; instead, she sat close to the middle, so their arms and shoulders touched fleetingly as the car swerved and turned.

Ye Fan breathed in the faint fragrance emanating from Li Zhaojun, felt the softness of her jade-like arms and shoulders through his own arm, and his blood began to flow faster and faster throughout his body.

Although Li Zhaojun had looped her arm through his twice before, the first time was too brief and during the second—a longer moment—he had been too distracted by Li Zhaojun’s male classmates to fully appreciate her touch as he did now.

The two sat next to each other in silence for three or four minutes, and Ye Fan, due to his quickening heartbeat and blood flow, began to feel somewhat hot and started to sweat slightly.

For someone as skilled in martial arts as Ye Fan with a strong ability to regulate his own body, he would hardly ever sweat under normal, non-combat conditions, even in the scorching sun.

“Driver, could you please turn down the air conditioning a bit more?” Ye Fan called out to the driver upfront.

The taxi driver responded with a distinct Cantonese accent, “It can’t go any lower; it’s already at 20 degrees.”

“Isn’t it possible to set it to 18 degrees?” Ye Fan asked.

“Set it to 18 degrees.”

“18 degrees will consume too much fuel and electricity.

You give me an extra two or three yuan, then I can adjust it for you,” the taxi driver disagreed, adding, “Setting it to 20 degrees is already very fair.

Just the other day, the price of fuel went up again, and driving you guys isn’t profitable to begin with…”

Ye Fan was a bit tired of the taxi drivers always making the same complaints about rising fuel prices and was about to impatiently offer an extra five yuan when suddenly a pleasant laugh burst forth.

Turning his head, Ye Fan saw Li Zhaojun covering her small mouth with her delicate white hand, her eyes crinkling with mirth, her radiant and boundless beauty distracting him for a moment.

With a teasing glint and a smile in her eyes, Li Zhaojun glanced at Ye Fan then said to the taxi driver, “Driver, no need to lower the temperature anymore.

He may feel hot, but I find it quite chilly.”

“Alright,” the driver agreed with a nod, continuing to drive without further conversation.

Ye Fan was at a loss for words—was Li Zhaojun taking the wrong side here?

At this moment, Li Zhaojun took out an embroidered handkerchief from her LV sling bag and handed it over with a smile, saying, “Wipe your sweat.

Peace of mind will bring coolness.”

Unintentional words can contain deep meaning.

Feeling embarrassed, Ye Fan thought Li Zhaojun was hinting that he was overthinking things.

As he was pondering how to deny it without seeming too defensive, he felt a slick coolness pass into his palm—it was Li Zhaojun’s handkerchief making contact with the center of his hand.

“Hehe, thank you,” Ye Fan said awkwardly, holding Li Zhaojun’s handkerchief hesitantly, unsure if he should use it to wipe his sweat.

Li Zhaojun just smiled slightly as she watched Ye Fan.

Ye Fan, holding Li Zhaojun’s handkerchief, wasn’t sure if it was psychological or truly the case, but he felt that it was exceptionally soft and fragrant.

With the handkerchief in hand, Ye Fan hesitated, unsure if he should really use it to wipe his sweat.

Hesitating, Li Zhaojun smiled and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Hehe, I might dirty it.

You should give me some tissues instead,” Ye Fan said sheepishly, handing the handkerchief back to her.

Li Zhaojun gave a light smile, took the handkerchief back, and then tilted her gracefully curved body and gorgeous face upward to tenderly wipe away the sweat on Ye Fan’s forehead herself.

Ye Fan was instantly stunned, his body going rigid as he seemed to sweat even more.

The gentle wiping across his forehead and face, coupled with the intoxicating fragrance of Li Zhaojun lingering on the handkerchief, made Ye Fan feel as if his heart was about to burst from his chest.

Right at that moment, the taxi suddenly took a sharp turn, causing Li Zhaojun—who was off balance—to let out a startled cry of “Ah” as she fell onto Ye Fan…