Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 394 - 394 390 Confessing to Lu Xiaoman

394: Chapter 390 Confessing to Lu Xiaoman 394: Chapter 390 Confessing to Lu Xiaoman Riding the mountain cable car, they reached the peak and found a relatively good spot to stand.

At that time, the sun began to officially set, a huge red sphere slowly sinking towards the horizon, its reflective light casting people and objects in a red hue, while clumps of evening clouds colored the skyline, indeed very beautiful.

After admiring the sunset and the evening clouds for a while, Li Zhaojun took out her phone and started to take pictures.

After photographing the sunset and evening clouds for a bit, she handed her phone to Ye Fan with a smile on her pretty face, asking him to help her take pictures.

Ye Fan, holding the phone, watched Li Zhaojun strike various graceful and beautiful poses, capturing each beautiful moment of Li Zhaojun with his phone.

After taking pictures for a few minutes, Li Zhaojun took back her phone and then took turns to photograph Ye Fan.

In the end, she even asked a bystander to help take a photo of her and Ye Fan together.

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Past eleven o’clock at night, Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun had finally returned to their hotel.

Back in the Presidential Suite, Li Zhaojun, though having enjoyed herself, couldn’t hide her fatigue.

She sat in the living room for a short while before heading back to the master bedroom to take a bath and rest.

Ye Fan didn’t linger in the living room either.

Shortly after Li Zhaojun left, he too made his way into his room and grabbed clothes to take a shower in the communal bathroom.

Ye Fan wasn’t tired.

After his shower, he didn’t rush to sleep but first rested for a while in the living room.

By then, Cao Hongying, who had been watching television in the living room, had already retired to her room to rest.

Ye Fan sat deep into the sofa with his back against the cushion, somewhat lost in thought.

Suddenly, the text message notification sounded from his phone that was lying on the coffee table.

Ye Fan snapped out of his reverie, sat upright, and picked up his phone to look.

It was a message from Li Zhaojun.

The text said, “Haven’t had this much fun in a long time today.

A bit tired, going to bed early.

I’ll send you the photos when I have time another day.

Goodnight.”

Ye Fan held his phone, his index finger hovered over the screen for quite some time, but ultimately he only replied with two words: Goodnight.

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Three days later, at a little past two in the afternoon on Sunday, Ye Fan, Li Zhaojun, and Cao Hongying flew back to Hua Hai City.

Li Zhaojun didn’t arrange for the company’s staff to pick them up from the airport, so the three of them left the airport in a taxi.

Because it wasn’t on the way, Cao Hongying got out of the cab midway.

Although Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun were also not heading in the same direction, before they got in the taxi, Li Zhaojun had asked Ye Fan in advance to take her home, so he had no choice but to accompany Li Zhaojun by taxi to the gates of the Yu Lin Bay Villa complex.

Upon arriving at the gate of the Yu Lin Bay complex, when the taxi prepared to register to enter the community, Ye Fan, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly turned to the driver and said, “Master, stop here for a moment, I’m getting off.”

The taxi driver responded and pulled the car to a stop.

“Li Zhaojun, I won’t be going in,” Ye Fan turned and said to Li Zhaojun.

Li Zhaojun’s face clearly took on a somber expression, and she replied in a calm voice, “Alright then.”

As Ye Fan got out of the car and went to the trunk to get his luggage, Li Zhaojun quietly clenched her fists and took a deep breath.

She hadn’t arranged for the company to send someone to the airport because she thought her relationship with Ye Fan had eased and had even become much closer than before.

Believing the timing was right, she had intended to invite Ye Fan back to the villa with the pretext of him escorting her home, hoping to subsequently convince him to move back into the villa.

But she hadn’t expected Ye Fan to still refuse to enter the residential area.

Li Zhaojun took a deep breath to steady her emotions, rolled down the car window, poked her head out, and called to Ye Fan who had already retrieved his luggage and was walking away: “Ye Fan!”

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan involuntarily stiffened all over and stopped walking but didn’t dare to turn around.

“You didn’t visit Grandpa on your business trip on Friday, let’s go visit him together at six o’clock,” Li Zhaojun’s voice came from behind.

Hearing this, Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and responded to Li Zhaojun: “Okay.

I’ll wait for you outside the military district compound gate at six o’clock.”

“Thank you,” Li Zhaojun said, then retracted her head and slid up the car window, concealing her exquisitely beautiful face.

Watching the car slowly enter the residential area until it was completely obscured by the buildings, Ye Fan shook his head with a complex expression and withdrew his gaze, feeling an unprecedented longing for Lu Xiaoman in his heart.

He immediately took out his phone and called Lu Xiaoman, hearing her gentle and pleasant voice.

By 8:30 pm, after accompanying Li Zhaojun to visit Old Master Li, Ye Fan left and walked on the road outside the military compound, going in the opposite direction.

Ye Fan didn’t go straight back to the Dingsheng International Hotel but instead called Lu Xiaoman.

Half an hour later, in the office of Hua Hai Martial Arts School, the two met.

Having not seen each other for nearly a week, Lu Xiaoman had changed out of her usual office lady suit and was wearing the elegant and pretty autumn dress Ye Fan had bought her last time.

With light makeup applied, her breathtakingly beautiful face was even more charming and attractive, her smile sweet and gentle, her gaze affectionate and tender.

Looking at Lu Xiaoman, Ye Fan took a breath, reached out to grasp her delicate hand that felt boneless, and held it firmly.

Lu Xiaoman, unaware of Ye Fan’s inner conflict, thought his deep affection was because he hadn’t seen her for a week, and she had missed him just as intensely over the past few days.

Her pretty face flushed slightly with shyness, yet she mustered the courage to step closer to Ye Fan and then gently nestled into his embrace, revealing a blissful smile.

As Lu Xiaoman’s soft and warm body came into his arms, Ye Fan suddenly hugged her tightly, then bent his head for a fervent kiss.

After a round of passionate kissing, they sat on the sofa hugging each other, cooing and affectionate.

After about half an hour of intimate conversation, Ye Fan suddenly fell silent.

“What’s wrong?” Lu Xiaoman asked.

Ye Fan let go of Lu Xiaoman and pulled back slightly, then looked at her seriously and said, “Xiaoman, I need to be honest with you about something.

I hope you can forgive me after you hear it.”

“Mhm.

No matter what you’ve done, I forgive you,” Lu Xiaoman said earnestly.

She sensed that the matter must be serious, as Ye Fan had never spoken to her with such a solemn tone before.

“Thank you,” Ye Fan said, “I…

am actually already married.”

“What?” Lu Xiaoman’s face changed suddenly, and she cried out involuntarily.

She struggled to hold the tears that swirled in her eyes, pleading: “Ye Fan, today isn’t April Fool’s Day, let’s not joke about this, okay?”

Seeing the pain in Lu Xiaoman’s beautiful eyes, Ye Fan felt full of pity, but there were some things he had to face.

He had planned, if he really divorced Li Zhaojun, to keep it a secret from Lu Xiaoman indefinitely, or to tell her a few years later.

But he changed his mind today.

It was time to give Li Zhaojun some fairness.

“It’s true,” Ye Fan said, taking a deep breath and hardening his heart.

Lu Xiaoman tried to suppress her tears, keep them from slipping out, and to appear a bit stronger.

“Who is she?” Lu Xiaoman’s voice trembled as she asked.

Ye Fan averted his gaze, unable to bear the sight of Lu Xiaoman’s beautiful eyes, and said, “She is Li Zhaojun…”