Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 402 - 402 398 The First Night

402: Chapter 398: The First Night 402: Chapter 398: The First Night After the room went completely dark, silence fell, and Ye Fan could hear his own heartbeat and breathing, and of course, the breathing of Li Zhaojun, only a meter away from him, as well as the faint fragrance that belonged to her.

Was it lingering on the pillow, or wafting over from her?

Ye Fan obviously felt too embarrassed to really turn his head and sniff the pillow.

About fifteen minutes passed when he felt Li Zhaojun turn over, and then he heard her softly call out, “Ye Fan.”

“Mm,” Ye Fan responded, turning to face her direction, seeing that Li Zhaojun had also turned to face him.

Even without light, the window allowed a dim light to filter in, and once his eyes adjusted, it didn’t feel truly dark at all.

Facing Li Zhaojun and looking at her stunningly beautiful face and bright eyes, Ye Fan’s gaze softened.

“I’m having a bit of trouble sleeping,” Li Zhaojun said softly.

“Mm, that’s normal,” Ye Fan replied.

“If you could fall asleep so quickly, it would mean either you’re very thick-skinned, or you’re completely exhausted.

Clearly, you’re neither.”

“Mm, what about you?” asked Li Zhaojun.

“I can’t sleep just yet either,” said Ye Fan.

The two of them continued to chat idly, talking endlessly until Li Zhaojun gradually fell silent, her eyes closed, and she began to breathe evenly.

Ye Fan turned to lie on his back; he was also feeling sleepy now, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

The next day, around six o’clock, Ye Fan awoke amidst deep sleep to some movement and saw that Li Zhaojun had just gotten out of bed and was tiptoeing into the bathroom to wash up.

To avoid an awkward situation, Ye Fan continued to feign sleep.

However, he couldn’t help but think to himself that, expecting a torturous night, he had fallen asleep after chatting with Li Zhaojun, aside from some wild thoughts just after lying down.

“It seems there’s nothing to worry about, even sleeping in the same bed as her,” he concluded.

About five or six minutes passed, and Ye Fan felt Li Zhaojun emerge from the bathroom, go to the wardrobe to fetch clothes, and then re-enter the bathroom.

Another three or four minutes went by, and Li Zhaojun came out of the bathroom again.

Ye Fan thought that Li Zhaojun would wake him up after changing her clothes, but she didn’t.

Suddenly, he noticed light in the room and heard soft noises in front.

Curious, he cracked open an eye and saw Li Zhaojun sitting at the vanity, applying various skincare products, with a small white light illuminated there.

Seeing that Li Zhaojun had her back to him, Ye Fan opened his eyes comfortably to appreciate the graceful contour of her back.

Her hair cascaded down her shoulders to her mid-waist, her shoulders as sharp as chiseled, her slender back elegant, and her tiny waist just enough to be encircled by the hands; she was indeed the epitome of beauty.

Especially the series of actions filled with life’s breath—applying skincare, putting on light makeup, and brushing her lovely hair—radiated a unique kind of beauty.

Ye Fan watched, utterly captivated.

Li Zhaojun sat in front of the vanity for about seven or eight minutes before she finally finished.

Before she turned around, Ye Fan hurriedly closed his eyes.

Soon, Ye Fan heard Li Zhaojun get up and walk gracefully toward him, come to the side of the bed, and then softly call out, “Ye Fan, Ye Fan, it’s time to get up.”

Ye Fan feigned being startled awake and opened his eyes to the breathtakingly beautiful face of Li Zhaojun glowing radiantly before him.

“Hehe, good morning,” he greeted.

Li Zhaojun chuckled lightly and said, “Mm, good morning.

You should get up and wash up, mom might be up as well.

I’ll go downstairs first to check if breakfast is ready.”

“Alright,” Ye Fan responded, aware that Li Zhaojun was trying to avoid awkwardness.

After washing up and dressing neatly, Ye Fan went downstairs to find Li Zhaojun and Qiao Feixuan already sitting in the dining room, chatting and having breakfast.

Seeing Ye Fan walk over, Li Zhaojun looked up and invited him to join them for breakfast.

Ye Fan smiled and acknowledged the invitation before saying hello to Qiao Feixuan.

Qiao Feixuan glanced at Ye Fan and said, “You’re really lazy, aren’t you?

If you had come down any later, we would have eaten your breakfast too.

Look at Zhao Jun, she got up early and even helped prepare breakfast.

Learn from her.”

Ye Fan apologized with an embarrassed smile, feeling that his mother’s attitude towards him had done a complete one-eighty in Li Zhaojun’s presence.

Before, she had been extremely indulgent with him, but now she was quite critical, giving Ye Fan the impression that Li Zhaojun was her real daughter and he was just an outsider.

However, he got a clear message that his mother really liked Li Zhaojun as a daughter-in-law.

This made him reconsider the issue of divorce.

After breakfast, since Qiao Feixuan also had “work” to handle and had to meet with her three subordinates, she took Li Zhaojun’s Maserati, leaving Ye Fan to drive his own car.

After driving out of the villa complex, Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun casually chatted on the way to Emali Group.

The conversation flowed effortlessly between them since they had enjoyed a good chat the previous night, so Li Zhaojun didn’t need to be the one deliberately initiating conversation with him.

This was a big change from the past when they would ride in the same car and barely speak.

Upon arriving at Emali Group, Ye Fan sat briefly in the office before leaving to drive to Dingsheng International Hotel to pick up the “Wandering Prisoner” mask, then headed to Nahua Records.

Yesterday, Ye Fan received a call from Shen Yan, who had already arranged everything with Nahua Records, and the arrangement for “She Said” was well-rehearsed by Nahua Records’ professional band.

This meant that he could harmonize with the band and then record “She Said” in the studio.

Concerned that his identity might be exposed by his car, Ye Fan couldn’t drive directly to Nahua Records.

He had arranged to meet Shen Yan at a certain location near Nahua Records.

Sitting in Shen Yan’s car without any hitches and seeing her ethereally beautiful face that he hadn’t seen for a while, Ye Fan couldn’t help but smile and say, “Yanyan, you seem even prettier after this time apart.”

“Oh, stop, I’ve heard that kind of talk from countless other men,” Shen Yan replied coquettishly with a sideways glance at Ye Fan, not at all flattered.

Ye Fan chuckled.

Shen Yan started the car and casually joked while driving, “You take secrecy so seriously, you make me feel like you’re a Nationalist spy.

Is it really that critical?”

“Hehe, of course it’s critical,” Ye Fan replied.

“Um, but could you not describe me as a Nationalist spy?

Wouldn’t it be much more impressive to say I’m an undercover operative for the Party?”

Shen Yan couldn’t help but laugh and said, “Anyway, it’s pretty much the same.”

“The difference is huge.

One represents justice and the other represents evil.

I think my character, Prisoner Two, is an embodiment of justice,” Ye Fan said.

As he spoke, he put on the mask, completely covering his face.

Shen Yan glanced over at “Prisoner Two” and reminded Ye Fan, “While no one will know it’s you when you arrive in my car, when we leave, I bet the paparazzi will be following.

You better think about how you’re going to shake off the paparazzi.

Just a friendly reminder, they’re incredibly persistent and have strong tracking skills.

Wearing that noticeable mask, you must not be careless.”