Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 411 - 411 407 Farewell

411: Chapter 407: Farewell 411: Chapter 407: Farewell Early in the morning, just after seven o’clock, Ye Fan finished washing up and left his room first to knock on Qiao Feixuan’s door.

Qiao Feixuan opened the door and let Ye Fan in.

“Mom, did you sleep well last night?” Ye Fan asked with a smile, showing his concern.

Qiao Feixuan giggled and said, “What’s this?

Coming over early in the morning to butter me up?”

She had already washed up and changed her clothes but hadn’t started to put on her makeup.

As she spoke, she walked back to her vanity and sat down.

Ye Fan followed and sat down at the edge of the bed behind the vanity.

He smiled and said, “Yes.”

“You’ve been in Hua Hai City for a few days now, and I haven’t had the chance to talk to you alone,” Ye Fan continued.

Qiao Feixuan, while applying her skincare products, laughed and said, “That is true.

Ah, time is always too short, three or four days pass in the blink of an eye.”

After a pause, she turned around, looked at Ye Fan’s face, and said, “My dear son, how about you come back to the Forty-Nine City next month and stay with mom for half a month?”

As she spoke, she affectionately extended her hand and gently caressed Ye Fan’s face.

“After this year, I’m afraid you won’t be able to stay in the country,” Qiao Feixuan said somewhat sadly.

Ye Fan said, “Go back to the Forty-Nine City for a short stay?

I would like that.

Unfortunately, if I really go back to the Forty-Nine City, I’m afraid I’ll be kicked out of the country by the old man within three days.”

Qiao Feixuan couldn’t help but complain, “You Ye family have hearts of stone, completely lacking in human warmth!

I really regret marrying your father.”

“If you hadn’t gotten married, you might still be abroad fighting for your life,” Ye Fan said with a wry smile.

Since he entered the military at the age of sixteen, he and his mother had been separated more than together, barely spending a few days together throughout the year.

Qiao Feixuan put aside her makeup and began to reminisce with her son.

About twelve or thirteen minutes passed, and the doorbell rang.

Qiao Feixuan glanced at the door and said, “That should be your wife.”

Having said that, she turned back to face the vanity and resumed her makeup routine.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan stood up and went to open the door.

As the door opened, there indeed stood Li Zhaojun, all dressed up.

Li Zhaojun peeked inside and said, “Did I interrupt your chat?

Sorry.”

“Come in,” Ye Fan stepped aside and said flatly.

Li Zhaojun shook her head and said, “No, I’ll go back to my room and watch TV for a bit.

Call me when you’re going for breakfast.”

“Alright,” Ye Fan didn’t insist.

After closing the door, Ye Fan walked back and sat down at the edge of the bed behind the vanity.

Qiao Feixuan turned her head for a glance and, not seeing Li Zhaojun come in, asked, “Wasn’t that Zhao Jun?”

“It was her.

But she saw you were still getting ready, so she didn’t want to disturb us and went back to the next room,” Ye Fan explained.

Qiao Feixuan responded with an “oh,” actually pleased with Li Zhaojun’s consideration.

On this trip to Hua Hai City, although it was because of Li Zhaojun, at the end of the day, it was for her son Ye Fan.

After giving Ye Fan the cold shoulder for several days, today she was going back, and of course, she hoped to spend some time alone with him for a heart-to-heart.

Half an hour later, Ye Fan and Qiao Feixuan finally came out of the room.

They called for Li Zhaojun, and the three went to the restaurant for breakfast together.

After breakfast, Ye Fan, Li Zhaojun, and Qiao Feixuan didn’t continue sightseeing.

Instead, they returned to their room to chat and prepared to rest a bit before starting their journey back to Hua Hai City.

While they were chatting, Ye Fan’s phone suddenly rang.

He took a look—it was a call from Mo Shang.

So, Ye Fan hung up the call and said to Qiao Feixuan and Li Zhaojun, “I’m going to take a call.”

“Go ahead,” Qiao Feixuan said with a smile.

Ye Fan walked out of the room and went to another guest room to take the call.

“Boss, the information on Lorne Blakey has been completely gathered,” Mo Shang said over the phone.

Ye Fan said, “Good.

Send it to me via email.”

“Okay,” Mo Shang replied.

After a few seconds, she continued, “It has been sent.”

“Mhm,” Ye Fan asked, “Which city in the United States is Lorne Blakey in?”

Mo Shang answered, “Seattle, in the state of Washington.”

“Alright, good work,” Ye Fan said, figuring Mo Shang must have collected the information overnight.

After ending the call with Mo Shang, Ye Fan pulled up the contact details for Song Hongbing from the Hua Hai City State Security Department on his phone and made the call.

Song Hongbing picked up quickly.

“Director Song, this is Ye Fan.

I have an urgent mission and need to travel to the United States this afternoon around two o’clock.

Could you please help me with the visa and purchase a plane ticket for me?

The destination is preferably Seattle in the state of Washington,” Ye Fan said.

“I’ll text you my identity card information later.”

Song Hongbing, aware of Ye Fan’s position as the leader of the Dragon Group, directly replied, “No problem.”

After hanging up, Ye Fan composed a text message and sent it to Song Hongbing.

Of course, the identity card information he sent to Song Hongbing was of another fake identity, not named Ye Fan, but Li Ling.

The text message was sent out, and soon he received a reply from Song Hongbing, “Received.”

After turning off his phone screen, Ye Fan took a deep breath.

Now that the C-I-A and F-B-I had joined forces to set a trap for him, he would enter the United States as soon as possible, unexpectedly ahead of their plans.

He intended to eliminate Lorne Blakey, who dared to put a bounty on his head, before their trap was perfectly set, and then quickly leave the United States.

Meanwhile, Li Zhaojun saw Ye Fan avoiding her again to take a call, which made her feel as if a thorn had pierced her heart.

She couldn’t help but tightly clench her jade-like hands that had been resting on the bed, though her pretty face maintained its composure.

“Mom, thank you for coming to Hua Hai City,” Li Zhaojun thanked Qiao Feixuan while Ye Fan was away.

Qiao Feixuan replied with a smile, “Hehe, I really wanted to see you all.

Of course, I also had official business.”

As she spoke, she reached out to hold Li Zhaojun’s jade-like hand and urged her, “Zhao Jun, Ye Fan may be a bit rough due to his military background.

Please be tolerant of him.

Moreover, I am not always by his side.

He has been a child without much affection since childhood.

I hope you can take care of him on my behalf.

Can you do that?”

“Mom, he is my husband.

I will do my best to treat him well,” Li Zhaojun said.

Qiao Feixuan nodded, placed her other hand on top of Li Zhaojun’s and caressed it, smilingly saying, “Ye Fan is fortunate to have married such a beautiful and capable wife like you; it’s the blessing of three lifetimes.”

Li Zhaojun’s pretty face turned slightly red.

She lowered her head slightly, remaining silent.

At ten o’clock in the morning, Ye Fan, Li Zhaojun, and Qiao Feixuan finally drove back to Hua Hai City.

As they were in a hurry to catch the flight, Qiao Feixuan had already packed the luggage in advance.

So instead of driving back to Li Zhaojun’s villa, Ye Fan headed straight for the airport.

At the airport, Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun saw Qiao Feixuan off to the security checkpoint.

As they were parting, Qiao Feixuan hugged Ye Fan and then, with tears in her eyes, covered her mouth and ran into the security checkpoint.