Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 454 - 454 450 Ye Fan Regrets

454: Chapter 450 Ye Fan Regrets 454: Chapter 450 Ye Fan Regrets After blocking Yang Zecheng’s mobile number and deleting the call records, Li Zhaojun took an A4 sheet of paper and wrote Ye Fan’s name in the center with refined, powerful strokes.

Then, she wrote the names of Yang Zecheng and Tantai Wanrong around Ye Fan’s name.

She directly connected the names with lines.

On the line between Ye Fan and Yang Zecheng, she wrote “enemy” in small letters, and on the line between Ye Fan and Tantai Wanrong, she wrote “aunt?” with a question mark.

Then she put a question mark on the line between Yang Zecheng and Tantai Wanrong.

After writing these, Li Zhaojun thought for a moment, then added Lu Xiaoman’s name and connected it to Ye Fan’s with a line, writing “lover” in the middle.

Next, she wrote down Hu Jing’s name, and on the connecting line, she wrote “female coworker with an ambiguous attitude” in small letters.

Pausing her pen, Li Zhaojun carefully examined the preliminary interpersonal relationship chart of Ye Fan in Hua Hai City that she had laid out.

However, she paused to think, covered up the white paper, then used the landline to call Wang Siyan to come and retrieve her mobile phone.

Soon, Wang Siyan knocked and entered.

After returning the mobile to Wang Siyan, Li Zhaojun said, “I just used your phone to make a call to someone; if you receive texts from a stranger in the next few days, do not respond or pay attention to it.”

“Alright,” Wang Siyan replied.

Although curious, Wang Siyan understood very well that this was Li Zhaojun’s privacy, which she absolutely could not probe.

If Li Zhaojun discovered she had pried into her privacy, the consequences would probably mean immediate termination.

Once Wang Siyan left, Li Zhaojun flipped over Ye Fan’s interpersonal relationship chart in Hua Hai City, her gaze resting on the name “Tantai Wanrong.”

“Tantai Wanrong?

Aunt?” Li Zhaojun reflected, “It seems that Ye Fan has a very close relationship with Tantai Wanrong.”

Li Zhaojun knew Tantai Wanrong and had interacted with her; she was aware that Tantai Wanrong was a very beautiful, charming, and competent businesswoman.

“I remember Tian Ya and Tantai Wanrong are best friends.

This Saturday is perfect for her to arrange a meeting with Tantai Wanrong,” Li Zhaojun thought secretly, “to probe into what Tantai Wanrong might reveal.”

Around five in the afternoon, Li Zhaojun called Ye Fan, reminding him that today was Friday and that he should accompany her to visit Old Master Li.

At about forty minutes past six in the evening, in the second-floor corridor of the red-wall building, Li Zhaojun habitually lightly hooked her hand through Ye Fan’s left arm, making a show of affection.

Ye Fan silently endured the temptation that Li Zhaojun’s light touch on his arm brought, focusing on walking forward.

Close to nine at night, Li Zhaojun, “intimately” hooking Ye Fan’s arm, left Old Master Li’s house, and just before reaching the staircase, she coldly released Ye Fan’s arm.

The two walked down the stairs in silence and continued in silence to their car in the parking lot.

Stopping in front of the car, they turned to face each other.

“What good ideas do you have for the old man’s birthday gift?” Ye Fan asked.

Li Zhaojun spoke indifferently, “I have thought of two things, but I am not sure if they are suitable.

What about you?”

“I’ve thought of three things,” Ye Fan said, unashamedly taking credit for the accomplishments of Dongfang Yunqi.

At that moment, a gust of autumn wind blew, causing Li Zhaojun, who was dressed a bit lightly, to visibly shrink.

It was now deep autumn, and the temperature had dropped significantly.

Around nine at night, the air was heavy with mist and cold.

Seeing this, Ye Fan said, “Let’s talk in the car.”

“Uh-huh,” Zhao Jun replied as she walked toward her car.

Ye Fan had originally intended to head to his own car, but since Zhao Jun was walking toward hers, he had no choice but to follow her.

Upon entering the Maserati president’s car, closing the door isolated them from the cold air and howling wind.

The car’s interior was luxuriously decorated, the air fragrant, mixed faintly with Zhao Jun’s delicate scent.

With soft car lights, the atmosphere filled with tranquility and warmth.

Ye Fan couldn’t help but turn to look at the beauty in the driver’s seat.

Her profile was exquisitely beautiful, her curves rose and fell in the chest area, close enough to be tantalizing.

Zhao Jun felt the intense gaze Ye Fan cast toward her, but she kept her pretty face cool and indifferent, also not turning to meet Ye Fan’s gaze.

However, in just two or three seconds, she felt his gaze shift away from her, causing a few strands of disappointment to rise in her heart.

She pretended to inadvertently turn her head slightly and caught a glimpse of Ye Fan.

He had returned his head back, his eyes looking straight forward.

She saw his tall and straight nose, and his manly, chiseled, resolute profile.

Her heart suddenly thumped wildly, and she quickly withdrew her bright eyes.

The two sat in thoughtful silence for several minutes before finally beginning to discuss what birthday gift would be suitable for Old Master Ye.

As the discussion progressed, they inevitably turned slightly toward each other, face-to-face for the talk.

Facing each other, eyes meeting eyes, whether intentionally or not, they both spoke in quieter tones.

To hear each other clearly, each leaned slightly forward.

Gradually, as Zhao Jun spoke, Ye Fan felt a warm, orchid-like breath waft over his face, slightly tingling and very comfortable.

The air he breathed into his lungs carried a hint of sweetness—it was Zhao Jun’s breath.

Zhao Jun felt the same.

Just moments before in the chilly outdoors, she had felt cold, but now with her heartbeat quickening, she found herself feeling warm.

A charming flush rose slightly on her exquisite face, her eyes slowly becoming as gentle as water, her breathing uncontrollably turning quicker and heavier.

As they talked, the conversation died down without them realizing it.

Ye Fan’s gaze uncontrollably landed on Zhao Jun’s tender and sensuous lips.

He wished to lean over and kiss her, tasting their softness and sweetness.

Just then, Zhao Jun suddenly closed her eyes, maintaining her posture, an image of yielding readiness.

Seeing this, Ye Fan’s breathing suddenly deepened, his heart drumming wildly as his body turned hot, almost sweating.

Huff—inhale—

He breathed out heavily, the hot breath landing on Zhao Jun’s stunning face.

Zhao Jun could feel Ye Fan continuously edging closer, making her feel both nervous and expectant.

At this moment, she forgot that she was still angry at Ye Fan, forgot that she still hadn’t forgiven him for leaving the room to answer a phone call on that night.

Unconsciously, Ye Fan leaned his upper body closer bit by bit, his lips drawing near to Zhao Jun’s beautifully delicate ones.

When they were less than five centimeters apart, he suddenly shuddered, pulling himself back to his senses.

Struggling against the limitless temptation, he forcefully pulled himself back.

If he kissed Zhao Jun now, it would be even harder to divorce her later.

With Zhao Jun, there were only moments of thrilling joy, followed by endless unhappy days.

This was not the life he wanted.

Zhao Jun felt Ye Fan pulling away, her heart filling instantly with disappointment, loss, humiliation, resentment, sorrow, and anger.

Yet in a moment, she suppressed all her emotions, slowly opened her beautiful eyes, showing no anger, disappointment, or resentment.

Her face was calm as water, but Ye Fan felt a chilling indifference.

An indifference that made him regret deeply, suffering unbearably, driving him mad.

“No!

No!

She can’t be like this!

She can’t be so cold toward me!…”

A voice screamed incessantly in his mind, a strong impulse made him throw caution to the wind, rush over, and tightly embrace Zhao Jun’s delicate body, furiously kissing her tender, soft lips.