Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 483 - 483 479 Taking Another Opportunity to Understand Ye Fan

483: Chapter 479: Taking Another Opportunity to Understand Ye Fan 483: Chapter 479: Taking Another Opportunity to Understand Ye Fan At last at four o’clock, An Qiye rushed into the Emali Corporation building and entered Li Zhaojun’s office.

“Director Li,” An Qiye put on what he considered his handsomest smile, addressed her politely, and looked straight at Li Zhaojun’s stunningly beautiful face.

Though he tried to keep his gaze normal, his eyes couldn’t help but reveal a touch of ardor when they landed on her gorgeous face.

Li Zhaojun stopped her work, stood up, walked around the desk, and headed towards the sofa near the coffee table.

“Please sit,” she gestured for An Qiye to sit, then elegantly seated herself.

An Qiye happily responded with a “Thank you,” and then sat down on the sofa to Li Zhaojun’s right.

As Li Zhaojun began making tea, she spoke evenly, “Sorry to have you come all this way.

I generally don’t accept private dinner invitations, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Hehe, understood,” An Qiye quickly replied.

An Qiye then started with some small talk, “Lately, has your group been developing smoothly?”

“It’s alright,” Li Zhaojun briefly responded.

An Qiye continued with a few more phrases of small talk, to which Li Zhaojun responded tepidly with brief answers.

Next, although Li Zhaojun hadn’t finished making the tea, An Qiye didn’t dare continue with the small talk, fearing that Li Zhaojun would get impatient.

He quietly watched Li Zhaojun make the tea, staring at her beautiful appearance and couldn’t help but be slightly mesmerized.

After a while, Li Zhaojun finished making the tea, poured a cup for An Qiye, and another for herself, then said, “Please, have some tea.”

“Thank you,” An Qiye came to his senses, quickly smiled in thanks, then carefully picked up the tea, took a delicate sip, and complimented it.

Li Zhaojun showed no particular reaction, simply savored a sip of tea, and then inquired, “What brings you here?”

An Qiye asked, “I heard there’s an employee in your group named Ye Fan, he’s your distant cousin?”

Li Zhaojun’s heart fluttered abruptly, but she maintained a calm exterior and asked lightly, “What about him?”

“Nothing much.

Just a small conflict arose between him and a friend of mine,” An Qiye spoke casually, “Due to that, my friend was arrested by the police.

Ye Fan wasn’t injured or suffered any losses, but my friend now faces the threat of imprisonment.

Really, my friend didn’t commit any crime; under normal circumstances, at most he would receive some criticism and education, but because Ye Fan made things difficult for him…”

“When did this happen?” asked Li Zhaojun evenly.

Normally, she would have immediately refused, but she was currently interested in the events surrounding Ye Fan, so she patiently asked for the details.

An Qiye had been closely observing Li Zhaojun’s expression, seeing that she maintained her calm demeanor without interrupting him, which confirmed his guess: Li Zhaojun’s familial relationship with Ye Fan was quite distant, and Li Zhaojun didn’t care much about Ye Fan.

“This noon,” An Qiye said casually.

Li Zhaojun asked softly, “I don’t quite understand, you should have a wide network, there should be many ways to help your friend?”

“Hehe, not to make you laugh, but although I do have many connections, I had to come to you on this matter,” An Qiye said, “The head of the criminal police at the police station, Zhao Lina, has adamantly sided with Ye Fan, taking a tough stance on the case, ignoring even the suggestions of Director Luo and Deputy Director Chen.”

“Zhao Lina?

The daughter of Secretary Zhao?” Li Zhaojun immediately caught onto the name Zhao Lina.

She had met Zhao Lina, a strikingly attractive policewoman with an exaggeratedly large chest.

An Qiye nodded, “That’s her.”

“Are Ye Fan and Zhao Lina close?” Li Zhaojun asked.

An Qiye felt even more relieved when he heard Li Zhaojun was unaware of Ye Fan’s social circle.

He replied, “Not sure, but probably not bad.”

“Oh,” Li Zhaojun acknowledged, then stopped speaking, pondering over the relationship between Ye Fan and Zhao Lina.

Seeing that Li Zhaojun was deep in thought and not speaking, An Qiye waited a moment and then said, “Director Li, can you ask Ye Fan to step back?”

“I don’t know what specific conflict occurred between Ye Fan and your friend; how can I advise Ye Fan to step back?” Li Zhaojun responded calmly, “You’d better tell me the details of their conflict.”

An Qiye had anticipated this question from Li Zhaojun; he deliberately downplayed the incident that had occurred at Yun Qi Club, briefly explaining it.

Of course, he couldn’t reveal the whole truth, merely mentioning that Meng Zhanpeng was jealous over Dongfang Yun Qi fighting for Ye Fan’s attention.

Li Zhaojun felt slightly annoyed when she learned that Ye Fan had a complicated relationship with Dongfang Yun Qi and was fighting over him with others.

After hearing An Qiye’s account, Li Zhaojun guessed it must have been Meng Zhanpeng causing trouble for Ye Fan at noon, only to end up being dealt with by Ye Fan and taken to the police station.

“I understand now,” Li Zhaojun’s tone changed, her posture straightened, radiating an intimidating aura, and she spoke coldly, “After all, it was your friend’s fault.

I won’t interfere with Ye Fan’s decision.

Moreover, whoever dares to touch Ye Fan is picking a fight with me, Li Zhaojun!”

“This!” An Qiye was taken aback by the drastic change in Li Zhaojun’s attitude, not expecting her to express such strong support for Ye Fan.

Frowning, he said, “This was a minor issue, and both parties were at fault.

Isn’t this reaction a bit harsh?”

“If it reached the police station, it’s not a minor issue,” Li Zhaojun said coldly, “Mr.

An, you may leave now.

I won’t see you out.”

With that, Li Zhaojun stood up and walked back to her desk.

An Qiye’s face turned sour, annoyed that Li Zhaojun did not want to minimize and defuse the issue but instead forcefully backed Ye Fan.

“Damn, who said Ye Fan was Li Zhaojun’s distant cousin?

I’ll smack him!

Made me humiliate myself for nothing!” An Qiye cursed inwardly.

Collecting his emotions, An Qiye stood and addressed Li Zhaojun, “Director Li, leave some leeway for future interaction.

Meng Zhanpeng’s father is the chairman of Liyang Group, not a weak opponent.

I hope you’ll consider this carefully.

I won’t bother you further.”

With that, he turned and left.

Li Zhaojun didn’t consider An Qiye’s parting words at all.

She sat at her desk, pulled out an A4 paper detailing Ye Fan’s social relations from the drawer, and began writing the names Zhao Lina and Dongfang Yun Qi, as well as An Qiye and Meng Zhanpeng.

Then she drew lines to illustrate their connections with Ye Fan.

“Zhao Lina?

Dongfang Yun Qi?” As Li Zhaojun looked at these names on the paper, images of Zhao Lina and Dongfang Yun Qi came to her mind—both famous beauties of Hua Hai city.

“Ye Fan, your background,” she mused, her brows subtly furrowed, “I will verify it one by one.”