Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 527 - 527 523 Family

527: Chapter 523: Family 527: Chapter 523: Family On the drive back home, Ye Fan glanced somewhat gloomily at Li Zhaojun, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

He hadn’t expected the old Mr.

Ye to think so highly of Li Zhaojun, making the potential divorce process even more complicated.

After a few minutes, Li Zhaojun turned her head to Ye Fan and said, “We have plenty of time now, if you have other things to do, don’t rush to accompany me to visit my mother.”

Ye Fan was left speechless for a moment—who was rushing to see your mother?

But some things still had to be done.

“Having plenty of time is one thing, but it doesn’t delay visiting your…

uh, our mother,” Ye Fan said, “We can’t make it today, but let’s visit our mother together tomorrow morning.

However, tomorrow is the old man’s birthday, so we shouldn’t stay too long.

Also, we need to buy a Christmas cactus as a birthday gift.

Once the old man’s celebrations are over, we can spend one or two days exclusively with our mother.

What do you think?”

“That sounds good, let’s do as you said,” Li Zhaojun replied.

Subsequently, Ye Fan focused on driving, while Li Zhaojun sat quietly.

However, halfway through the drive, Ye Fan’s phone suddenly rang.

Glancing at it while driving, it was from Mo Shang.

Thus, Ye Fan initially ignored the call and then pulled over.

“I’m going to take a call, just a moment,” he said as he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to Li Zhaojun.

“Okay, go ahead,” Li Zhaojun responded calmly.

She pondered quietly: It must be a work call, right?

If it were Lu Xiaoman or another woman’s call, he could wait to take it at home, away from me.

Stepping about ten meters away from the car, Ye Fan finally found a deserted spot and dialed back Mo Shang.

Soon, the call connected.

“Mo Shang, what’s up?” Ye Fan asked.

Mo Shang said over the phone, “Boss, I’ve found some information on Caesar’s cases recently, and there’s a very unusual situation.”

“What’s the situation?” Ye Fan immediately asked.

Mo Shang explained, “From the scenes of Caesar’s crimes, his appearances and departures are extremely mysterious, almost as if he appears and disappears out of thin air, leaving no traces.

It’s happened not just once but several times.

I think we can’t judge Caesar by normal standards; he might be similar to the superheroes like Spider-Man or Batman from the United States.”

“Comrade Mo Shang, please keep your beliefs strong.

You’re an atheist, stay away from talking about gods and supernatural powers,” Ye Fan sternly said.

“I…” Mo Shang sounded somewhat aggrieved.

Ye Fan cut her off, “Alright.

The reason Caesar seems mysterious is that his whereabouts are very well concealed.

Just keep a close eye on information about Caesar, and don’t indulge in wild speculations.”

“Yes, boss,” Mo Shang responded.

“Anything else?” Ye Fan asked.

“That’s all,” Mo Shang replied.

After hanging up, Ye Fan returned to the car and continued driving home.

Li Zhaojun did not ask.

Upon arriving home, they went up to the second floor and changed into clean clothes.

After changing, they walked out of the room, and Qiao Feixuan was already sitting on the couch on the second floor watching TV.

Naturally, Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun went over to sit next to Qiao Feixuan, joining her in watching TV and chatting.

After chatting for less than an hour, it was time for dinner.

While upstairs in the living room, they heard the noise of Ye Fan’s father, Ye Guohua, returning from work.

Ye Fan and the others ended their TV watching and chatting and went downstairs to meet Ye Guohua.

Descending to the first floor lobby, Ye Fan saw his father sitting on the couch with his eyes closed, resting.

“Dad,” Ye Fan called out.

Ye Guohua opened his eyes, straightened up and, seeing Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun, greeted them with a slight nod without much of a smile as he remained seated on the couch.

Qiao Feixuan immediately took offense, saying, “What are you ‘hmming’ about?

Your son and daughter-in-law finally come home to Si Jiu City, and you’re still acting all high and mighty?

Are you trying to scare them away?”

Ye Guohua’s stern face showed some helplessness as he stood up and said to Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun, “Fan, Zhaojun, come sit and talk.”

Ye Fan walked over without a word.

Li Zhaojun respectfully replied, “Yes, Dad,” and followed Ye Fan, sitting down next to him.

Qiao Feixuan didn’t need to be called; she walked over and sat beside Ye Guohua.

This villa was hers after all; she was the real master of the house.

Sitting next to Ye Guohua, she continued, “Tonight, no matter what work or social engagements you have, you must cancel them and stay at home!”

Ye Guohua pondered for a moment and then agreed, “Alright.”

The conversation that followed was brief and insubstantial before they all went to the dining room for dinner.

The dinner was extravagant, with a table full of delicacies and wine provided.

Ye Fan and Ye Guohua shared a bottle of thirty-year-old Moutai, while Li Zhaojun and Qiao Feixuan opened a bottle of ’82 Lafite.

At the dinner table, Qiao Feixuan was very attentive to Li Zhaojun, constantly adding food to her bowl and urging her to eat more and take care of her health.

Ye Fan and Ye Guohua clinked glasses but hardly spoke.

It wasn’t that Ye Fan and Ye Guohua had a cold relationship, but like many father and son relationships, there wasn’t much to talk about if there was nothing specific.

Therefore, at the dinner table, it was mostly Qiao Feixuan’s voice that was heard, followed by Li Zhaojun’s, with Ye Fan speaking less.

After dinner, the Ye family moved to the living room on the second floor to rest, drink tea, watch TV, and chat.

During this time, the housekeeper brought in a lot of cut fruit.

In the second-floor living room, Ye Guohua finally seemed more approachable and occasionally smiled while talking.

However, Ye Fan sadly noticed that Ye Guohua was also very kind to Li Zhaojun.

Thinking about it, his marriage to Li Zhaojun was entirely due to his father, Ye Guohua’s will.

After all, in modern society, unlike the olden days, such arranged engagements made twenty years ago could be dismissed with a laugh and not taken seriously, and nobody would pursue it.

But with Ye Guohua’s insistence, both Ye and Li families agreed, and the arranged engagement became reality.

Around nine in the evening, Ye Guohua disengaged from the conversation and picked up a copy of “Seeking Truth,” reading it intently.

With Ye Guohua out of the conversation, Ye Fan, Li Zhaojun, and Qiao Feixuan chatted more freely and comfortably.

Around ten-thirty, the family chat ended, and everyone returned to their rooms to bathe and prepare for bed.

Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun entered their room and closed the door, where Ye Fan distinctly saw that Li Zhaojun’s pretty face still bore a happy expression.

“You go ahead and take a bath first,” Ye Fan said indifferently to Li Zhaojun.

Li Zhaojun acknowledged.

As Ye Fan walked further into the room, he suddenly noticed that there was a brand-new dressing table in his room.

His original desk had been moved to the side, replaced by the dressing table.

“My mom really treats you well,” Ye Fan said, slightly jealous.

Li Zhaojun smiled and nodded, “Yes, Mom is really good to me, I’ll take good care of her in the future.”