Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 539 - 539 535 Ye Fan's Future

539: Chapter 535: Ye Fan’s Future 539: Chapter 535: Ye Fan’s Future Having taken the advantage, Ye Fan let go of Mo Xiaoyan, took a deep breath, and calmed down.

As he calmed down, Ye Fan felt so guilty and regretful that he wanted to slap himself: What was this?

He had just shared a passionate kiss with Xiaoman, and then within an hour, he was kissing his little auntie, that was just beastly!

Was he even human?

He must resist his little auntie’s temptations in the future!

Thinking this, he no longer wanted to be alone with Mo Xiaoyan in the room.

Ye Fan put on a stern face and said, “You rest here for a while, I’m going out for some fresh air.”

Saying this, and without looking at Mo Xiaoyan’s expression, he left the training room directly.

After six o’clock, Ye Fan went out to dinner with Lu Xiaoman and Mo Xiaoyan.

After dinner, they continued on to the high-end shopping center for some shopping.

While at the mall, Mo Xiaoyan was tactful and didn’t cling to Ye Fan’s arm like she did last time at Yonghui Club.

Perhaps feeling guilty, Mo Xiaoyan deliberately quarreled with Ye Fan from time to time, throwing glances to make it seem like their relationship was not that good.

They shopped at the mall until half-past ten at night.

Although Lu Xiaoman maintained her simple and thrifty habits, Mo Xiaoyan was quite a spender, so when they left the shopping center, Ye Fan and the others were laden with large and small bags of purchases, having spent around two to three hundred thousand.

Half of this mountain of items was for Lu Xiaoman, and the other half was kept by Mo Xiaoyan herself.

While Ye Fan accompanied Lu Xiaoman and Mo Xiaoyan shopping, a heated argument was taking place in the Ye family’s villa in the capital.

Inside the main bedroom on the second floor, Qiao Feixuan and Ye Guohua had just taken a bath and come out.

Ye Guohua sat habitually at the head of the bed, picking up an internal publication to study in detail, waiting for Qiao Feixuan to finish her skincare routine at the dressing table before going to bed together.

However, this time Qiao Feixuan hurriedly finished applying her skincare products, then sat down in front of Ye Guohua and said, “I’m planning to put our son into politics.

Do you agree?”

“Uh-huh,” Ye Guohua, engrossed in the crucial part of his reading, absently responded.

But the next moment, he realized what she had said and looked up to ask, “What did you just say?”

Qiao Feixuan retorted, “Since you’ve already agreed, why do you care what I said?”

“No, did you say just now that you want our son to go into politics?” Ye Guohua asked with a frown.

Qiao Feixuan crossed her arms and replied, “Correct!”

“Nonsense!” Ye Guohua’s face immediately darkened as he scolded, placing the publication aside on the nightstand, clearly angered.

Normally, Qiao Feixuan would have backed down in the face of Ye Guohua’s demeanor, but this time she met his gaze head-on and said loudly, “I’m not talking nonsense!

Being a soldier is too dangerous!

Moreover, he’s abroad all year round and can’t even come home!”

Ye Guohua replied sternly, “Since ancient times, too much maternal love has ruined children!

Our son is doing well in the army and serving the country.

You want him to retire and become a public servant all of a sudden — you think you’re doing him a favor, but you’re actually harming him!”

“Your Ye family sending my son to the military from a young age was for his good?!” Qiao Feixuan shot back, “Other people’s sons are enjoying a peaceful and beautiful college life on campus, learning cultural knowledge, dating girls — why should my son have already faced life and death countless times!

And he was hunted down by the world’s top assassin for so long.

Just a few days ago, if it weren’t for Zhao Jun taking a bullet for him, my son would be dead already!”

Ye Guohua, with a hard expression, replied, “As a soldier, he should always be ready to die for his country!

What’s there to complain about!”

“I am complaining!

I can’t bear to see my son die!

The hearts of you Ye family people are made of stone, but my Qiao Feixuan’s heart is made of flesh!” Qiao Feixuan shrieked, losing any semblance of a lady, almost resembling a shrew, “I don’t care, I won’t let my son serve in the military anymore!”

“It’s impossible!

This is not your place to speak!” Ye Guohua said sternly.

Qiao Feixuan shouted, “My son is mine, what makes you think I have no right to speak?!

I only have one son, if he truly dies, I’d have no wish to live!”

“Stop making a scene here, don’t make me lose respect for you,” Ye Guohua said.

Qiao Feixuan suddenly leaped out of bed, stood in front of Ye Guohua, and said fiercely, “Ye Guohua, don’t you dare pull rank on me!

After so many years as husband and wife, do you think I don’t know you inside and out?

Today I, Qiao Feixuan, lay it on the line: if you don’t agree, I’ll file for divorce tomorrow!

After the divorce, the son will come with me, and we’ll see how your Ye family can continue forcing him into a dead end!”

“I mean what I say!”

Ye Guohua, with a cold expression, said, “Unreasonable!”

“So, you won’t agree, huh?

Fine, let’s get divorced now!

I’ve had enough!” Qiao Feixuan shouted resolutely and immediately turned to the wardrobe, started to find her clothes to put on, preparing to leave home.

Ye Guohua watched Qiao Feixuan’s swift motions as she dressed and his bushy eyebrows knotted together.

Just as Qiao Feixuan had said, after so many years as husband and wife, he knew her personality well.

Over the years, Qiao Feixuan had frequently complained about their son being abroad, uncertain whether he was alive or dead.

The recent assassination attempt on Ye Fan, which had nearly cost him his life, was the last straw, igniting years of pent-up resentment.

Though he had the final say at home and Qiao Feixuan’s duty was to obey, Qiao Feixuan herself was a formidable figure in the business world, controlling assets worth over a hundred billion, with a naturally strong and resolute character.

Seeing her determination, it was clear that Qiao Feixuan would not stop until she got her way.

“Sigh—” Ye Guohua sighed deeply, got out of bed, and walked over.

“Sit down, let’s talk this through seriously,” he said to Qiao Feixuan.

Qiao Feixuan ignored Ye Guohua and continued to dress quickly.

Ye Guohua reached out, took hold of Qiao Feixuan’s jade-like hand with a bit of force, and pulled her back to the edge of the bed, pressing her to sit down.

Qiao Feixuan’s face was cold, and she turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

Ye Guohua sat down, exhaled deeply, and said, “Have you thought about how well Ye Fan is doing in the army?

His future there is very promising.

If you suddenly ask for his discharge, wouldn’t all his efforts over the past five or six years be in vain?”

“So what if it’s in vain?

Even if he becomes a profligate, it’s still better than being dead,” Qiao Feixuan coldly said.

Ye Guohua said, “We said we would have a serious talk, yet here you are speaking out of anger again.

Ye Fan was indeed in danger during the first couple of years, but now, as the highest-ranking officer in the Dragon Group, how could he easily encounter danger?

Even during wartime, it’s not easy for officers at the rank of major general to come into harm’s way.”

“Then how do you explain the assassination attempt on our son last Thursday?” Qiao Feixuan said, “I’m well aware of how dangerous his service is, don’t try to deceive me!”

Ye Guohua said, “Last Thursday’s incident happened because he wasn’t with his unit.”

“Should our son stay in the military all the time and never come home?” Qiao Feixuan retorted.

Then she quickly added, “Besides, I never suggested Ye Fan should really come home and idle away his life.

He is so smart and capable, if he went into politics, he would definitely climb higher than you!”

The couple discussed it through the night and Ye Guohua finally agreed to Qiao Feixuan’s request.

However, whether Ye Fan could actually retire from the military and enter politics still required old Mr.

Ye’s approval.