Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 548 - 548 544 Choices Part 3

548: Chapter 544: Choices (Part 3) 548: Chapter 544: Choices (Part 3) Ye Fan returned to his room, spreading out on the bed in the shape of a big character.

He had joined the military at the age of sixteen, and now, after more than six years, everything in the military had deeply penetrated his soul.

He couldn’t imagine what walking corpse he would become if he retired.

He couldn’t imagine whether there would be any happiness left for him once he left his comrades and the brothers who followed him.

He couldn’t imagine whether his brothers in the Dragon Group would die in battle one after another if he left.

However, today his mother, Qiao Feixuan, not only begged him with tears but even knelt down before him—he couldn’t help but consider it, couldn’t help but waver.

Qiao Feixuan was his closest relative, the giver of his life, spoiling and protecting him from birth into adulthood.

Without his mother, there would be no him.

He loved his mother very, very much, even willing to die for her.

At this moment, he was in deep pain, unable to make a choice.

Li Zhaojun walked silently to the bed, turned her body to sit down on the bed, and leaned over, stretching out her gentle hand to caress Ye Fan’s pained face.

Being softly stroked by Li Zhaojun’s jade hand, Ye Fan reached out to hold that small hand, turned his head to look at Li Zhaojun, and said, “Zhao Jun, do you think I should agree to my mom’s request?”

“Whatever decision you make, I will support you with all my strength,” Li Zhaojun said.

Although she also tended to favor Ye Fan moving to a civil career, what she wanted even more was to see Ye Fan happy.

Ye Fan showed a slight smile and said, “Thank you.”

“We are husband and wife,” Li Zhaojun said softly.

Ye Fan nodded with an “Mhm” and after a moment, he added, “Actually, you still lean towards me transitioning to a civil career, don’t you?”

“Indeed, somewhat,” Li Zhaojun admitted, “but I would rather see my husband spirited and vigorous.”

Ye Fan gave a wry smile, turned his face upright, and stared at the ceiling, lost in thought…

The next morning, after having spent a sleepless night, Ye Fan got up, washed, and went downstairs for breakfast.

With his Qi-Blood as robust as dragons and tigers, he was unaffected by the lack of sleep, but he felt sorry for Li Zhaojun, who had also spent most of the night awake, her beautiful eyes started to show faint dark circles.

When Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun entered the dining room for breakfast together, Qiao Feixuan was already sitting at the dining table, listlessly eating.

“Mom, good morning,” Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun called out in unison.

Qiao Feixuan turned her face towards Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun, and said, “My son, Zhao Jun, you’re up.

Breakfast is alright today, have some.”

Her voice was noticeably hoarse, and upon closer inspection, Ye Fan realized that Qiao Feixuan clearly had dark circles under her eyes and looked listless.

“Mom, what’s wrong?

Did you not sleep well last night?” Ye Fan asked with a pained concern.

Qiao Feixuan put on a brave smile and said, “I didn’t sleep well, afraid I would have nightmares.”

She indeed had trouble sleeping last night, very worried that Ye Fan would utterly refuse to retire and enter politics.

Ye Fan felt a wave of guilt; his mother had raised him, and he had never repaid her, and she was still worryingly heartbroken over him now.

But now, he didn’t know how to comfort his mother.

“Mom, don’t worry, Ye Fan is right here at home,” Li Zhaojun went over and said softly to comfort Qiao Feixuan.

Qiao Feixuan forced a smile.

Upon sitting down for breakfast, Ye Fan distinctly felt the atmosphere was oppressive.

Especially with Qiao Feixuan, who no longer teased or berated him in jest as she used to.

After breakfast was finished, Li Zhaojun supported Qiao Feixuan as they both went upstairs to the living room sofa to rest.

Qiao Feixuan didn’t incessantly persuade Ye Fan but visibly lacked vitality and occasionally zoned out in a daze.

Ye Fan saw it all and felt a deep, uncomfortable pain in his heart.

Around four or five in the afternoon, Ye Fan could no longer hold back and asked Qiao Feixuan, “Mom, has Grandfather agreed to this?”

“He has agreed,” Qiao Feixuan replied with a sudden surge of energy.

“Then what does Grandfather plan to arrange?” Ye Fan inquired.

“Grandfather said you should resign but keep your military rank, and then you’ll be sent to work at the grass-roots level.

Within three years, you must make some achievements,” Qiao Feixuan explained.

“What if I don’t make any achievements?” Ye Fan asked.

“If you can’t make any achievements, you’ll continue to return to the military.

Moreover, the support the family provides you will only be one tenth of what it is now, and the resources your father and I receive will also be halved,” Qiao Feixuan answered.

She didn’t want to tell Ye Fan these words, but she knew he would definitely find out anyway because Grandfather Ye would surely tell him in person.

Hearing this, Ye Fan’s thoughts became active again.

“Just three years in politics, and if I don’t make any achievements, I can still return to the military,” Ye Fan thought to himself, “Since Mom so hopes that I retire and enter politics, I will follow her wishes for three years.

At most, I’ll have wasted three years, and I can still be in the military in the future.”

Seeing Ye Fan deep in thought, Qiao Feixuan immediately guessed what he was considering.

However, for her, even just three years would be good.

Plus, once Ye Fan was on board, a lot could change in three years.

And these three years could also serve as bait to make Ye Fan more willing to agree to her request.

That night, when it was time for sleep and under the blankets, Li Zhaojun, wearing only a nightgown, gently wrapped herself around one of Ye Fan’s arms, pressing her beautiful body lightly against his broad frame.

“Husband,” Li Zhaojun whispered sensuously in Ye Fan’s ear.

Ye Fan hummed in response, turned his head to look at Li Zhaojun, and seeing her beautiful face so close, couldn’t help but kiss her tender, sweet, and sensual lips.

“You know, I think temporarily retiring to be a civil servant for three years, to make Mom happy and to help her get through this time of shock, might be worth it,” Li Zhaojun said, “even though it might negatively affect your career.”

Ye Fan nodded, “Yes.

My mom has never asked me for anything.

The incident the other day really frightened her; no wonder she’s acting like this.

I will give it some more thought.”

“Mm,” Li Zhaojun responded, saying no more, knowing that Ye Fan had more or less agreed.

On the third morning, Ye Fan told Qiao Feixuan, who had suffered from insomnia for two consecutive nights and looked extremely exhausted, “Mom, I’ve agreed.

I am willing to retire and enter politics.”

“Really?!

That’s wonderful!” At his words, Qiao Feixuan abruptly stood up from the sofa, ecstatically and excitedly embraced Ye Fan, shouting loudly, then began to sob, “Son, you truly are Mom’s good son, sob sob sob…”

Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun quickly offered words of consolation, and after a few minutes, Qiao Feixuan stopped crying and was overcome by sleepiness, quickly falling asleep in Ye Fan’s arms.

Seeing his mother become haggard for his sake, rejoicing for him, worrying about him, Ye Fan felt a surge of guilt.

Gently carrying Qiao Feixuan, he brought her to the bedroom, laid her down on the bed, and covered her with the blanket.

Ye Fan moved a soft chair to sit by the bed, and whispered to Li Zhaojun who was nearby, “Zhao Jun, go rest.

I’ll stay here and watch over my mom.”

“Alright,” Li Zhaojun could see the deep bond between Ye Fan and his mother.

Standing there, she felt a bit in the way, even though she was no stranger.

Besides, she needed to prepare to go back to Hua Hai city soon; there was a pile of matters waiting for her at the company.

Then, she quietly left the room.