Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 621 - 621 617 Recommendation

621: Chapter 617: Recommendation 621: Chapter 617: Recommendation Ye Fan sat down beside Mo Xiaoyan with a bitter smile.

Mo Xiaoyan immediately turned her head and glared at him, snorting coldly, “Keep away from me!

Humph!”

“Heh, Xiaoyan,” Ye Fan said, “you should be well aware of why I asked Wei Ziling to be the housekeeper.

She really does have a knack for stewing medicinal soups.

Not just any housekeeper can handle that kind of job.

Besides, I had already mentioned it to your sister beforehand, and she agreed to it.”

“Okay, don’t be angry anymore.

I haven’t done anything to betray your sister,” Ye Fan persuaded.

Mo Xiaoyan snorted a few times, suddenly stood up, and walked towards the door.

Ye Fan turned his head and called out, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to the hotel!” Mo Xiaoyan responded coldly without turning back, opened the door, and walked out.

Ye Fan felt helpless and had no choice but to stand up and follow her.

Mo Xiaoyan was unfamiliar with Mingde County, and he was a bit worried about her safety.

A dozen or twenty minutes later, Mo Xiaoyan checked into a luxury guest room at the Jinling Hotel using her ID card.

Ye Fan naturally helped her with her luggage.

After entering the room, Ye Fan set Mo Xiaoyan’s luggage down and then said, “Hungry, right?

Let’s go grab some lunch.”

However, Mo Xiaoyan climbed onto the bed, pulled the blanket over, and covered herself up.

“I’m not eating!

I lose my appetite at the sight of you!” she said coldly from under the blanket.

Ye Fan walked over, sat down at the edge of the bed, and reached out to pull the blanket away, but Mo Xiaoyan clutched it tightly and wouldn’t let go.

Seeing Mo Xiaoyan unwilling to release her grip, Ye Fan didn’t try to pull the blanket away again and said, “Xiaoyan, can we stop fighting, please?”

“I am fighting!” Mo Xiaoyan yelled from under the blanket, “I won’t forgive you unless you send her away immediately!”

After a moment of silence, Ye Fan said, “Fine, I’ll call your sister to persuade you.”

Saying so, he took out his phone.

“Don’t!

Don’t!” Mo Xiaoyan hurriedly called out, suddenly flinging the blanket aside, not caring about her somewhat disheveled hair, and reached out to snatch Ye Fan’s phone away.

“Why the rush?” Ye Fan asked with a smile.

“Don’t call my sister!” Mo Xiaoyan said, holding Ye Fan’s phone behind her back and snorting.

Pretending to be serious, Ye Fan said, “But if you want to fight with me, I don’t know how to persuade you.

Without calling your sister, what am I supposed to do?”

He guessed that Mo Xiaoyan had secretly come to Mingde County to see him.

“Then, I…” Mo Xiaoyan pouted, looking aggrieved, “I’ll stop fighting with you then.”

Ye Fan chuckled and said, “That’s more like it.

Get up, let’s go have lunch.”

“You pull me up, and I’ll get up,” Mo Xiaoyan said.

Ye Fan gave a faint smile, stood up, and reached out his hand.

Mo Xiaoyan’s delicate hand immediately clutched onto it tightly.

With a slight tug from Ye Fan, Mo Xiaoyan instantly got up and lunged into Ye Fan’s arms.

However, Ye Fan had already swiftly dodged, causing Mo Xiaoyan to lunge into empty air and nearly take a nosedive.

Fortunately, she was agile, and with Ye Fan intercepting her hand, she didn’t fall.

“Humph!” She proudly glared at Ye Fan, withdrew her hand, and sat back down on the edge of the bed to put on her shoes.

After lunch, Mo Xiaoyan wanted Ye Fan to accompany her to visit the Taiji Cave.

Ye Fan refused.

He couldn’t be as free as he used to be.

He still had to work after hours.

“Being a civil servant is no fun at all,” Mo Xiaoyan pouted, “You can’t do this, you can’t do that, and you have to punch in on time.”

After taking Mo Xiaoyan back to her hotel room, Ye Fan said, “You should take a good nap, and in the afternoon, you can go out and stroll around.

After I finish work at five, I’ll come to find you.”

Knowing that Ye Fan still had work, Mo Xiaoyan didn’t insist on him staying to keep her company.

At about half-past three in the afternoon, Ye Fan suddenly received a call from Tang Xianlong: “Ye Fan, come to my office.”

“Okay,” Ye Fan responded.

A few minutes later, Ye Fan knocked and entered Tang Xianlong’s office.

Tang Xianlong was not sitting at his desk but on the sofa in front of the coffee table.

When he saw Ye Fan come in, he waved and called out, “Ye Fan, come sit here.”

Ye Fan walked over and sat down on another sofa, asking, “Director Tang, what did you need to see me about?”

“You’ve heard that Feng Xixing is going to be transferred, right?” Tang Xianlong asked in a rather friendly tone.

Ye Fan nodded, “I’ve heard.”

“Today, the people from the municipal organization department asked me about the candidate for the new political commissar,” Tang Xianlong continued, “I recommended you.

I think compared to being a director, you have a higher chance of being promoted to a full-time political commissar.”

He was the top authority in the county police department; his transfer was scheduled later than Feng Xixing’s, giving him considerable sway in making recommendations.

“Heh, thank you, Director Tang, for your high regard,” Ye Fan said calmly, without much fluctuation in his emotions.

Tang Xianlong kept watching Ye Fan’s expression.

Seeing how composed Ye Fan was, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, wondering if Ye Fan was genuinely indifferent to fame and fortune, or he had already seen through the lack of opportunity.

“Of course, your experience is still too shallow, so there’s not much chance.

Even if you had come six months earlier, with your abilities and achievements, the chance of promotion would be at least fifty percent,” Tang Xianlong said.

Ye Fan wasn’t convinced.

He wasn’t someone completely naive about office politics.

Even if he had arrived a year earlier, he might not even have a ten percent chance.

Tang Xianlong then comforted Ye Fan: “Ye Fan, you’re still young, and everyone acknowledges your ability.

After more experience, you’ll definitely bear many important responsibilities in the future…”

Compared to the beginning when he wasn’t very optimistic about Ye Fan, he now held Ye Fan in high regard, especially after the recent campus vicinity cleanup operation when Ye Fan unexpectedly received strong support from above, convincing him that Ye Fan’s background wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Now, as he was about to leave, Tang Xianlong didn’t mind spending a bit more time to build a good rapport.

After talking for nearly half an hour, Tang Xianlong felt it was enough and let Ye Fan leave.

On the way back to his office, Ye Fan unexpectedly ran into Feng Xixing.

Feng Xixing looked noticeably dejected, not as lively as he had been recently.

That was not surprising.

He had thought that, with Tang Xianlong’s transfer, after years of being suppressed, his chance had finally come.

Unexpectedly, he too was being transferred, and only laterally.

Although suppressed by Tang Xianlong for years in the police department, he was still the second-in-command and had established his presence over many years.

Once Tang Xianlong left, essentially, he would have been in charge.

Now, with a lateral transfer, all previous efforts and endured humiliations were in vain.

If he couldn’t get a promotion in a place where he had worked so long, there would be even less hope in a new place.

The leap from a division-level to a deputy-directorate level post was an insurmountable gap, enough to turn one’s hair gray.

“Director Feng.” As they crossed paths, Ye Fan greeted him.

Feng Xixing responded instinctively, without looking up.

Seeing this, Ye Fan asked another question, “Director Feng, are you alright?”

“Ah, it’s Ye Fan.” Finally, Feng Xixing looked up.

Ye Fan said with concern, “You don’t look very well.

You should take care to rest.

Don’t wear yourself out.”

“Heh,” Feng Xixing gave a bitter smile, “Ye Fan, come sit in my office for a bit.”

“Sure,” Ye Fan smiled and replied.