Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 639 - 639 635 Dispute

639: Chapter 635 Dispute 639: Chapter 635 Dispute After calling Zhuo Junwu, Ye Fan waited in the second-floor living room for over two hours before Li Zhaojun finally finished her practice.

Ye Fan approached her and said, “Zhaojun, I have some things I want to talk to you about.

Let’s go to the room and talk.”

Li Zhaojun’s face was expressionless, without a ripple of emotion, she slightly nodded her head and turned towards the bedroom.

Seeing Li Zhaojun like this only strengthened Ye Fan’s resolve to persuade her.

Entering the bedroom and closing the door, Ye Fan extended his hand to grasp Li Zhaojun’s cold hand and sat down beside the bed.

“Zhaojun,” Ye Fan looked into Li Zhaojun’s eyes, which were as cold as the moon, and asked seriously, “Have I done something recently that upset you?”

“No,” Li Zhaojun replied.

Ye Fan nodded and asked, “Then why do I feel that you have become colder towards me?”

Li Zhaojun pondered for a moment and replied, “I’m sorry, I gave you the wrong impression.

I’ll be more careful in the future.”

Ye Fan waved his hand and said, “No no, that’s not the key issue.

The key is that I feel like your personality has changed a lot.”

Li Zhaojun didn’t speak, her indifferent gaze fixed on Ye Fan, waiting for him to continue.

Ye Fan had thought Li Zhaojun would prompt him to speak, but since she didn’t ask, he had to continue, “Your personality has become much colder than before.

Even I feel a distance from you, let alone other people.

I don’t want you to become an emotionless person.”

“What do you want me to do then?” Li Zhaojun’s beautiful face remained calm and cold.

Ye Fan said, “After much consideration and consulting with my master, I think the reason for your personality change is your practice of ancient martial arts with Qing Lian.”

“Do you want me to stop practicing ancient martial arts?” Li Zhaojun’s face finally showed some change.

Ye Fan nodded emphatically and said, “Yes.

Practicing ancient martial arts isn’t actually useful for you, it wastes time and has made you colder…”

“Stop!” Li Zhaojun sharply interrupted, “That’s impossible!”

“Why?” Ye Fan frowned and asked.

Li Zhaojun pulled back her hand that Ye Fan had been holding, stood up, turned her back towards him, and said coldly, “Because I have found true meaning in life through ancient martial arts.”

“Meaning of life?” Ye Fan was even more puzzled.

He stood up and walked to face Li Zhaojun, “What meaning can practicing ancient martial arts have besides physical fitness and self-defense?”

Li Zhaojun tilted her head slightly, gave Ye Fan a cold look, and said, “Ye Fan, I suddenly realize that you are really quite mundane.”

“Zhaojun, do you know what you’re saying?” Ye Fan said, displeased.

“What I said is the truth,” Li Zhaojun coldly replied, “Of course, it’s not all your fault.

You’ll understand eventually.”

Ye Fan was almost amused by anger and continued without wanting to argue, “I demand you stop practicing ancient martial arts immediately and send Qing Lian away!”

“That won’t happen!” Li Zhaojun spoke coldly, “Ye Fan, although we are husband and wife, you can’t control me.

My pursuit of ancient martial arts is my pursuit, and I haven’t done anything to wrong you, so you have no right to interfere.

Let’s end this discussion here.”

With that, she walked out of the room.

Ye Fan stayed in the room, stunned for a long while before he could recover.

Li Zhaojun was not doing anything wrong by practicing ancient martial arts—after all, he also practiced, so what right did he have to demand that she stop?

After about fifteen minutes, Ye Fan sighed and walked out of the room.

Upon leaving the room, Ye Fan saw Li Zhaojun and Qing Lian talking on the living room sofa; the bronze incense burner placed on the upper left of the coffee table was lit, emitting wisps of green smoke, spreading a tranquilizing, unique aroma.

He used to like this unique fragrance, but now he felt a deep aversion from the heart.

“I want to go out for a walk,” Ye Fan suppressed his dislike for the unique fragrance and said to Li Zhaojun.

Li Zhaojun looked up slightly at Ye Fan and said, “Go ahead.”

“I probably won’t be back for dinner tonight,” Ye Fan added deliberately.

“Mm,” Li Zhaojun responded indifferently, not minding at all.

Ye Fan laughed mockingly to himself, feeling oppressed as he headed for the stairs.

Driving away from the villa, Ye Fan let out a long breath, feeling utterly displeased.

After leaving the Imperial Forest Bay residential area, Ye Fan snapped back to reality and pondered, “Where should I go?”

After some thought, Ye Fan took out his phone and dialed Tantai Wanrong’s number.

Soon, the call connected, and the sweet, dignified voice of Tantai Wanrong came from the phone, greatly lifting Ye Fan’s spirits.

Twenty minutes later, Ye Fan knocked and entered a well-decorated and elegant recreational coffee tea house’s private room, where he saw Tantai Wanrong.

“Here you are?

Come sit down,” Tantai Wanrong beckoned Ye Fan with a warm smile, her beautiful face adorned with an elegant and graceful smile, making one feel refreshed.

Unwillingly, a smile appeared on Ye Fan’s face as his gaze swept over Tantai Wanrong.

He noticed that she was dressed casually, her black hair down and draped over her shoulders, imbuing her with a lively air.

He walked over and sat directly opposite Tantai Wanrong, saying, “Aunt Wanrong, sorry to have kept you waiting.”

“It’s okay, I just arrived a while ago myself.

It’s rare that you haven’t forgotten about your aunt,” Tantai Wanrong said with a gentle smile.

This recreational coffee tea house was quite close to White Cloud District, hence Tantai Wanrong arrived a bit earlier.

Following that, Tantai Wanrong pressed the service bell.

Shortly after, a server knocked and entered.

Seeing Tantai Wanrong drinking coffee, Ye Fan also ordered a cup of Blue Mountain coffee.

After the server left, Tantai Wanrong smiled and said, “Xiao Fan, I didn’t expect you to be promoted so quickly.

You really are cut out for being an official.”

“Aunt Wanrong, are you making fun of me too?

This so-called promotion of mine is entirely luck.

Besides, there’s nothing joyful about it,” Ye Fan responded.

Ever since learning about Zhao Lina being parachuted in, he realized why the Municipal Organization Department had transferred Feng Xilai away and placed him, someone with minimal experience, in the position.

He could only lament his misfortune—how had he been promoted just like that?

In just over a month, he went from a deputy section chief to a section chief.

Was the deputy division level still far away?

Tantai Wanrong chuckled, glancing sidelong at Ye Fan with her slender, seductive eyes, and said, “Come off it now.

You play dumb after gaining an advantage.

Be careful, or I’ll smack you.”

Ye Fan gave a wry smile.

Tantai Wanrong didn’t know about his identity as Black Dragon of the Dragon Group and wouldn’t understand that leading his brothers in the Dragon Group to battle enemies was far more thrilling and liberating than maneuvering through officialdom.

After a few more exchanges, the server brought Ye Fan’s Blue Mountain coffee, pausing their conversation for a while.

When the server left, Ye Fan locked the private room door and sat back down, Tantai Wanrong asked with concern, “What exactly is bothering you so much?”