Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 644 - 644 640 Treating the Symptoms Not the Root Cause

644: Chapter 640: Treating the Symptoms, Not the Root Cause 644: Chapter 640: Treating the Symptoms, Not the Root Cause “Zhao Jun, were you waiting for me?” Ye Fan approached Li Zhaojun and said, “I’m sorry, I came back too late.”

Li Zhaojun stood up, cast a cold glance at Ye Fan, and then walked toward the bedroom.

Entering the bedroom, Ye Fan thought Li Zhaojun was going to say something to him, but Li Zhaojun simply stated, “It’s late, go take a shower and get ready for bed.”

Ye Fan nodded and went to take his shower.

Ten minutes later, when Ye Fan came out of the shower, Li Zhaojun had already changed into her nightgown, sitting on the bed with her back against the headboard, seemingly pondering something.

Ye Fan climbed into bed, sat beside Li Zhaojun, and asked with concern, “What are you thinking about?”

“It’s nothing.

Let’s sleep,” she replied and lay down, pulling up the covers to go to sleep.

Ye Fan remained silent for a while, then lay down as well.

After turning off the lights, Ye Fan lay there for some time but couldn’t stop worrying about Li Zhaojun becoming increasingly cold and detached due to her ancient martial arts practice.

However, he was also aware that Li Zhaojun’s personality made it nearly impossible to force her to stop her martial arts training.

“What should I do?” he pondered at the bottom of his heart, trying to figure out how to solve Li Zhaojun’s problem.

Suddenly, he thought of the last time he was back in Hua Hai City, and an uncertain idea came to mind.

Ye Fan suddenly turned over, leaned over Li Zhaojun’s body, and bent his head to kiss her lips.

Li Zhaojun didn’t resist, but she also didn’t react.

Kissing Li Zhaojun’s somewhat cool lips, Ye Fan had the illusion of kissing a doll.

Nonetheless, he resolutely chose to keep kissing.

After kissing for nearly half an hour, Li Zhaojun finally let out a very faint moan.

Hearing this, Ye Fan was overjoyed, kissed her even more passionately, and Li Zhaojun finally began to respond slowly.

Another half hour passed, and Li Zhaojun eventually began to get emotionally involved, emitting suppressed moans and her body twisting constantly.

Seeing Li Zhaojun like this, he felt greatly relieved, continued to entangle with her for half an hour, and then gradually stopped.

However, Ye Fan still held Li Zhaojun in his arms, feeling that her body was no longer cold but had some warmth.

“Zhao Jun, what kind of ancient martial arts are you practicing?” Ye Fan asked.

Li Zhaojun replied, “I can’t tell you for now.”

Her voice became gentle and not as cold and indifferent as before.

“Why?” Ye Fan pressed.

Not knowing what kind of ancient martial arts Li Zhaojun practiced, he couldn’t find a solution.

Merely relying on kissing and such might only be useful temporarily.

Li Zhaojun said, “My master required me not to tell, and I have made an oath.”

Ye Fan couldn’t help but feel annoyed with his mentor, Qing Lian, who must have taught Li Zhaojun some extreme martial art.

“Alright,” he sighed, deciding not to press Li Zhaojun.

Li Zhaojun took the initiative to say, “Actually, you said my personality has changed a lot, and I’ve noticed it too.

Only usually, I just feel like it’s not important.

I’m sorry for fighting with you this morning.”

“No need to say sorry.

I’m just worried about you,” Ye Fan said.

“Practicing ancient martial arts can affect a person’s personality, more or less.

Especially some extreme forms of martial arts can cause significant changes in a practitioner’s temperament.”

True, profound martial arts always have their own philosophical systems, like Tai Chi Boxing, Xingyi Boxing, and Trigram Fist, among others.

Any ancient martial art that lacks its own internal philosophy is incomplete and cannot reach the highest realm of ancient martial arts.

And those who practiced these ancient martial arts inevitably accepted and recognized the philosophical thoughts behind them.

The deeper the practitioner’s skills, the more they were influenced by the thoughts of the ancient martial arts they practiced.

The most obvious example was the practitioners of Tai Chi Boxing, who were easily influenced by its philosophical thoughts.

However, Tai Chi Boxing was one of the three major types of Inner Boxing, and its philosophical thoughts were relatively easy for people to accept.

No one thought Tai Chi Boxing practitioners were abnormal; on the contrary, they were considered to be cultured.

Li Zhaojun said, “I understand what you mean.

However, I still won’t stop my practice, and I can’t stop.”

After a pause, Li Zhaojun added, “Ye Fan, will you come back to Hua Hai City to see me often in the future?”

“Mm, of course,” Ye Fan replied.

“If I don’t see you for too long, I’m afraid that one day you’ll become so indifferent that you won’t even recognize me.”

“You can rest assured about that,” Li Zhaojun affirmed.

“Even if one day I become so detached that I don’t recognize anyone, I will not forget you.”

Hearing this, Ye Fan couldn’t help but feel somewhat smug as he said, “Is this considered cheesy love talk?”

“Indeed,” Li Zhaojun admitted frankly.

Ye Fan laughed heartily, turned over, and kissed Li Zhaojun’s tender lips.

Li Zhaojun immediately responded to Ye Fan’s passionate kiss.

More than an hour later, Li Zhaojun suddenly threw off the covers and rushed into the bathroom to retch, followed by brushing her teeth repeatedly for ten minutes before coming out.

In reality, Ye Fan had already vented his desires thoroughly in the afternoon, so his desire this time was not that strong.

He had to do this, however, with the aim of shattering Li Zhaojun’s cold indifference.

The next day, after eating breakfast, Ye Fan drove away from the villa.

On the way to the Hua Yang Martial Arts Gym, Ye Fan called his master Zhuo Junwu once again to inquire about what ancient martial arts Qing Lian had passed on to Li Zhaojun.

Asking Qing Lian directly was impossible since, by making Li Zhaojun swear not to disclose it, it was likely meant to safeguard against him.

Ye Fan couldn’t accuse or confront Qing Lian since it was she who had saved Li Zhaojun’s life.

But Zhuo Junwu didn’t know either.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan sighed deeply, realizing that from then on, he could only visit Hua Hai City frequently and spend more intimate time with Li Zhaojun.

Upon arrival at the Hua Yang Martial Arts Gym, Lu Xiaoman was extremely surprised to see Ye Fan, immediately stepping away from her desk and throwing herself into Ye Fan’s arms.

As for Mo Xiaoyan, she was neither at the Martial Arts Gym nor in Hua Hai City; she had something to attend to and had gone back to Chongqing.

Without Mo Xiaoyan as a third wheel, Ye Fan and Lu Xiaoman were truly together almost all day, genuinely enjoying each other’s company.

They were both very happy.

However, around 3:30 PM, Ye Fan suddenly received a call from Shen Yan.

“Ye Fan, I’ve already communicated with the ‘China’s Good Voice’ crew and managed to secure some better terms.

Among them, the compensation is six million,” Shen Yan said over the phone, “Since you’re still in Hua Hai City, how about you sign with ‘China’s Good Voice’ today?”

Ye Fan replied wryly, “Signing today is fine, but I didn’t bring my ‘Wandering Prisoner’ mask, so I can’t make an appearance.”

“Oh, I forgot about that,” Shen Yan said.

“Wait a moment, I will communicate with them again to see if they can sign on your behalf.”

Seven or eight minutes later, Shen Yan called back and said, “They say it’s possible.

However, they need an authorization letter from you today.”

“No problem,” Ye Fan replied.

“Where are you?

I’ll bring it to you.”

Shen Yan gave a meeting address.

After hanging up, Ye Fan took a sheet of A4 paper from Lu Xiaoman’s office, wrote the authorization letter, then said goodbye to Lu Xiaoman and drove to meet Shen Yan.