Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 675 - 675 671 Li Zhaojun's Request

675: Chapter 671 Li Zhaojun’s Request 675: Chapter 671 Li Zhaojun’s Request Next, Ye Fan shared with Li Zhaojun his plans to participate in “China’s Good Voice,” and his intention to sing and raise money for charity.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhaojun’s beautiful brows furrowed slightly as she glanced at Ye Fan, sensing that his relationship with Shen Yan was rather complicated.

“I don’t quite agree with this casual endeavor of yours,” Li Zhaojun said calmly, “As the saying goes, ‘Jack of all trades, master of none.’ You’re already distracted from your ancient martial arts practice, and now you want to sing as well.

You may not be able to do well at your job.

This is my heartfelt advice to you.

You can choose to ignore it.”

Ye Fan shook his head slightly and said, “Thank you for your concern.

However, as practitioners of ancient martial arts, we have much more stamina than the average person, able to stay awake and alert without sleep for three days.

I will make sure to find the right balance.”

Li Zhaojun chose not to argue with Ye Fan any further.

After a moment of silence, Ye Fan brought up the fact that he couldn’t go home for the Spring Festival because of work, which he mentioned in passing to Li Zhaojun.

On this matter, Li Zhaojun didn’t express any particular emotion, understanding that it was work-related and therefore unavoidable.

After a while, Li Zhaojun finally brought up the topic she had been waiting all night for Ye Fan to return before she would go to bed: “When are you going to sort things out with Lu Xiaoman?”

Although Ye Fan had mentally prepared himself for this conversation, his heart still skipped a beat upon hearing Li Zhaojun mention it.

He had wanted to say that Lu Xiaoman would always be by his side, but he held back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

The reason was that he suddenly remembered how much Li Zhaojun’s temperament had changed due to her practice of ancient martial arts, and he feared that if things became strained with her this time, she might not cooperate the next time he tried to use a passionate kiss to warm her chill, which would have serious consequences.

“Could you give me some more time?” Ye Fan could only say so.

Li Zhaojun didn’t get angry, but said coolly, “I hope we can be loyal to each other before we officially get married.”

“Mhm,” Ye Fan replied vaguely with a headache.

Then, he abruptly changed the subject, turned towards Li Zhaojun with a smile, and said, “Wife, you’re so beautiful.”

As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around Li Zhaojun and leaned in to kiss her soft and delicate lips…

The next day, when Ye Fan woke up, it was already 8 o’clock in the morning, and Li Zhaojun had already gotten up and gone downstairs.

Opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling, he remembered Li Zhaojun’s request from the night before and let out a long sigh.

After getting up and washing up, as he was getting dressed, Li Zhaojun came in.

“There’s something to deal with at the company, you’ll have to eat breakfast on your own,” Li Zhaojun told Ye Fan.

Ye Fan nodded and said, “Okay, don’t worry and go ahead with your work.”

Li Zhaojun pondered for a moment, then said, “Remember to come back for dinner tonight.”

“Got it,” Ye Fan responded.

Afterward, Li Zhaojun turned and left the bedroom, heading to the Emali Group.

Once Ye Fan was dressed, he went downstairs to have breakfast.

Passing through the ground floor lobby, he saw Uncle Master Qing Lian sitting there as she had the night before.

Without bothering to eat breakfast, he walked straight over and called out, “Uncle Master Qing Lian, good morning.”

Uncle Master Qing Lian opened her eyes slightly, turned her lovely face towards him, and nodded faintly at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan sat down on another sofa, looked intently at Uncle Master Qing Lian, and said earnestly, “Uncle Master Qing Lian, I have a question to ask of you, and I hope you can give me a serious answer.”

“Speak,” said Uncle Master Qing Lian in a calm voice, now devoid of worldliness.

Ye Fan took a deep breath and asked, “I want to know, how long will Zhao Jun’s practice of ancient martial arts and her resulting cold and unfeeling demeanor continue?”

“It will resolve naturally once she reaches a certain level,” Uncle Master Qing Lian replied indifferently.

“What level?

Open strength or Internal strength?” Ye Fan pressed.

Qing Lian’s uncle could only say, “I cannot tell you for now.

You’ll know when the time comes.”

“Uncle Qing Lian!” Ye Fan couldn’t help but raise his voice, “Please, do not brush me off.”

Although Uncle Qing Lian saved Li Zhaojun’s life, his instruction made her almost turn into an ice sculpture beauty, which was something Ye Fan could not bear.

“Are you questioning me?” Uncle Qing Lian’s expression tightened slightly as his gaze lightly swept over Ye Fan.

Ye Fan immediately felt a tremendous pressure, something he had experienced before from his master, Zhuo Junwu.

However, this was about Li Zhaojun’s destiny, and he could not just back down.

Clutching his fists tightly, veins popping out all over his body, Ye Fan glared at Uncle Qing Lian with bloodshot tiger eyes, steadfastly withstanding the pressure with his unyielding will, and said with effort, “I ask Uncle Qing Lian to answer me seriously.”

As he spoke, the sofa he was sitting on squeaked, seemingly unable to bear the burden.

Uncle Qing Lian hadn’t expected Ye Fan to dare act like this and let out a cold huff.

Following the cold huff, the sofa Ye Fan was sitting on finally collapsed with a “bang,” the leather on its surface tearing apart.

Fortunately, Ye Fan’s fundamental skills were solid.

Although the sofa collapsed, he managed to steady himself in a horse stance just in time, avoiding ending up on the floor.

At this point, Uncle Qing Lian also retracted his pressure.

“Ye Fan, if it weren’t for the sake of your master, Zhuo Junwu, your impertinence just now would have cost you your Place of burial,” Uncle Qing Lian said coldly.

“Let me tell you, since Jun’er has taken me as a mentor, ‘once a mentor, always a parent.’ How I instruct Jun’er is not your place to point fingers!”

“If you dare to be disrespectful again, do not blame me for being ruthless, and it would be a good opportunity to sever Jun’er’s earthly ties!”

After speaking, Uncle Qing Lian flicked his sleeve and gracefully went upstairs.

Once Uncle Qing Lian was gone, Ye Fan finally could catch his breath, sweating profusely all over his body as if he’d just been fished out of water.

Just now, he had clearly sensed Uncle Qing Lian’s murderous intent, which felt very real, as if he was mere thoughts away from killing him.

After a while, he straightened his back, glanced at the second-floor staircase, furrowed his brow deeply, and thought to himself, “Who exactly is Uncle Qing Lian?

Appears to be otherworldly like a celestial, yet in reality is cold-blooded and ruthless.

On a disagreement, he would actually kill me!”

After reflecting for a moment, Ye Fan could only temporarily swallow this grievance.

After clearing out the crushed sofa from the living room and moving it into his car, Ye Fan took out his phone and called Li Zhaojun.

The phone was quickly answered, and Ye Fan said calmly, “Zhao Jun, I have a bit of an embarrassing matter to tell you: I wanted to test my strength just now but accidentally broke a sofa in the living room.”

He didn’t intend to let Li Zhaojun know about his conflict with Uncle Qing Lian.

“Oh, no problem.

I’ll get Aunt Shao to clean it up,” said Li Zhaojun casually.

Feigning a mild smile, Ye Fan replied, “No need, I’ve already taken care of it.”

After the call, Ye Fan got into his car, then drove away from the villa, disposing of the broken sofa at a trash collection point in the community.

After ditching the broken sofa, Ye Fan didn’t return to the villa and instead drove straight out of the community.

Once out of the community, Ye Fan took out his phone to call his master, Zhuo Junwu.

After recounting the recent events, Ye Fan asked, “Master, who exactly is Uncle Qing Lian?”