Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 684 - 684 680 Illusion City

684: Chapter 680 Illusion City 684: Chapter 680 Illusion City Tantai Wanrong smiled charmingly and said, “That’s good to hear.

I was worried I had gotten old and my voice was failing.”

“Rong Auntie, you are clearly very young, you only look about twenty-four or twenty-five.

Why do you always say you’re old?” Ye Fan said a bit unhappily.

Tantai Wanrong smiled and shook her head slightly, then reached out to lightly grasp the back of Ye Fan’s left hand and said, “Hearing you say that, I almost believe it.”

Ye Fan felt the back of his hand enveloped by a warm, soft jade-like grip.

His arm reflexively twitched, and then he couldn’t help but turn his hand over to grasp Tantai Wanrong’s jade-like hand.

As soon as he touched it, he felt its boneless tenderness, its extraordinary smoothness, and it even seemed to carry a weak electric charge that sent a tingling sensation throughout his body.

“Eh?” Tantai Wanrong let out a surprised sound, her pretty face suddenly turning stern as her beautiful eyes glared at Ye Fan.

Frightened, Ye Fan quickly withdrew his hand and stammered an apology, “I’m sorry, Rong Auntie, I…

I…”

“Have you forgotten what I once told you?” Tantai Wanrong’s voice took on a hint of authority as she said, “Do not let it happen again!”

“Yes, Rong Auntie,” Ye Fan said, wiping sweat from his forehead.

After that, the atmosphere turned silent.

Under Tantai Wanrong’s gaze, Ye Fan felt uneasy and restless.

He didn’t understand why, having experienced countless battles and life-or-death situations, he could still feel so uneasy under someone’s gaze.

After a while, Tantai Wanrong eased the tension by saying, “Alright, Xiaofan, sing a song for Auntie.”

“Sure,” Ye Fan responded immediately.

He stood up, but then sat back down.

“Hehe, Rong Auntie, let me sing a song acapella for you,” Ye Fan told Tantai Wanrong.

Tantai Wanrong smiled and said, “Sure.

Acapella requires a lot of skill.

But if you don’t sing well, Auntie will have to stop you, you know.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re captivated,” Ye Fan promised confidently, patting his chest.

With that, he picked up the microphone, got up, stepped away from the sofa and coffee table, walked in front of the large LCD screen, and then turned around to face Tantai Wanrong.

“This song of mine is called ‘Illusion City,'” Ye Fan said into the microphone.

Tantai Wanrong smiled and lightly clapped her hands a few times as a sign of encouragement.

Next, Ye Fan bowed his head, brooding over his emotions, entering the mood of the song, and then he looked up to sing passionately:

“Puffing on a cigarette,

The blue smoke curls into a city,

I see, lofty towers and carved railings made of jade,

And even more, I see your visage.

Underneath the cold moon,

Your dancing figure is enchanting…”

As Ye Fan opened his voice and sang with deep emotion, Tantai Wanrong’s elegantly smiling face became visibly moved, and the next moment she was pulled into the world of the song by Ye Fan’s singing, unable to extricate herself.

As Ye Fan sang, gazing upon Tantai Wanrong’s stunningly beautiful face and her dignified, noble demeanor, he suddenly felt as if this song ‘Illusion City’ was singing his own heart’s voice.

If nothing unexpected happened, this was how he and Tantai Wanrong would probably continue.

For him, Tantai Wanrong could only be like that figure in the illusion city formed from the smoke of the cigarette—tantalizingly close, right before his eyes, and with a deep inhale, it seemed he could almost breathe her into his being, yet she would forever remain out of reach.

“…I become a wisp of blue smoke,

Forever remaining by your side.”

“Illusion City” finished, Ye Fan himself was immersed in the mood of the song for a while before he snapped back to reality.

He looked straight at Tantai Wanrong, who was still lost in it, with two clear tears hanging on her stunningly beautiful face.

“Hehe, Auntie Wanrong, I didn’t sing too badly, right?” Ye Fan jokingly said with an air of proud cheerfulness.

Tantai Wanrong came back to her senses, realizing that she had actually shed tears, immediately turned her back, wiped away the tear stains with a handkerchief, and then turned her face back around.

“Mhm, it was very touching.

The song was also very good,” Tantai Wanrong had calmed down and said with a faint smile, “Who sings this song?”

In fact, she was greatly moved inside, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been curious to ask about the origins of the song.

Ye Fan walked back to the sofa, sitting down at a distance from Tantai Wanrong, and laughed, “Prisoner Two sings it.”

“Prisoner Two?

Is that a web singer?” Tantai Wanrong looked slightly surprised, “I haven’t heard of this person.”

Turns out, Prisoner Two, although quite popular online, had not yet reached the level of fame where he was a household name like a real star singer.

Tantai Wanrong, usually busy with work, and also past the age for idol-chasing, did not know about Prisoner Two.

“Oh,” Ye Fan responded casually, feeling inexplicably a little disappointed inside.

You see, he used to be concerned about his online persona Prisoner Two getting too famous as it could easily expose his true identity.

Next, Tantai Wanrong did not continue to inquire about who Prisoner Two was and stood up to go and select songs.

And Ye Fan, of course, wouldn’t say anything more.

After Tantai Wanrong chose a few songs for herself, she turned her head and asked Ye Fan, “What song do you want to sing?

I’ll pick it for you.”

“Hehe, I don’t feel like singing right now,” Ye Fan said.

Tantai Wanrong didn’t insist, simply turning around and sitting back down, picking up the microphone to prepare to sing.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Fan said, “Auntie Wanrong, I’m going to check on something outside.”

Li Zhaojun had some suspicions about his relationship with Tantai Wanrong, and Ye Fan knew this as well, so he couldn’t stay alone with Tantai Wanrong for too long under Li Zhaojun’s watchful eye, lest Li Zhaojun become unhappy.

“Hm?” Tantai Wanrong looked slightly taken aback, wanting to ask Ye Fan to stay with her a bit longer, but suddenly remembered the relationship between Li Zhaojun and Ye Fan and swallowed her words, saying, “Okay.”

Following that, Ye Fan stepped out of the KTV room.

Upon leaving the KTV room, he immediately felt four pairs of eyes looking over at him almost instantly, belonging to Li Zhaojun and Zhao Tianya.

Ye Fan walked over calmly, then pulled up a chair and sat down beside Li Zhaojun, joining her in the game of mahjong.

Unconsciously, ten o’clock in the evening was almost upon them.

However, the birthday girl, Qin Mengyao, was already going mad with the intense game of mahjong, having played for so long without winning a cent and already losing two to three thousand yuan.

On the other hand, Liu Yiyi was quietly winning five to six thousand yuan.

It wasn’t until Tantai Wanrong came out of the KTV room and called for a halt, ready to move on to the most important part of the birthday celebration.

Qin Mengyao then reluctantly left the mahjong table, walked over to the coffee table, ready to make a wish and blow out the candles.

The candles were lit, the lights were turned off, and Qin Mengyao sat in front of the cake with her palms together and eyes gently closed, making her wish.

After a while, Qin Mengyao opened her eyes and blew out the candles.

The lights in the private room came back on, and after a round of birthday wishes from everyone, Qin Mengyao turned and hugged Tantai Wanrong, kissing her.

After letting go of Tantai Wanrong, to everyone’s surprise, she turned to the other side, hugged Ye Fan, and left a three-to-four-second kiss with her soft, pink lips on Ye Fan’s left cheek.

Not only that, but she also slyly and imperceptibly flicked her tongue teasingly across Ye Fan’s cheek a couple of times.

Ye Fan felt a bit embarrassed, with Li Zhaojun watching from the side.

However, Ye Fan’s concern was unnecessary.

Li Zhaojun just watched with a smile.

In her eyes, Qin Mengyao was just a mischievous, wild girl, still a child.