Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 707 - 707 703 Divination

707: Chapter 703 Divination 707: Chapter 703 Divination After taking off his coat, Shangguan Wuqiu put Ye Fan’s clothes away and then called Ye Fan and Cui Wenwen to eat.

A table full of delicious dishes was already prepared by Shangguan Wuqiu.

Ye Fan, who had been eating cafeteria food and street fast food for a while, couldn’t help but feel tempted when he saw the delicious-looking spread.

Shangguan Wuqiu kept an eye on Ye Fan’s expressions and couldn’t help but smile happily when she saw his eager look.

“This must have taken quite some time,” said Ye Fan, making conversation with Shangguan Wuqiu, “You’ve worked hard.”

“Not really.

I’m stuck at home every day anyway, just writing novels when I’m not doing anything else.” Shangguan Wuqiu said with a smile as she picked up a bottle of red wine and a corkscrew, ready to open the wine.

“Haha, does this mean I can pop in anytime to chat and improve my meals?” joked Ye Fan, reaching out to Shangguan Wuqiu, indicating for her to pass him the red wine and corkscrew.

Shangguan Wuqiu didn’t refuse and let Ye Fan open the wine.

Shangguan Wuqiu’s eyes brightened, and just as she was about to speak, Cui Wenwen quickly clapped her hands in approval, “Yes, yes!

Cousin, come to my house to eat every day, okay?”

Ye Fan was startled but immediately pretended not to care and laughed, “Sure.

Unfortunately, I’m quite busy with work and can’t make it often.

Only occasionally.”

“Oh—” Cui Wenwen responded somewhat disappointedly.

Shangguan Wuqiu’s charming gaze returned to normal.

At this point, Ye Fan had removed the cork from the wine and began pouring a glass for Shangguan Wuqiu and one for himself.

“I want some too!” Cui Wenwen called out.

Shangguan Wuqiu immediately scolded with a stern look, “Aren’t you scared of becoming a little tipsy cat like last time?”

“Last time I was just sleepy,” Cui Wenwen murmured in defense but didn’t dare to ask for wine again.

Then, the three of them ate, talking and laughing, creating a very joyful atmosphere.

Of course, with a large table of dishes, Ye Fan ate heartily without hesitation, consuming three-quarters of everything himself.

Midway through the meal, Cui Wenwen watched Ye Fan and Shangguan Wuqiu elegantly clinking glasses of red wine, especially admiring Shangguan Wuqiu’s graceful movements while holding and sipping her wine and felt an itch to try it for herself.

“Mom, let me have some wine,” she pleaded pitifully to Shangguan Wuqiu, “I won’t drink much, just a little, I won’t get drunk.”

While begging, she raised her fair right hand, her thumb touching her index finger to show how little she meant.

Shangguan Wuqiu gave a helpless chuckle and said, “Fine, fine, no need to act pitiful.

I’ll let you drink, but you mustn’t drink a lot.”

“Thank you, Mom!

Hehe…” Cui Wenwen joyfully exclaimed, then promptly left the table to fetch a tall wine glass specifically for red wine, filled it herself, and came back.

Putting down the wine bottle, she tried to imitate Shangguan Wuqiu’s elegant manner, held up her glass, and turned to Ye Fan, “Cousin.”

Ye Fan, noticing Cui Wenwen’s somewhat clumsy imitation, couldn’t help but chuckle lightly as their glasses clinked.

Cui Wenwen’s self-control wasn’t very strong; after one glass, despite feeling a little dizzy, she continued pouring and drinking.

Shangguan Wuqiu didn’t do much to stop her.

At the end of the meal, Cui Wenwen ended up drunk and sleepy, just like last time, and fell asleep on the table.

Shangguan Wuqiu put down her wine glass and gave Ye Fan a helpless smile.

Ye Fan chuckled in response to Shangguan Wuqiu.

Then, Ye Fan helped Shangguan Wuqiu take Cui Wenwen back to her room to lie down.

Coming out of Cui Wenwen’s room, Shangguan Wuqiu said to Ye Fan, “Ye Fan, why don’t you rest in the living room for a bit?

I’ll quickly clean up the dishes.”

“Alright,” responded Ye Fan, though he actually wanted to leave, but felt it would be impolite to just eat and run.

Shangguan Wuqiu indeed moved quickly; before Ye Fan could switch to the TV channel he wanted to watch, she emerged from the kitchen and walked gracefully toward him.

Seeing Shangguan Wuqiu approaching, Ye Fan was a bit surprised but soon realized that she probably had just placed the dishes in the kitchen without washing them.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Shangguan Wuqiu said with a smile, gracefully sitting next to Ye Fan.

He immediately detected a delightful fragrance of mature femininity mixed with a faint aroma of red wine emanating from her.

“I haven’t even found the right channel yet,” Ye Fan said with a feigned nonchalance, continuing to flip through channels with the remote control.

“Let me do it,” Shangguan Wuqiu said, reaching out her delicate hand toward the remote control, inevitably grasping Ye Fan’s hand in the process.

He immediately felt a boneless softness and smoothness transmitted through his hand.

Ye Fan was momentarily taken aback, Shangguan Wuqiu’s hand still clasping both his hand and the remote control as she explained, “My TV uses a different satellite signal, you might not be familiar with it.”

“Alright,” Ye Fan came to his senses and withdrew his hand from Shangguan Wuqiu’s gentle grasp.

“What channel would you like to watch?” Shangguan Wuqiu asked calmly, focusing on the TV screen ahead.

“The Central News Channel,” Ye Fan replied.

As he spoke, he unconsciously glanced at Shangguan Wuqiu’s pretty face with the corner of his eye and noticed her cheeks flushed pink, uncertain whether it was from the wine or from holding his hand earlier.

Soon, Shangguan Wuqiu switched to the desired channel.

In fact, although it was the channel he wanted to watch, he couldn’t really concentrate on the news at this moment.

It wouldn’t be polite to completely ignore his hostess, would it?

After placing the remote control on the coffee table, Shangguan Wuqiu straightened her elegantly curved mature figure and initiated a conversation, “Do you usually watch the news?”

“Yes, it’s good,” Ye Fan responded.

The two of them started chatting more and more.

As they talked, Ye Fan suddenly felt that he and Shangguan Wuqiu were sitting too closely together, almost touching.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to subtly shift away when a warm, soft, bare arm gently rested on his.

Shangguan Wuqiu was wearing a summer dress with bare arms, and Ye Fan was only in a snug long-sleeve T-shirt.

Although their skin wasn’t directly touching, the delightful sensation was very distinctly communicated to Ye Fan’s brain.

Ye Fan hadn’t thought about developing anything with Shangguan Wuqiu, despite her breathtaking beauty that could bring disaster.

Thus, after a moment, he subtly shifted away to put some distance between them.

After they continued talking for a while, Shangguan Wuqiu suddenly asked, “Ye Fan, do you believe in Destiny?”

As she spoke, she turned to face Ye Fan.

“I believe more in man’s will triumphing over fate,” Ye Fan subconsciously responded.

“I didn’t believe in it either, but I’ve started to believe a bit recently.

I’ve been teaching myself some fortune-telling basics,” Shangguan Wuqiu said.

“Shall I read your palm for you?”

“Thanks, but no thanks, I don’t believe in fortune-telling,” Ye Fan declined with a slight shake of his head.

“No, come on, let me try; it’s not like it costs anything,” Shangguan Wuqiu insisted, “Who knows, I might actually predict something.

I haven’t had a real opportunity to test it.”

“You can read Wenwen’s,” Ye Fan suggested.

Shangguan Wuqiu lightly shook her head, “A healer can’t heal herself.

Wenwen is my daughter; we’re too close, and I can’t read her.

I rarely interact with people; would you let me practice on you?

If I’m wrong, then I’ll stop believing in it afterward.”

“Alright,” Ye Fan hesitated, then agreed, hoping to steer the lost sheep back.

Shangguan Wuqiu was visibly pleased and said with a beaming smile, “Men are left, women are right, give me your left hand.”