Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 779: 775 Dongfang Yunqi's Fury

Chapter 779: Chapter 775 Dongfang Yunqi’s Fury

Ye Fan said to Ye Zaixing the names of Wang Hongsheng, Wang Kaichen, and An Qiye. Ye Zaixing laughed and replied, “No problem. Wang Hongsheng isn’t that significant, so there’s no need to record this intelligence request in the files.”

“Hehe, thank you, Uncle Zaixing,” Ye Fan chuckled.

“Not at all,” Ye Zaixing smiled back. “The information you requested will be sent to your email within two days.”

After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan tidied up briefly, getting ready to go out for dinner with Lu Xiaoman at Huayang Martial Arts School.

However, before he could leave, his phone suddenly rang. Ye Fan took it out and was surprised to find it was a call from Hu Jing.

With some confusion, Ye Fan answered Hu Jing’s call. He had called her yesterday and had already clearly declined her invitation to have dinner together. Normally, considering Hu Jing’s personality, she wouldn’t be one to keep pestering.

As the call connected, Hu Jing’s enticing voice came through the phone, “Hehe, Ye Fan.”

“Hehe, Hu Jing,” Ye Fan replied with a light smile, “What’s up?”

“Actually, it’s nothing much,” Hu Jing said, “just that Yun Qi Club is holding a party tonight, and I remembered you’re in Hua Hai City. I was wondering if you wanted to join?”

“I’ll be attending,” Ye Fan responded. “I’ve already got the invitation in hand.”

At ten o’clock, someone from Dongfang Yunqi’s group promptly delivered the party invitation.

“Hehe, I plan to attend as well,” Hu Jing coquettishly giggled. “Since you’re attending, I won’t need to scrounge an invitation off of Zhao Shuaijiang. I’ll go with you.”

Following that, she quickly added, as if afraid Ye Fan would misunderstand, “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have any other intentions, just looking to slip into Yun Qi Club to fish for another wealthy husband. Hehe…”

“Hehe, no problem,” Ye Fan said with a smile. “We’ll get in touch when it’s time.”

“Giggle, thank you,” Hu Jing laughed seductively.

Listening to Hu Jing’s charming laughter, Ye Fan could almost see her throwing a flirtatious look at him.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan finally left to meet Lu Xiaoman for dinner.

Upon arriving at the Huayang Martial Arts School, Mo Xiaoyan was still nowhere to be seen. During dinner, Lu Xiaoman brought up Mo Xiaoyan, mentioning that she had gone to work in Mingde County.

Ye Fan was a bit surprised to hear that Mo Xiaoyan had not met with him once after that night and had headed straight to Mingde County, but he also felt somewhat relieved.

Of course, there was also a tinge of disappointment, though he was reluctant to admit it.

Meanwhile, An Qiye had gotten into an internal fight with Wang Kaichen last night after they realized they had kicked an iron board, and they brawled for a while before separating, both bruised and with torn clothes, looking utterly disheveled.

He and Wang Kaichen had made enemies of each other.

However, currently faced with Ye Fan’s impending counterattack, neither An Qiye nor Wang Kaichen were in the mood to bother with each other, both splitting up to find ways to deal with this crisis.

After treating his wounds at the hospital, An Qiye returned home and spent a night in anxious regret, cursing himself for provoking Ye Fan time and again, while also desperately pondering how to get through this crisis.

Asking for mercy with money was out of the question—he had already tried that last time. The only viable option was to seek help, and that person was Dongfang Yunqi.

As someone he had pursued before, An Qiye was extremely reluctant to bow his head and beg Dongfang Yunqi. Every man longs to maintain his dignity in front of the woman he likes. Yet, if he wished to avoid Ye Fan’s retribution, he had no choice but to completely abandon his dignity and beg Dongfang Yunqi once more, banking on the years of sincerity he had shown her to plead on his behalf again.

The fact that Ye Fan could make the Hua Hai City Police Chief come personally to apologize in the middle of the night with just one phone call indicated a level of power that he could not resist.

For a man, what hurts the most is to completely lose his dignity in front of the woman he likes.

After a long struggle till dawn, waiting until eight in the morning, An Qiye immediately called Dongfang Yunqi.

The phone rang a few times and finally connected, carrying Dongfang Yunqi’s indifferent voice, “An Qiye, what do you want?”

“Hehe, hehe,” An Qiye let out two forced chuckles, saying, “Miss Yunqi, I hope I’m not disturbing your rest by calling at this hour?”

“Not at all,” Dongfang Yunqi spoke flatly. “Alright, what is it?”

“I have a very serious matter and I would like to meet with you to discuss it,” An Qiye pleaded.

Dongfang Yunqi’s elegant eyebrows slightly furrowed, to be honest she didn’t want to see An Qiye, but she could also hear the plea in An Qiye’s tone, even a hint of begging.

“What exactly is it?” she asked, her heart softening slightly.

An Qiye dared not mention over the phone that he, along with Wang Kaichen, had failed to harm Ye Fan and was now afraid of Ye Fan’s retaliation. He forced a smile and said, “It’s serious, and I hope you can give me a chance to explain it in person.”

“Alright,” Dongfang Yunqi pondered for a moment before saying, “When?”

“The sooner the better. No later than noon,” An Qiye said somewhat excitedly, hope rising in him.

“Then come to Yun Qi Club,” Dongfang Yunqi instructed.

“Thank you, Yunqi,” An Qiye exclaimed gratefully.

At around eight forty-something, in a meeting room at Yun Qi Club, Dongfang Yunqi met with An Qiye.

As she saw the bruises and scars on An Qiye’s face, his haggard appearance completely devoid of the elegance he once had as one of Hua Hai City’s Four Young Masters, she couldn’t help but ask in surprise, “Your face?”

“Hehe, sorry you have to see this,” An Qiye said with embarrassed self-mockery.

Seeing that An Qiye did not elaborate, Dongfang Yunqi did not press further and gracefully gestured for him to sit, “Please, have a seat.”

An Qiye nodded and took a seat on the leather sofa in front of the coffee table.

Dongfang Yunqi sat down opposite him and began to make tea.

Even though she didn’t want to see An Qiye, now that they had met, the necessary courtesies were essential—as a part of her basic attitude towards others.

Watching Dongfang Yunqi’s focused and graceful poise as she prepared the tea, An Qiye filled with bitterness and sorrow in his heart.

Once, he had been confident that he could win Dongfang Yunqi over and have her as his own, but now, he no longer had the courage to look into her beautiful eyes. The period between then and now was just a mere six months, a change wholly because of Ye Fan’s appearance.

The tea was finally ready, and Dongfang Yunqi elegantly poured two cups before lifting her pretty face to say to An Qiye, “Please, enjoy the tea.”

“Th-thank you,” An Qiye returned to his senses from his regret, took the teacup with his hand, took a sip, and then placed the cup back on the coffee table.

Dongfang Yunqi took a delicate sip, savored it for a moment, put down her cup, and looked at An Qiye, “You said you had something important to discuss, now tell me.”

An Qiye nodded mechanically, then let out a long sigh and recounted the events of the previous night.

Dongfang Yunqi, hearing that An Qiye would resort to such tactics against Ye Fan, immediately lost her usual ladylike demeanor and slapped the tabletop in anger.

Bang!

The tea set on the coffee table rattled from the impact, tea splashing out, evidencing her fury.

“An Qiye, I never thought you would be this kind of person. From this day forth, you and I are no longer friends!” Dongfang Yunqi said, standing up abruptly, ready to leave with a flick of her sleeves.