Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 849: 845 Li Zhaojun's Struggle

Chapter 849: Chapter 845 Li Zhaojun’s Struggle

“You want me to take this? I’d rather have a big bowl of braised pork!” Elder Li impatiently waved his hand upon seeing the medicine in Ye Fan’s hand.

Ye Fan said, “Grandpa, when you’re hungry, you eat; when you’re sick, you take medicine. It’s just common sense. You can eat braised pork, but you can’t skip this medicine, right?”

“Are you lecturing me now?” Elder Li said with a stern face, but he clearly wasn’t angry. After thinking for a moment, he said, “Living a lifetime, having more illnesses in old age is normal. If you can get through it, you live longer; if you can’t, well, it’s just that God doesn’t give you more to eat and it’s time to find peace in the ground.”

The old man spoke slowly, but each word was clear. At his age, he had been through everything and viewed life and death lightly, his words reflecting an air of broad-mindedness.

Ye Fan was slightly taken aback. In his impression, Elder Li was a typical older generation soldier, a brave man who dared to face well-equipped enemy troops with nothing but rifles and millet—a tough guy who constantly fought against nature and people, never compromising or retreating. Yet here he was, speaking like this.

Ye Fan paused, then suddenly smiled and said, “Grandpa, leaving one’s fate to God is not something a materialistic proletarian revolutionary should be doing.”

Elder Li just chuckled, not continuing the topic, though he agreed to take the medicine.

Ye Fan gently patted the old man’s back as the elder struggled to swallow the medicine, catching his breath. Only then did he glance at Ye Fan and then at Li Zhaojun, saying, “Don’t worry, I won’t go see Marx until I’ve seen my great-grandchild.”

Ye Fan paused, looked at Li Zhaojun, who seemed to have heard nothing, and remained silently sitting there.

“Jun’er, why aren’t you speaking today?” Elder Li asked.

It was a while before Li Zhaojun looked back from gazing into the distance, facing Elder Li.

Ye Fan noticed a flicker of familial struggle in Li Zhaojun’s coldly beautiful eyes; her vermilion lips moved slightly but uttered no words.

“Zhaojun’s not feeling well, she caught a cold yesterday, and her throat hurts a lot,” Ye Fan quickly covered up.

“Oh.” Elder Li patted Li Zhaojun’s hand and suddenly recoiled as if shocked, “Why so cold? Jun’er, are you alright? Have you seen a doctor?”

Ye Fan, feeling cornered, said, “We went to the hospital; the doctor said it’s nothing serious, just need to rest a bit.”

Hearing this, Elder Li finally relaxed, but the fright just now made his chest heave violently like a bellows, panting heavily. Ye Fan gently massaged his chest until he calmed down and then Elder Li earnestly said, “Young people, take good care of your bodies. But speaking of this, Xiao Fan, you’ve been married to Jun’er for a while now; it’s time you had a child.”

The old man paused, then continued, “A family without children, missing something vital, is never complete.”

Ye Fan silently smiled, not directly responding to the old man’s words, feeling like he was swallowing bitter herbs with no words to express it.

The old man spoke for a while longer, yet Li Zhaojun remained silent, her gaze fixed on Ye Fan and Elder Li, unmoving.

She stood there as if on top of a high mountain peak, detached from the world, untouched by earthly affairs, ethereal like a fairy. She observed Ye Fan and Elder Li as though watching from the clouds, hearing their conversation like the wind passing by her ears.

She longed to speak, to join in their conversations, to feel the deep familial and romantic bonds, yet her body remained unmoved.

It was as if she watched her past life in a dream, knowing Elder Li and Ye Fan were her most important people but unable to go closer, separated by layers of barriers.

“Grandpa, Ye Fan…” she silently shouted in her heart, desperately wanting to break through the layers, but boundless detachment imprisoned her like the world’s strongest cage.

“Whimper,” she suddenly let out a soft grunt.

Ye Fan, who was chatting with Elder Li, quickly turned his head to see Li Zhaojun’s elegant figure seemingly about to take flight, her delicate body swayed slightly. Then, a streak of fresh blood trickled from the corner of her sensual mouth, starkly contrasting against her pale, delicate chin.

Elder Li also noticed the blood at Li Zhaojun’s mouth and anxiously asked, “Jun’er, what’s wrong? Why are you bleeding?”

Ye Fan immediately thought that something might have gone wrong with Li Zhaojun practicing the Jade Maiden Heart Scripture. Coming back to his senses, he quickly stood up, reaching out to support Li Zhaojun.

At the same time, his fingers found their way to her wrist, and indeed, beneath the cold, delicate skin, her pulse was in turmoil.

“Grandpa, don’t worry, I’ll bring Zhaojun to rest.” He quickly said to Elder Li, not waiting for a response, and immediately helped Li Zhaojun into a room.

Once inside, he helped Li Zhaojun sit down in a chair.

“Zhaojun, listen, your Qi-Blood is in chaos now, let me help you adjust it, don’t resist,” Ye Fan said quickly, gathering his breath, channeling his Inner Strength, and pressing his palms on Li Zhaojun’s back.

Just as his palms touched her clothing, Li Zhaojun suddenly stood up, and he found his hands striking empty air.

“Zhaojun, you…” Ye Fan worriedly called out, frowning.

“I’m fine,” Li Zhaojun’s lips moved slightly, a cold voice emanated as if from miles away.

She used a white handkerchief to wipe the blood from her mouth.

Concerned, Ye Fan asked, “Are you really okay? It seemed like you had a Qi deviation just now.”

Li Zhaojun didn’t answer, standing coldly, as though on a towering mountain peak, her gaze passed over Ye Fan, her eyes restored to an indomitable coldness.

Ye Fan looked at Li Zhaojun with a pang of heartache and realized from her expression that she had already suppressed the chaotic state within her Qi-Blood.

“As long as you’re alright,” Ye Fan sighed with relief, “Let’s go back to see Grandpa, or he’ll worry.”

Saying that, he reached out to hold Li Zhaojun’s cold, soft hand, intending to lead her out.

However, as he grasped her hand, it suddenly stiffened, as if to fling his hand away. Simultaneously, a dangerous aura emanated from her.

Ye Fan frowned but instead of letting go, he tightened his grip on her hand, his gaze fixed on her cold, indifferent eyes.

After a moment, he finally sensed her hand gradually softening, returning to its boneless softness, silently agreeing to let him hold her hand.

“Hoo—” Ye Fan let out a long sigh of relief.

Earlier, his heart had leapt into his throat.

Currently, his strength was no match for Li Zhaojun at all. The dangerous aura she emitted just now created an unprecedented sense of crisis deep within him.

The last time when Li Zhaojun hadn’t strayed too far down the path of emotional detachment, he was gravely injured by a single strike from her. Now, as she delved deeper into practicing the Jade Maiden Heart Scripture, her disposition grew colder, suggesting she might kill him with a single strike.