Invincible Young Master in the City

After verifying the authenticity of the check at the bank, Ye Fan left Gao Feng behind and drove away in his second-hand Alto.

Gao Feng stood outside the bank entrance, watching Ye Fan's second-hand Alto disappearing into the distance. He then glanced at his own black Volkswagen worth over a hundred thousand US Dollars and felt this world was a bit mad and unreal.

After finishing his business, Ye Fan didn't go anywhere else; he went straight back to his villa and had a pleasant nap. Then, dressed in loose beach shorts and a tank top, he sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV, laughing loudly from time to time when he was amused.

Such a weekend of staying home watching TV instead of going out and socializing might seem decadent to many men, but Ye Fan immensely enjoyed it.

However, around four in the afternoon, an annoying matter came up.

He glanced at the phone and answered an unfamiliar call, "Hello, who is it?"

"Boss, it's me." A cold, slightly husky female voice came through the phone, memorable to anyone who heard it.

"Uh?" Hearing this voice, Ye Fan suddenly sat up straight from his slouch, his back as stiff as a rod, his face turned stern and resolute, his gaze sharp as a falcon, emitting a terrifying aura.

The TV volume in the living room was now muted, the air in the hall seemed to freeze, making it hard for anyone to even breathe.

"What's the matter? Speak!" Ye Fan demanded coldly.

That cold-toned female voice replied, "I just received news that someone has secretly placed a bounty of three hundred million US Dollars on your head in the international assassin market. Nehemiah Bailey who ranks fifth globally, Shiro Yamamoto who is seventh, and Eagle Bonnie who is eighth have teamed up for this job and have already infiltrated China with their assistants. You must be very careful."

Ye Fan's eyes hardened, shooting a fearsome look, then he suddenly burst into a loud laugh, "Not bad, I have only been gone for over a month, and someone already wants my head! Mo Shang, as one of the top hackers globally, help me check who issued this bounty."

"I'm looking into it with all my might," the other side responded.

Ye Fan nodded and then relaxed back into his slouchy demeanor, leaning against the soft back of the sofa, legs crossed, as he disabled the TV's mute. He casually chuckled, "As for Nehemiah Bailey, Shiro Yamamoto, and Eagle Bonnie, if these three stooges dare to come after me, I'll take it as doing a public service by dealing with them."

Mo Shang, hearing Ye Fan's lack of concern about the three assassins, wasn't surprised at all and didn't bother to urge caution. She had an almost blindly worshipful confidence in Ye Fan.

After a brief silence, seeing that Mo Shang wasn't speaking, Ye Fan said, "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

"Wait!" Mo Shang hurriedly called out.

"Yes, what else?" Ye Fan asked.

"...Boss, I miss you." A cold voice tinged with a bit of shyness came through, "How are you doing in China?"

The cold, husky, and shy voice mixed together like a cocktail, creating an indescribable seductive charm.

Unfortunately, it seemed Ye Fan didn't catch on. He grinned, "Haha, I miss you guys too. I'm, of course, doing well in China, living a carefree and relaxed life. Whether you are on a mission or resting overseas, be careful about your safety."

"Understood," Mo Shang replied.

"Then I'm hanging up," Ye Fan said, then hung up the phone and casually threw it on the sofa, continuing to watch TV heedlessly.

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At four-thirty, Li Zhaojun returned from the Emali Group, looking at Ye Fan who was lounging on the sofa watching TV in a very unflattering pose. Her pretty face instantly turned cold, and her beautiful eyes flickered with various disdainful expressions.

"Change clothes, come with me to see Grandfather," she coldly said.

After saying that, she didn't look at Ye Fan again and walked straight to the stairs, heading to the second floor.

Ye Fan pursed his lips but nonetheless stood up to go change his clothes.

A few minutes later, Ye Fan got into the passenger seat of Li Zhaojun's Maserati President.

He glanced at Li Zhaojun who was starting the car.

This woman had obviously changed out of her earlier glamorous clothes into simple casual attire. The wavy hair that usually hung over her shoulders was now tied up into a ponytail, and even the light makeup on her pretty face was washed clean, presenting a pure, natural, girl-next-door appearance.

Ye Fan wanted to mock her for saying last night that he was sycophantic, but he held back.

Ah, he's a man; he won't quibble with her over this.

...

Li's old master didn't live in a residential house but in a high-end retirement community for senior retired officers in Hua Hai's military district.

Although Li's old master had been away from the national center of power for many years, as a founding elder and one who had considerable achievements in building the country, he couldn't live the carefree life of an ordinary retiree. If he insisted on living alone like other elderly people, the state must send a considerable number of guards to ensure his safety at all times.

Of course, the military district was also a heavily guarded place.

After passing through three very strict security checkpoints, they finally made their way into the inner parts of the military district and entered the senior officers' retirement community.

Getting out of the car in the parking lot, Ye Fan took a brief look around the environment.

The buildings around weren't very tall, exuding a sense of modesty and neatness everywhere. The community itself was quite spacious and secluded, with several red-wall buildings standing tall among the shaded woods.

Li Zhaojun also got out of the car and took two bags of fruit from the trunk and handed them to Ye Fan, then spoke sternly, "I don't care how you show off your personality at home or in the corporation, but here, you must rein it in."

"Do you even need to say that?" Ye Fan replied with a grimace.

"It's best if I don't need to remind you," Li Zhaojun said, pausing for a moment before adding, "Also, in front of Grandpa, you can't act too distant with me."

"Haha, understood, understood," Ye Fan laughed, then glanced at Li Zhaojun's naturally stunning face without makeup and said cheekily, "Wife, should we hold hands when we see Grandpa and show off a bit of our loving married life?"

Saying this, he reached out to grab Li Zhaojun's fair, delicate hand.

Li Zhaojun immediately stepped back, dodging Ye Fan's hand, her eyes fierce as she shot a sharp glance at him and said in a low voice, full of momentum, "You dare?"

Ye Fan spread his hands, making an indifferent expression, and said, "Okay, I dare not. But if Grandfather notices something, don't blame me. I'm innocuous here, he is your grandfather, not mine."

Li Zhaojun pondered for a few seconds, then reluctantly said, "Holding hands is fine, but we can't do it now. Wait until we are downstairs."

"Alright," Ye Fan replied with a beaming face.

Li Zhaojun huffed arrogantly and walked toward a red-wall small building.

As they arrived at the building, Li Zhaojun paused, her voice emotionless as she said, "Hold my hand."

Ye Fan chuckled and immediately extended his hand, grasping Li Zhaojun's.

The moment he held her hand, he distinctly felt Li Zhaojun's hand tremble slightly, and it was rather stiff. The next moment, her palm even started to sweat.

"Eh?" he exclaimed in surprise, then observing Li Zhaojun's entire body, he found her posture stiff and unnatural, her beautiful profile slightly blushing. He couldn't help but ask, "Haven't you ever been held by a man before?"

Such a beautiful and smart woman, mature and attractive in shape, plus she was already thirty and very assertive - he thought Li Zhaojun had been in a relationship at least once, and even assumed she was no longer a virgin. That was one of his main reasons for always disliking her.

"Mind your own business!" Li Zhaojun responded irritably, quickly stepping forward, nearly pulling her hand away from Ye Fan's grasp.

"Hey, hey, don't rush like that; it will reveal more discrepancies," Ye Fan quickened his step to walk beside Li Zhaojun.

Li Zhaojun couldn't help but slow down.

Ye Fan chuckled and squeezed Li Zhaojun's hand a little harder, feeling how soft and boneless it seemed, with extremely smooth and delicate skin - an excellent touch.

"Haha, acting all tough last night, and now look, you're letting me hold your hand obediently?" he thought smugly.

In his delight, he playfully scratched her palm a couple of times.

"Ying—" Li Zhaojun involuntarily let out a soft moan, and her body stiffened instantly. She stopped walking, turned her head, and glared angrily at Ye Fan.