Chapter 157 - Visit

Leaving the small red-walled building, Ye Fan was still driving, with Li Zhaojun sitting in the passenger seat.

He started the car and slowly drove out of the retirement community for senior officials.

Suddenly, Li Zhaojun spoke up, “From now on, you’re not allowed to talk nonsense about having kids.”

As she said this, her pretty face couldn’t help but blush.

Such talk was too embarrassing.

Only someone as shameless as Ye Fan could say something like that, she thought irritably.

Ye Fan, hearing that Li Zhaojun didn’t sound very angry, couldn’t help but be amused.

He purposely teased, “What if Grandpa asks?”

“…” Li Zhaojun, filled with shy annoyance, really wanted to stamp her feet and turned her head to glare at Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan pretended not to notice her looking and continued to drive with a slight smile, focusing on the road ahead.

After a while, having no other choice, Li Zhaojun said, “You can only talk about it if Grandpa brings it up.”

“Hehe, all right then,” Ye Fan chuckled, knowing Li Zhaojun was easily embarrassed, so he decided it was best to stop teasing her, lest she kick him out of the car halfway and he would have to walk home.

Once they exited the gates of the community, Ye Fan turned the car left towards home.

Li Zhaojun suddenly said, “Didn’t you say you needed the car tomorrow morning?

If you don’t go to the company to get a car, I won’t be able to lend you mine.”

“Ha ha, thank you so much, Madame Chairman, for taking pity on your subordinate,” Ye Fan said happily, immediately turning the steering wheel around to drive towards the Emali Corporation instead.

Li Zhaojun snorted lightly, “Don’t flatter yourself.

I just don’t want someone cursing me in their heart.”

“Would I be that petty?” Ye Fan said with a laugh, shaking his head.

“I’m not interested in knowing,” Li Zhaojun said, pouting slightly.

After picking up the car at the company headquarters, Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun both drove home.

Back at the villa and after entering the foyer, Ye Fan thought Li Zhaojun would head straight to the second floor as usual.

Unexpectedly, Li Zhaojun walked elegantly to the sofa in the living room and sat down.

Ye Fan was surprised and thought, “Could it be the sun rose from the west today?

Or does she have something to tell me?”

While he was pondering, Li Zhaojun had already picked up the remote control from the coffee table and turned on the TV.

Ye Fan sat down on another sofa, glanced at the TV, then turned his gaze back to Li Zhaojun, asking, “Do you have something to tell me?”

“No,” Li Zhaojun responded indifferently, her eyes fixed on the television.

Ye Fan really wanted to ask why she was sitting here, but he didn’t go through with the question because it seemed foolish; after all, this was her home, and she could sit wherever she wanted.

Ye Fan guessed internally for quite a while, waiting for Li Zhaojun to say something, but she just focused on watching the TV.

After more than half an hour, Li Zhaojun stood up without a word and then went upstairs.

The next morning, after a night’s rest, Ye Fan got up early, full of energy and glowing with vigor.

His eyebrows were dark and gleaming like ink, his eyes were deep as the ocean and radiant, and his whole body exuded a strong aura of vitality.

After breakfast, Ye Fan got dressed in his room, then drove out of the villa to pick up Zeng Jingwei from Hua Hai University.

He had already called Yan Yusong to arrange a meeting time, which was around 10:30 this morning at Yan Yusong’s home.

Driving to the girls’ dormitory building of Hua Hai University, Ye Fan called Zeng Jingwei to come downstairs.

After a short while, Zeng Jingwei hurriedly jogged down the stairs, arriving in front of Ye Fan with a face full of anticipation and excitement.

Ye Fan sized up Zeng Jingwei, his eyes lighting up.

Zeng Jingwei was dressed in a light pale blue chiffon dress which was fitted at the waist and sleeveless, revealing her fair and tender arms.

Paired with a pair of high-heeled stilettos, her tall figure over one meter seventy stood out from the crowd even more, complementing her pretty looks, she had quite the air of a goddess.

“Brother Fan, hehe,” Zeng Jingwei called out excitedly in front of Ye Fan.

Ye Fan glanced at her pretty face and said with a smile, “Hmm, not bad, no dark circles under your eyes.”

He had thought that Zeng Jingwei would be so excited that she would not sleep well all night, but unexpectedly, this young lady had a good mental quality and actually did not suffer from insomnia.

“Hehe, I went to sleep early,” Zeng Jingwei said with a girlish chuckle, then turned around in front of Ye Fan and asked, “Brother Fan, how do I look in this outfit?”

“Uh-huh, very good, quite stylish.

If I didn’t know you, I might have mistaken you for a celebrity,” Ye Fan nodded, “You’ll definitely score some extra impression points.

Maybe he’ll even take you on as his direct disciple right away.”

Zeng Jingwei was delighted, but her pretty face still showed some concern as she said, “I hope my voice will catch Teacher Yan’s discerning ear.”

Becoming an ordinary student versus a direct disciple made a huge difference.

Being a direct disciple meant receiving the full, meticulous training and instruction from the teacher, along with a tailored cultivation and development plan.

With Yan Yusong’s outstanding teaching abilities and his huge network in the national music scene, once someone became his direct disciple, their future achievements were promising.

Therefore, the first visit to Yan Yusong’s home was not just a simple first meeting between student and teacher; it was a visit that would decide whether one could become a direct disciple, which was very important.

Ye Fan laughed and said, “Just perform with a regular mindset, and you’ll definitely do well.

Hehe, get in the car.”

“Mhm,” Zeng Jingwei nodded in response, walked around the car, and sat in the passenger seat.

Although Yan Yusong was a professor at Huahai Music College, he did not live on campus but in a villa community that was about an eight- or nine-minute drive from Huahai Music College.

Ye Fan drove Zeng Jingwei to the entrance of the villa community.

It was just ten o’clock, half an hour before the agreed time, so he parked on the roadside for about ten minutes before driving into the community.

Upon entering the villa community, Ye Fan found that the community had some years behind it, and the architectural style of the villas looked somewhat outdated.

However, the villas met decent specifications, with front and backyards—the front yard for parking and the backyard planted with flowers and potted plants.

A few minutes later, Ye Fan found Yan Yusong’s home.

Getting out of the car, he rang the doorbell at the front yard gate of the villa, where a neatly dressed, refined, and elegant woman in her sixties opened the gate to greet them.

With kind and benevolent eyes, she seemed very amiable; she was Yan Yusong’s partner, Zhang Xiaoling.

Parking the car in the villa’s front yard, Ye Fan noticed there were two other vehicles parked there: a black Volkswagen sedan and, surprisingly, a fashionably female-style cobalt blue Maserati Quattroporte.

“Are there other guests?” Ye Fan wondered to himself.

After getting out of the car, Zeng Jingwei called out to Zhang Xiaoling with polite enthusiasm, addressing her as “Teacher’s Wife.”

Zhang Xiaoling nodded with a smile, sizing up Zeng Jingwei’s appearance and figure with a kind smile and said, “Girl, you look good, and you have a nice voice.

Old Yan will like you.”

At that moment, Ye Fan had already taken the gifts from the car’s trunk.

It was an elaborately packaged gift of two bottles of twenty-year-old Maotai liquor, one jin of premium Da Hong Pao tea, and one portion of high-quality bird’s nest.

Considering that Yan Yusong was a music professor, he had decided not to bring tobacco.

Ye Fan brought the gifts over, Zeng Jingwei smartly took them, and then presented them to Zhang Xiaoling, saying, “Teacher’s Wife, this is a small token of our respect to you both, please accept it.”

Seeing the substantial gifts, which she estimated to be worth over ten thousand yuan, Zhang Xiaoling smiled and demurred a bit before accepting them.

Upon entering the first-floor hall, Zhang Xiaoling placed the gifts on the coffee table and then led Ye Fan and Zeng Jingwei to the backyard, saying, “Old Yan is in the backyard discussing music with Xiao Yan.”