Chapter 273 - Lin Yuehua Brings Porridge Late at Night

Just after half-past ten at night, He Lian Bobo finally left reluctantly to return home.

Ye Fan also lay down on the bed to rest.

However, not long after he had lain down, a tapping sound came from outside the door.

“Come in,” Ye Fan said, turning to face the door with his head on the pillow, without getting out of bed.

His injuries had improved a lot by now, but sitting up from lying down was still painful.

He saw the door gently push open and, since the light was still on, Ye Fan directly saw Lin Yuehua carrying a blue and white porcelain bowl on a wooden tray.

“Medicine again?

Didn’t I just have some at nine something?” Ye Fan silently wondered, also noticing there was no scent of medicine.

Before he could ponder further, he called out with a smile, “Lin Yuehua.”

Lin Yuehua, still with a cold expression, lifted her eyes to look at Ye Fan when he called her name, and then immediately lowered them back to the steaming blue and white porcelain bowl, moving steadily forward.

In no time, Lin Yuehua arrived at the bedside, placing the wooden tray carefully on the nightstand.

By then, Ye Fan had guessed what was inside the blue and white porcelain bowl.

He smelled the aroma of lean meat and preserved egg congee, which prompted his stomach to rumble.

“You must be hungry.

Get up and have some congee,” she said coldly, turning around to face Ye Fan after placing down the congee.

Ye Fan felt a wave of warmth in his heart and smiled, “Thank you.”

Then he began to sit up.

But as he started to rise, he suddenly remembered the gentleness of Lin Yuehua while treating his wounds, and decided to pretend the pain from his injuries was too much, collapsing back onto the bed with his teeth gritted and gasping sharply in pain.

“I can’t sit up by myself, help me,” Ye Fan asked Lin Yuehua.

Lin Yuehua let out an impatient snort, “Making such a fuss.” She stepped forward, bent down, and gently helped Ye Fan to sit up.

Being gently supported by Lin Yuehua and catching the faint fragrance from her body gave Ye Fan a secret thrill.

After helping Ye Fan sit up, Lin Yuehua immediately took two intentional steps back.

“Thank you, Sister Yuehua,” Ye Fan said with a smile, looking at Lin Yuehua’s stunningly beautiful face.

Lin Yuehua paused for a moment when she heard the words “Sister Yuehua” before her face turned cold as ice, and she scoffed, “Don’t try to get close to me.

We’re not that familiar!”

Ye Fan chuckled and said, “Sister Yuehua, I know you’ve misunderstood me, and I don’t intend to explain.

But I will remember the kindness you’ve shown me and treat you well.

So, whether you accept it or not, I will call you Sister Yuehua.”

“Rascal!” Lin Yuehua snorted with a cold face, but she still handed the bowl of lean meat and preserved egg congee to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan looked up and smiled at Lin Yuehua before taking the blue and white porcelain bowl and starting to eat the congee.

The bowl was not large, and Ye Fan, being quite hungry, finished the entire bowl in just a few mouthfuls.

He turned to Lin Yuehua with an embarrassed smile and said, “Sister Yuehua, could you get me a few more bowls?

Just one small bowl isn’t enough to fill me up.”

Lin Yuehua snorted lightly and walked out of the room with the wooden tray.

Ye Fan’s face wore a pleased smile as he leisurely admired Lin Yuehua’s graceful retreating figure.

A few minutes later, Lin Yuehua came back with a scarlet clay pot containing half a pot of lean pork and preserved egg congee, certainly a generous amount.

Ye Fan tucked in and drank five or six bowls, finally feeling full.

After Ye Fan finished eating, Lin Yuehua was about to take the clay pot and leave when Ye Fan called out, “Wait!”

“What now?” Lin Yuehua turned around, seemingly impatient.

Ye Fan smiled and said, “The congee you cooked is so tasty, I ate a bit too much.

I definitely can’t lie down to rest right away.

Could you come back later and chat with me for a bit?”

Lin Yuehua’s slender eyebrows instantly stood on end as she said angrily, “Ye Fan, don’t push your luck!

I’m not your serving girl to be ordered around at will!”

Initially, she had felt a bit off about bringing congee over in the middle of the night.

Then, being bossed around by Ye Fan one time after another made her feel like she was degrading herself.

When Ye Fan asked her to come back and chat, it immediately felt like a great insult to her, and she couldn’t hold back her outburst anymore.

Ye Fan hadn’t expected Lin Yuehua to react so strongly, and with an innocent, wry smile, he quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

I never meant to treat you like a serving girl.

You misunderstood.”

“Hmph!” Lin Yuehua snorted coldly, turned around, left the room, and slammed the door shut.

Hearing the slam of the door, Ye Fan guessed Lin Yuehua was really angry.

He gave a wry smile and muttered to himself, “I thought chatting would help bridge the gap, but I accidentally angered her again.”

The next morning, after a night’s rest, not only could Ye Fan sit up by himself, but he was also able to get out of bed.

At five in the afternoon, after thanking Gu Youlan, Gu Mingshuang, and Lin Yuehua’s group, Ye Fan and Shen Biancheng left the Gulan Martial Arts Hall and drove to the Dingsheng International Hotel.

Ye Fan didn’t go straight back to the presidential suite he had rented.

First, he took Shen Biancheng to the hotel’s dining building for dinner, then they went back to the suite.

Upon entering the presidential suite, Shen Biancheng looked around with some surprise and said, “Little martial brother, why are you always staying in a hotel?

Aren’t you married?

Your wife, Li Zhaojun, should have a place for you to stay, right?”

“How could I always stay here?

I’ve only been here a few days,” Ye Fan invited Shen Biancheng to sit on the living room couch and explained, “Recently, we had a little disagreement.

I’m staying out for a few days to give us both some space to cool off.”

Shen Biancheng knew that when Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun got married, it was without affection, merely due to their families’ orders and a childhood engagement.

It was very normal for conflicts to arise between Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun, being young and temperamental.

So he didn’t take it too seriously and it wasn’t his place to interfere with Ye Fan’s private life.

He just smiled and said, “That’s probably for the best.”

After brewing a pot of top-quality early spring Longjing tea for Shen Biancheng, Ye Fan said, “I have to go out for a bit soon, so I need to quickly take a shower and change clothes.

Please feel free to enjoy the tea and watch TV in the meantime.”

“Okay, go do what you need to do.

No need for formalities between brothers,” said Shen Biancheng.

Ye Fan nodded, got up, and went to take a shower in the master bedroom.

After the shower, he looked at the time.

It was almost time to leave.

“Brother, ideally I should take you around Hua Hai city, but I have an engagement tonight.

Please make yourself at home for now,” Ye Fan told Shen Biancheng.

Shen Biancheng replied, “I’m here to protect you.

If you’re going out, of course, I’ll come with you.”

“Heh, that won’t be necessary,” Ye Fan said.

“The other night, Dong Ziqi got quite injured in his fight with Gu Mingshuang.

I doubt his injuries have healed by now.

Moreover, Hua Hai is so large, with a population over twenty million, he couldn’t possibly find me in the vast night without the Qinglang Gang leading the way.

And now the Qinglang Gang has fallen apart.

Besides, the places I’m going are crowded, so even if he encountered me, he wouldn’t dare make a move.”

Shen Biancheng was a grandmaster martial artist at the peak of internal strength, and Ye Fan definitely didn’t want to treat Shen Biancheng like a bodyguard, bringing him along everywhere.

After some thought, Shen Biancheng realized this young martial brother was quick-witted, and now that Ye Fan was on guard, Dong Ziqi wouldn’t find another opportunity to attack him easily, so he nodded in agreement.