Chapter 309 - Brother-in-law

The concert ended perfectly, and a celebration banquet was held at a five-star hotel that very night.

At the lively celebration banquet, Liu Fei’er, who was sitting next to Shen Yan, couldn’t help but ask, “Why hasn’t Prisoner Two arrived yet?”

“He’s not attending,” Shen Yan said with regret.

Liu Fei’er widened her eyes, asking, “Why?

He played a big part in the success of the concert tonight!”

“Yes, he did,” Shen Yan nodded.

“However, he didn’t want to attend.

In fact, right after he finished singing ‘Only Love,’ he had already left.”

As she spoke, Shen Yan suddenly turned to the director and asked, “Director Xie, I asked you to specifically clip out Prisoner Two’s MP3 and video of the performance and then post it online…”

Before she could finish, Director Xie had already smiled and said, “It’s already done, and both Prisoner Two and ‘Only Love’ have spread online.

I’ve received five or six messages from record companies inquiring about Prisoner Two.”

“Yanyan, Prisoner Two is your friend.

Can you reveal anything about his background?

Also, is he currently a free agent?

There are several very good talent agencies wanting to sign him.”

Shen Yan shook her head with a smile, saying, “I’m sorry, he doesn’t want his identity to be revealed for now.”

“Oh, haha, Prisoner Two really knows how to keep everyone curious,” Director Xie laughed.

He wasn’t disappointed; he had already guessed that Prisoner Two’s identity wouldn’t be so easily revealed.

Shen Yan took out her phone from her purse, unlocked it, and saw countless missed calls and messages.

She wasn’t surprised; after every concert, there were always many congratulatory calls and messages.

And she just didn’t have the energy to reply to them all on the night of the concert.

However, she did notice that the number of missed calls and messages was about a quarter more than usual.

Ignoring the missed calls and messages, Shen Yan went online to search for information about Prisoner Two and “Only Love.” She immediately found hundreds of thousands of related posts.

She also checked WeChat and Weibo and noticed that the topics of Prisoner Two and “Only Love” were continuously spreading.

“Ye Fan is really going to be famous,” she thought to herself.

At that moment, Liu Fei’er leaned in and asked, “What are you looking at?”

“Hehe, nothing much,” Shen Yan turned off her phone and said with a light smile.

Liu Fei’er whispered in Shen Yan’s ear, “Yanyan, could you introduce me to Prisoner Two in person, I mean when he’s not wearing a mask?”

“Sure.

But first, I need to ask for his permission,” Shen Yan smiled.

Then, somewhat mysteriously, she added, “Actually, he’s not that handsome in person.

There’s not much for you to get excited about.”

Liu Fei’er giggled, “I just want to meet him in person.

You better hurry up, he won’t be staying in Hua Hai for long.”

“Alright.

I’ll call him tomorrow,” Shen Yan said, a bit reluctantly.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan had driven away from the concert venue and returned to the presidential suite at Dingsheng International Hotel.

It wasn’t very late, not even ten o’clock at night yet.

He didn’t plan to go out again, choosing to stay in the hotel to practice ancient martial arts.

However, as he poured himself a glass of water and sat on the leather sofa in the living room to drink, a phone call suddenly came in.

He picked up the phone and saw it was Nie Yuling’s call.

After he answered, Nie Yuling’s pleasant voice came through, “Brother Ye, am I disturbing your rest?”

“Hehe, not at all,” Ye Fan smiled.

“How have you been lately?

I hope the city’s crackdown hasn’t affected you?”

“No.

We’ve always been clean, and we’ve heeded your advice to keep a low profile, even suspending some of our less critical bars and nightclubs,” Nie Yuling said.

Ye Fan hummed in response.

Nie Yuling paused, then asked, “Brother Ye, when can I see you?”

Ye Fan thought about it; he didn’t have any special plans for the next day, and Nie Yuling had already asked to meet a few times over the phone.

Plus, he had a small task for Nie Yuling to handle.

“Tomorrow noon then.

But I don’t want to meet anyone else,” he said.

“Okay, I understand.

I won’t bring anyone from the gang with me,” Nie Yuling happily replied, giggling.

After hanging up, a while later another call came in, this time from Zeng Jingwei.

Ye Fan couldn’t help but smile as he answered Zeng Jingwei’s call.

“Brother Fan, the song you sang earlier was so beautiful,” Zeng Jingwei excitedly exclaimed as soon as the call connected, “Every fan in the audience was moved to tears by your singing.”

Her tone was filled with admiration.

Ye Fan smiled faintly and said, “It was just a song, nothing that exaggerated.

Besides, your brother never intended to pursue a music career.

Tonight’s songs were just for fun, like singing at a KTV, nothing to get excited about.”

Indeed, for him, performing on stage as Prisoner Two was merely to return a favor to Shen Yan.

“But after you left, countless fans at the venue were crazily shouting for your stage name, Prisoner Two.

Many of them must have become your fans.

Isn’t it a pity to just let it go?” Zeng Jingwei said.

Yielding the mad applause and shouting was what Zeng Jingwei had longed for, yet Ye Fan simply didn’t care.

“There’s nothing to regret.

My aspirations lie elsewhere, and any additional honor or fame is just a burden,” Ye Fan said sedately.

“Brother Fan, then what are your aspirations?” Zeng Jingwei asked.

Ye Fan answered seriously, “To protect our homeland, to carry on the Chinese culture, and to be the guardian of the people.”

After ending the call with Zeng Jingwei, another call came in immediately.

Seeing the caller ID, it was Mo Xiaoyan.

Seeing Mo Xiaoyan’s call, Ye Fan couldn’t help but give a wry smile; she was calling at this hour—could it be that she’d found some new “evidence” of him being unfaithful to Lu Xiaoman?

With a resigned shake of his head, Ye Fan still answered Mo Xiaoyan’s call.

As soon as the call connected, Mo Xiaoyan’s excited voice came through, “Brother-in-law, why is it always so difficult to reach you?

I’ve been trying to call you for almost half a day!”

?

Ye Fan wondered if he had misheard—hadn’t Mo Xiaoyan always disliked and looked down on him, wishing she could break him up with Lu Xiaoman right away?

Why was she suddenly calling him brother-in-law?

“What did you just call me?” Ye Fan asked uncertainly.

Mo Xiaoyan’s giggling voice came through the phone immediately, “Brother-in-law.

What else would I call you?

You wouldn’t really change your heart and leave my sister, would you?

Let me tell you, no way!”