Chapter 310 - Meeting with Nie Yuling

Ye Fan heard this and was greatly puzzled.

He asked, “What has made your attitude do a complete one-eighty?

Haven’t you always opposed my being with Sister Man?”

“Hehe, brother-in-law,” Mo Xiaoyan cooed, “That’s all such old, stale business from years ago.

Why bring it up now?

Besides, it was only because I didn’t seriously try to understand you before that I got the wrong impression of you.”

“Are you saying that you’ve tried to understand me now?” Ye Fan retorted.

Mo Xiaoyan replied, “Mm, I’ve understood some parts: you’re an ancient martial arts genius, your family background should be pretty good, and you’re also a music genius—that’s all I know for now.

In the days to come, I’ll continue to delve deeper into understanding your strengths.

Hehe, brother-in-law, you can’t blame me for being picky.

After all, I only have one sister—who wouldn’t want their loved one to have a good future?”

“The way you’re talking sounds very much like what many mothers-in-law would say.

I find myself with nothing to refute,” Ye Fan said with a light hint of sarcasm.

“Giggling, I knew brother-in-law would be reasonable,” Mo Xiaoyan said with a charming laugh.

Not wanting to continue this nonsensical conversation, Ye Fan asked, “It’s so late, what’s the reason for your call?

It couldn’t just be to call me ‘brother-in-law,’ could it?”

“Hehe, brother-in-law, your Prisoner No.

2 look is really cool, and you sang ‘Only Love’ so well, it moved me to tears,” Mo Xiaoyan said.

A multitude of black lines appeared on the back of Ye Fan’s head—apparently, Mo Xiaoyan’s attitude had done a one-eighty just because she heard him sing “Only Love.” The impression from his martial arts talent didn’t shake her as much as a single song.

Speechlessly he asked, “Then what?”

“There’s no ‘then what.’ I just called to congratulate you,” said Mo Xiaoyan.

After a pause, she quickly asked, “Brother-in-law, should I tell Sister about you being Prisoner No.

“If she doesn’t ask, there’s no need for you to tell her,” Ye Fan said.

“Remember, keep the secret that I am Prisoner No.

2 to yourself.”

“Hehe, got it.

It’s our little secret.

Even if my sister asks, I won’t tell.

Is that okay?” Mo Xiaoyan said.

Ye Fan responded with a couple of noncommittal “mm-hmms” and then quickly ended the call.

After hanging up, Ye Fan couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

He hadn’t expected his gig as Shen Yan’s singing guest tonight would yield any benefits, but it did—Mo Xiaoyan was finally no longer being a pest.

The next morning, Ye Fan drove to Tian Gu Gui’s shop to pick up some valuable medicinal herbs.

After personally examining Tian Gu Gui’s stock and finding no discrepancy with the samples brought during dinner, he swiftly transferred five million to Tian Gu Gui and then drove away with a car trunk full of ginseng, Lingzhi, fleece-flower root, and other herbs with significant age back to the hotel.

The five million worth of nutritious, high-quality medicinal herbs might seem plentiful, but it was in fact far from sufficient.

As the saying goes, “The poor excel in literary skills, the rich in martial prowess”—if nutrition and energy can’t keep up with martial practice, all the hard training is in vain, and one could end up harming oneself.

Ancient martial arts practitioners would amass substantial Qi-blood through standing postures and had bodily strengths that far surpassed common folk, even exceeding that of bulls or tigers; such a practice process naturally required a substantial amount of replenishment.

For Ye Fan to enhance his martial abilities in a short period of time, he, of course, needed to stack up countless nutritious, high-quality medicinal herbs.

Of course, not all practitioners could rapidly improve their skills by consuming large amounts of medicinal herbs—it would be counterproductive if the talent was lacking, no matter how much one consumed.

Back in the presidential suite, Ye Fan sliced a third of a ginseng root, over thirty years old, and added it with Lingzhi and fleece-flower root into an intelligent purple clay pot gifted by Tian Gu Gui to stew.

Having completed these preparations, Ye Fan checked the time—it was almost half past eleven.

It was time to meet with Nie Yuling.

Watching the smart purple clay teapot simmering with nourishing medicinal herbs, Ye Fan muttered to himself, “Although this purple clay teapot is smart and can be set with a timer, it’s still not as good as having someone watch over it.

I don’t have that much time.

Maybe I should hire a housekeeper?

Also, simply brewing medicinal herbs into a soup won’t bring out their full effects, and drinking bitter medicine every day is unpleasant.

It would be best to prepare them as medicinal meals.”

With that thought, he decided to hire a housekeeper specifically to stew medicinal meals for him.

At twelve noon, in an elegantly and luxuriously decorated booth of a five-star restaurant, Ye Fan and Nie Yuling sat facing each other.

Nie Yuling was clearly wearing light makeup, dressed in a slim-fitting apricot lace dress covering white stockings, and white pointed high heels.

When she stood in front of Ye Fan, his eyes lit up.

Her natural beauty, combined with this outfit, made her even more radiant and charming, exuding femininity, almost making him forget her background and identity.

Their meal consisted of Western cuisine, with exquisitely prepared dishes like French foie gras, Australian marbled beef, Russian caviar, and Lafite red wine from Bordeaux, France…

Nie Yuling looked at Ye Fan with bright eyes and white teeth, a complete change from her usual cold demeanor during their previous encounters.

“Why are you staring at me like that?

Is there something dirty on my face?” Halfway through the meal, Ye Fan noticed that Nie Yuling was continuously smiling at him.

Nie Yuling giggled and said, “I suddenly realized, you’re very MAN.”

“Ha ha, what a roundabout way of saying it.

You could just say I’m ugly; I can take it,” Ye Fan laughed.

“No, no, I’m serious,” Nie Yuling laughed.

“Alright.

I didn’t expect I’d ever have the chance to be considered ‘easy on the eyes.'” Ye Fan smiled lightly.

After a pause, he remembered the purpose of meeting Nie Yuling and said, “By the way, I need your help with something.”

As he spoke, he took out a photo and handed it over, asking, “Do you recognize this person?”

At a glance at the person in the photo, Nie Yuling immediately nodded, “Of course, I recognize him.

Xiao Yichen, the only son of the chairman of Tong Yi Group, is known as the leading figure among the new generation of ‘Four Young Masters’ in Hua Hai City.

He has quite a reputation here.”

“Good to know.

Tail him with a few men.

If he does anything unusual, inform me immediately,” Ye Fan instructed.

Nie Yuling asked with slight surprise, “Did he offend you?”

“He certainly has.

However, I’m too lazy to deal with this ‘grasshopper after autumn’ for the time being,” Ye Fan said indifferently.

“Of course, I can’t ignore him completely.

When a person becomes desperate, they often make audacious and reckless moves.”

He was somewhat worried that Xiao Yichen might do something to harm Li Zhaojun when cornered.

Even though they were going to divorce in a month and a half, as long as they weren’t officially divorced yet, Li Zhaojun was still his wife.

How could he let a mad dog bite her?

“Should I send someone to…” Nie Yuling’s stunningly beautiful face showed a hint of fierceness.

Ye Fan shook his head and said, “That won’t be necessary for now.

There’s a city-wide crackdown going on.

You guys can’t commit crimes right now.

Besides, I want him to struggle in desperation for a while before I officially take care of him.”