Chapter 314 - Mobilizing Ye Fan

It was after ten at night when Ye Fan and Shen Yan each drove their own cars and left Yan Yusong’s house.

Since they were heading in different directions, they went their separate ways after exiting the villa complex’s gate.

Ye Fan chuckled self-deprecatingly while driving.

It turned out he had overthought things.

In the music room, when he had reached out to embrace Shen Yan’s soft waist, she had skillfully dodged away.

Fortunately, Shen Yan hadn’t blamed him; otherwise, he would’ve felt unbearably ashamed.

Afterward, he and Shen Yan didn’t just discuss music in the music room.

They talked about music for about ten minutes and then their conversation shifted to life and past events.

However, it wasn’t without gains.

After chatting for nearly an hour and a half, Shen Yan shared with him her childhood and youth and how she had step by step reached where she was today.

Back at Dingsheng International Hotel, Ye Fan checked on the health soup that he’d been stewing in a smart purple clay pot.

Thankfully, the water hadn’t dried up, and the soup was still warm thanks to the pot’s insulation function.

However, the medicinal aroma that wafted out wasn’t very pleasant, and he guessed it probably didn’t taste very good either.

After resting for a while on the living room sofa, Ye Fan finally poured the ginseng Lingzhi and Polygonum multiflorum soup into a bowl and, despite the bitter taste, gulped down the entire bowl.

Once he drank the tonic soup, Ye Fan immediately felt warmth in his stomach, and then his body gradually started to heat up.

Knowing that the medicinal effects were kicking in, he immediately stood up to begin the Rising Dragon Stance.

Qi-Blood surged through him like a tide, creating a roaring sound akin to a mighty river, and combined with the movement of his muscles, bones, and the sound of his breathing, it all merged into a faint dragon chant.

The medicinal power of the ginseng Lingzhi and Polygonum multiflorum soup was continuously transformed into more vigorous Qi-Blood.

In traditional martial arts, what is known as Inner Strength is actually the body’s bioelectricity.

Normal people all have bioelectricity, but its strength greatly depends on a person’s physical condition.

The more vigorous the Qi-Blood, the stronger the bioelectricity.

Practitioners of traditional martial arts who have reached the peak of Visible Strength have very powerful Qi-Blood and much stronger bioelectricity than ordinary people.

However, although experts at the later stages of Visible Strength possess relatively strong bioelectricity, they don’t yet understand how to concentrate all their body’s bioelectricity together or how to generate more bioelectricity in an instant.

Once someone at the later stages of Visible Strength learns how to control their own bioelectricity, they then enter the stage of Invisible Strength.

The sign of entering the stage of Visible Strength is to effortlessly exert every muscle in the body, twisting these strengths into one, thereby producing a combined force far stronger than that of an ordinary person.

Therefore, Visible and Invisible Strength are the macro and micro control of one’s own body by traditional martial arts practitioners, delving into the body’s infinite potential.

Between the two, there’s seemingly a progressive relationship; in reality, they are separated by a huge chasm.

Without sufficient talent and insight, one would never cross it during their lifetime.

The next day, Ye Fan arrived at work on time.

As soon as he entered the office, he immediately saw Hu Jing, dressed to the nines with her attractive, foxy eyes sizing him up.

“What’s the matter?

Do I look especially handsome today?” Ye Fan joked.

Hu Jing smiled seductively and nodded, “Mhm, indeed you look much handsomer than before.”

Ye Fan was taken aback; he had expected Hu Jing to tease him about not being vain, but instead, she had candidly agreed.

“Hu Jing, have you come across some great joy lately?

You’re actually not roasting me.” Ye Fan asked, perplexed.

Hu Jing giggled, cast a coquettish glance at Ye Fan, and said, “So you’re not comfortable unless you’re being roasted?”

“Hehe, not at all, not at all,” Ye Fan said.

“Come on, share your good news with me and let me be happy with you.”

Standing up, Hu Jing left her desk, swaying her lovely hips, and walked over to Ye Fan.

Looking into his eyes, she said, “I’m not sure if it’s good news or a tragedy.

I hope it’s good news.

What do you say?”

“Hehe, of course, it’s good.” Although he didn’t understand what Hu Jing was referring to, Ye Fan was always happy to see others around him doing well.

Hu Jing’s face brightened into a smile, and her fox-like eyes curled with amusement.

Ye Fan felt dazzled and rather pressured.

“Ye Fan, where were you last Saturday night?

I thought you were going to Shen Yan’s concert, but it wasn’t you who was sitting next to me!” Hu Jing suddenly questioned, her gaze fixed intently on Ye Fan’s deep, sea-like eyes.

Ye Fan answered, “Why are you asking about this?

Last Saturday I went to KTV with some friends.

Besides, I gave you my last three tickets, so naturally, I couldn’t go.”

Hu Jing kept her eyes locked on Ye Fan’s, and after he finished speaking, she giggled, “You’re lying.”

“Why would I need to lie to you about this?” Ye Fan said, spreading his hands.

With a triumphant giggle, Hu Jing said, “Your eyes moved up to the right.

Looking to the right when answering questions means fabricating lies.”

Ye Fan couldn’t help but give a wry smile.

Hu Jing’s sudden question and her careful observation of his eyes were clearly a test.

He was aware of the belief that eye movements could indicate lying.

The human brain’s left hemisphere leans towards memory storage, and the right hemisphere towards imagination and logic.

When people lie, they need to use the right side of their brain to concoct a false memory, so their eyes nonconsciously shift upwards to the right.

Of course, this isn’t always the case.

Some people, through training, can remember or lie without moving their eyes.

Ye Fan hadn’t expected Hu Jing to observe his eye reactions over such a trivial matter, and that’s why he let himself get caught by her ploy.

However, Hu Jing wasn’t upset.

Instead, she was smiling sweetly and without saying another word, turned around and went back to her desk.

Ye Fan was puzzled by Hu Jing’s behavior, but he didn’t pursue the matter; instead, he shrugged and also went back to his desk.

Around nine thirty, the phone on the corner of Hu Jing’s desk mirror suddenly rang.

Hu Jing paused her work and picked up the call.

“Hu Jing, it’s Li Zhaojun.

Please come to my office,” a dignified, decisive voice came through the phone.

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” Hu Jing immediately responded.

Minutes later, in the CEO’s office, Li Zhaojun and Hu Jing sat on the sofa in front of the coffee table.

Li Zhaojun looked at Hu Jing and said, “I’m planning to relocate Ye Fan for another position.

Do you have someone suitable to be your assistant?

You can recommend someone, and I will consider it carefully.”

“Relocate Ye Fan?” Hu Jing was taken aback and hurriedly said, “Why relocate him?

Isn’t he doing well here?

The department has just finished integrating well; I’m not in favor of moving Ye Fan.”

She had just started liking Ye Fan and was planning to use their daily interactions to gradually deepen their affection, hoping Ye Fan would also come to like her.

Now that Li Zhaojun suddenly wanted to relocate Ye Fan, of course she was displeased.