Chapter 317 - Visiting the Gu Lan Martial Arts School

An hour later, Ye Fan moved to the penultimate floor of the Emali Group Building, which was the eleventh floor.

Carrying a cardboard box with his personal belongings, he entered the office next to Li Zhaojun and saw Wang Siyan immediately drop what she was doing and come over from her desk to greet him.

“Ye Fan, your desk is over here,” Wang Siyan said, pointing to another desk.

This desk was much more impressive than his previous one, especially the office chair, which clearly was of high quality.

The computer, which was already set up on the desk, was obviously brand new and looked quite expensive.

The layout of the office was rather interesting; two desks faced each other, each positioned against opposite walls, leaving a passageway in the middle.

This meant neither he nor Wang Siyan had to worry about the other seeing what they were up to.

Although the office wasn’t as spacious as Li Zhaojun’s, it was still quite large, about forty square meters.

Besides the two desks, there were a file cabinet, a bookshelf, and a set including a coffee table and sofa, among other things.

After Ye Fan put down the cardboard box on the desk, Wang Siyan smiled politely and said, “Ye Fan, from now on we’ll be working in the same office.

Please take good care of me.”

She had read his job description, and it seemed tailor-made for him to slack off.

This made her reassess just how close his familial relationship with Li Zhaojun was.

She felt like slapping herself when recalling the badmouthing of Ye Fan in front of Li Zhaojun.

Therefore, as soon as Ye Fan moved in, she became conspicuously courteous.

“Heh, you’re kidding, right?

It should be me asking for your care,” Ye Fan replied with a light smile.

Wang Siyan added, “I was blind and didn’t recognize Mount Tai before.

If I offended you in any way, please forgive me.”

“Did you?

I don’t seem to remember,” said Ye Fan, still smiling.

Who would bother remembering such trivial matters, and it’s not like you’re a great beauty.

If you weren’t Li Zhaojun’s assistant, I wouldn’t even remember who you are.

Seeing that Ye Fan didn’t dwell on the past, Wang Siyan breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him, and then returned to her own desk to work.

Ye Fan leisurely organized his things.

After he finished, Ye Fan turned on his computer and, out of boredom, started browsing a website, checking out the news and so on.

However, he soon stumbled across an entertainment news article about his alter ego, Prisoner Two.

With nothing better to do, Ye Fan casually clicked to check it out.

Upon opening the link, the first thing he saw was a large photo featuring a person wearing a quite unique mask on a luxurious stage, holding a microphone, and singing passionately.

“Isn’t that me?

Well, let’s see if I’ve given anything away,” Ye Fan thought to himself as he scrutinized the picture.

After a while, he nodded in satisfaction.

With the disguise of the drifter’s mask and the retro stage costume, unless someone knew beforehand, it would be impossible to connect him with the Prisoner Two on stage.

Next, he read the text below the picture, which turned out to be an exposé.

The whistleblower claimed to be an employee of Shen Yan’s temporary studio, alleging that Prisoner Two always wore a mask but seemed to have a good relationship with Shen Yan, having multiple rehearsals and frequently entering her private resting area.

“Good thing I was prepared.

Though I hadn’t expected the Prisoner Two identity to create such a buzz, anyone invited to perform at Shen Yan’s concert would certainly attract media and paparazzi digging,” Ye Fan thought to himself.

To ensure he wasn’t unaware of his identity being exposed, Ye Fan searched online for information about Prisoner Two and “Only Love” and briefly scanned through it.

After about fifteen minutes, Ye Fan was confident there were no signs of his identity being leaked.

At half past eleven, Ye Fan suddenly received a call from Shi Sheng.

Wang Siyan was out of the office, so Ye Fan answered the call directly.

“Brother Ye, sister-in-law just told me she wants to invest in the Huayang Martial Arts Hall and become a majority shareholder with over forty percent of the shares,” Shi Sheng said on the phone.

“I didn’t refuse right away; I wanted to ask for your opinion.”

“Oh,” Ye Fan responded, elongating the sound as he immediately grasped what Lu Xiaoman meant and then asked, “What’s your take on it?”

“I don’t mind,” Shi Sheng said.

“I’m just a bit curious, how did sister-in-law suddenly become so rich?”

“I know the reason, and you’ll know it later,” Ye Fan said.

“So you agreed to her.”

“But if sister-in-law really becomes a shareholder, won’t she find out Huayang Martial Arts Hall is yours?” Shi Sheng asked.

“Heh, there’s no need to hide that anymore,” Ye Fan said.

“Just agree to her for now.

But don’t tell her I’m a shareholder yet.

I’ll tell her that myself in person.”

“Okay,” Shi Sheng agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan immediately called Lu Xiaoman to set up a dinner together that evening.

Lu Xiaoman, of course, agreed instantly.

In the afternoon, Ye Fan didn’t go to work but drove to Gulan Martial Arts Hall.

Since his last departure from Gulan Martial Arts Hall, Ye Fan had been wanting to find the time to visit Gulan Martial Arts Hall and connect more with its people to look for opportunities to repay Gu Mingshuang, Lin Yuehua, and others.

Upon entering Gulan Martial Arts Hall, Ye Fan saw that Xiao Dongxue was still the receptionist at the front desk.

Xiao Dongxue’s eyes lit up when she saw Ye Fan, and she greeted him with a smile, “Mr.

Ye, you’re here.”

“Ha, Miss Xiao, hello,” Ye Fan said with a smile, approaching the counter.

Xiao Dongxue took her phone while saying, “Mr.

Ye, please wait a moment; I’ll call Sister Yuehua right now.”

After saying that, she dialed the phone.

A moment later, the call connected, and Xiao Dongxue spoke into the phone, “Sister Yuehua, Ye Fan is here, in the foyer on the first floor.”

Ye Fan watched Xiao Dongxue make the call without any intention of stopping her.

Once Xiao Dongxue finished the call, Ye Fan said, “Miss Xiao, I’d like to apply for a special membership, how can we handle that?”

“Ha, Mr.

Ye, you are a distinguished guest of our martial arts hall.

The Master said to directly grant you a complimentary VIP membership,” Xiao Dongxue laughed.

Ye Fan couldn’t help but laugh, “Is that so?

Great, then please arrange it for me.”

As he spoke, he took out his ID card for Xiao Dongxue to register.

After all, he owed a debt of life-saving grace and did not mind accepting another favor of a VIP membership; he planned to find a way to repay it later.

As Xiao Dongxue was arranging the VIP membership for Ye Fan, Lin Yuehua, dressed in a plain white robe and styled with a classical hairdo, came downstairs with a cool expression and approached Ye Fan.

Seeing Lin Yuehua, Ye Fan revealed a smile and called out, “Sister Yuehua, it’s been a while.

How have you been lately?”

Lin Yuehua turned her pretty face to the side, ignoring Ye Fan’s smile and greeting.

Ever since they knew of Ye Fan’s mentorship lineage, Gu Youlan had resolved to form a good relationship with Ye Fan.

However, Gu Youlan herself couldn’t personally befriend Ye Fan, and Gu Mingshuang wouldn’t actively develop a friendship with Ye Fan, so the task fell to Lin Yuehua.

Gu Youlan asked her to tend to Ye Fan whenever he visited the martial arts hall and maintain their friendship.

That was why, as soon as Xiao Dongxue saw Ye Fan, she immediately called Lin Yuehua downstairs.

Seeing that Lin Yuehua was still not showing him a good face due to the misunderstanding from the night she brought him porridge, Ye Fan couldn’t help but give a wry smile.

After a while, the VIP membership was arranged, and Xiao Dongxue handed Ye Fan a small tag carved out of rosewood.

“Follow me,” Lin Yuehua said coldly, turning and walking toward the stairs.

Ye Fan said goodbye to Xiao Dongxue and then chased after Lin Yuehua’s steps.