Chapter 331 - Li Zhaojun's Doubts

“Hehe, yes, oh.

She and I are besties,” Zhao Tianya said proudly with a laugh.

Ye Fan’s heart couldn’t help but twitch—what a small world it was.

Although he had guessed that Li Zhaojun and Zhao Tianya had a good relationship, he hadn’t expected it to be this close.

“Oh,” he tried to sound nonchalant, “Zhao sis, you should go talk business with the other directors or CEOs.

Don’t let me keep you from your work.”

Li Zhaojun was just not too far away—chatting with Zhao Tianya for too long might arouse Zhaojun’s suspicions.

Zhao Tianya glanced over at Li Zhaojun and seemed to notice that Ye Fan was a bit concerned about Zhaojun finding out how well he got along with her.

Yet, she was also feeling a bit guilty.

So, she said with a playful smile, “Alright.

I’ll come find you for a chat when I’m free later.”

With that, she turned and walked away, swaying her sensual hips.

However, Zhao Tianya’s chat with Ye Fan, though brief, was still seen by Li Zhaojun.

Li Zhaojun felt a bit puzzled in her heart; Zhao Tianya seemed to see Ye Fan in a different light.

Even considering her own face, it didn’t justify Zhao Tianya actively seeking out a conversation with Ye Fan.

After about fifteen to twenty minutes, Li Zhaojun finished talking with Zheng Liangyu and got up to walk over to Ye Fan.

Seeing Li Zhaojun approaching, Ye Fan stood up.

“Are you feeling bored?” Li Zhaojun asked.

Ye Fan responded with a light smile, “Not really.”

“I still need to talk with two people about potential collaborations.

Would you like to listen in?” Li Zhaojun suggested.

Ye Fan shook his head.

“Alright then,” Li Zhaojun didn’t insist and walked away.

Over an hour into the official start of the party, Dongfang Yun Qi finally had a moment to catch her breath.

As she was looking for a place to sit down and rest for a few minutes, she happened to see Ye Fan sitting on a sofa in a corner, which reminded her that she still hadn’t confirmed whether Ye Fan was “Prisoner Two”.

So, she gracefully walked over to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan saw Dongfang Yun Qi approaching and looking his way; guessing that she was coming to see him, he smiled and stood up.

“Hehe, have a seat.

I’d like to sit and rest, too,” Dongfang Yun Qi said with an amiable smile.

Ye Fan chuckled and made a gentlemanly gesture for her to sit.

After Dongfang Yun Qi sat down elegantly, Ye Fan also took his seat.

Then, the two casually started chatting.

However, Dongfang Yun Qi had a purpose—her casual conversation was actually a subtle probe to confirm whether Ye Fan was indeed Prisoner Two, without him noticing.

Ye Fan had no idea that Dongfang Yun Qi might try to test him on such matters and was completely unguarded.

Meanwhile, Li Zhaojun, who was engaged in discussing company collaboration opportunities, naturally noticed Dongfang Yun Qi initiating a conversation with Ye Fan.

Seeing Dongfang Yun Qi approaching Ye Fan for a chat, Li Zhaojun felt a silent shock: Dongfang Yun Qi, with her stunning beauty and illustrious background, has always been rather proud.

Why would she take the initiative to chat with a playboy like Ye Fan?

She felt Ye Fan exuded an air of mystery all evening.

Dongfang Yunqi chatted with Ye Fan for about six or seven minutes and walked away content.

She was now certain that Prisoner No.

2 was Ye Fan.

But she was good at keeping secrets and would certainly not reveal it.

After a while, Li Zhaojun saw Mo Xiaoyan walk over and sit down to chat with Ye Fan.

Although she was too far away and the noisy crowd in the party hall made it impossible to hear their conversation, from their expressions, she could tell that Mo Xiaoyan was enjoying the chat with Ye Fan.

And she noticed that Mo Xiaoyan’s warmth and enthusiasm towards Ye Fan exceeded that expected of her social role.

“If Lu Xiaoman, constrained by her upbringing and perhaps owing a debt of gratitude, failed to see through Ye Fan’s frivolous nature and became smitten with him, it could be understood.

But Mo Xiaoyan is different altogether, as her discernment surely isn’t lacking, yet she’s so close to Ye Fan.

At most, Ye Fan is just known as Lu Xiaoman’s boyfriend; Mo Xiaoyan doesn’t need to be so amiable toward him,” pondered Li Zhaojun.

“Why is that?”

The party was scheduled to end at half past ten, yet after finishing her discussions around nine-thirty, Li Zhaojun did not stick around to mingle with the other directors or CEOs.

She simply said goodbye to Zhao Tianya, and then she and Ye Fan left early.

Li Zhaojun was silent all the way back.

Ye Fan was used to Li Zhaojun’s personality and didn’t find it strange.

If Li Zhaojun had kept talking nonstop, he would have been the one to find it odd.

Around ten o’clock, Ye Fan drove up to the gate of the Imperial Bay community.

As Ye Fan was about to park and get out, Li Zhaojun spoke up, “Just go in.”

“That won’t do.

It takes seven or eight minutes to walk from your villa to the gate here.

Anyway, we’re at the doorstep now, you might as well drive in yourself,” Ye Fan replied reluctantly.

Li Zhaojun said, “I have some doubts that I need to discuss seriously with you.”

“Then let’s talk here.

Going in and out is such a hassle,” said Ye Fan, as he pulled the car over to the side of the road.

He figured that if he could talk with Li Zhaojun for ten minutes, it would be a miracle.

Also, subconsciously, he had felt a bit reluctant to enter Li Zhaojun’s villa ever since he was forced to move out the last time.

Seeing that Ye Fan still refused to go in, Li Zhaojun didn’t insist and said indifferently, “Alright then.

Get out, I’ll drive in myself.”

“You don’t want to talk anymore?” Ye Fan asked.

Li Zhaojun replied, “I suddenly feel a bit tired, let’s talk another time.”

In the car, though they were close, without being able to talk face-to-face and judge by facial expressions and eye movements, she figured she wouldn’t be able to get much out of him.

Ye Fan didn’t mind, he simply responded with a “Alright,” then unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and walked towards his own vehicle.

He opened his car door and sat down, and as he turned his head to look at Li Zhaojun’s car, he saw her slowly driving through the community gate.

Ye Fan shook his head, closed the car door, fastened his seatbelt, and quickly drove off.

Although Li Zhaojun had taken the initiative to give their marriage a chance, and her attitude had softened considerably compared to before, Ye Fan didn’t feel very passionate inside, even somewhat indifferent.

Perhaps in terms of looks and abilities, Lu Xiaoman and Zhao Lina couldn’t compare to Li Zhaojun, but the joy and concern he received from being with the two of them far surpassed what he got from Li Zhaojun.

In choosing a wife, should one want a beautiful and capable wife, or a gentle and virtuous one?

Ever since Li Zhaojun showed signs of changing her heart, Ye Fan had been contemplating this very question.

The more he thought about it, the more he leaned towards the latter, preferring to marry a wife who, though not outstandingly beautiful, was gentle, virtuous, and loved him.

Back at her villa, Li Zhaojun drove herself home, went up to the second-floor living room, poured a glass of water, took a few sips to moisten her throat, then sat down on the soft sofa.

She took her mobile phone out of her handbag, found her mother’s number, and dialed it.

She had paid little attention to Ye Fan’s news before, but she assumed her mother surely kept track of Ye Fan’s development.