Chapter 847: Chapter 843: The Development of the Martial Arts School
Ye Fan drank the medicinal soup, while Wei Ziling stood beside him, watching with a complex expression.
After a long while, when Ye Fan finished the soup, he raised his head, wiped his mouth, and looked at Wei Ziling, asking, “Ziling, something on your mind?”
Wei Ziling hesitated for a moment, shook her head, cleaned up the soup bowl, and went to the kitchen to wash up. Ye Fan was about to return to his bedroom to perform the Rising Dragon Stance to digest and absorb the medicine’s potency when Wei Ziling came out of the kitchen.
She was wearing an apron with a cartoon bear printed on it and stood by the wall separating the living room from the kitchen, as if she had gathered tremendous courage, and asked, “Mr. Ye, are you really not a Cultivator?”
Ye Fan replied with a question, “What time is it now?”
“It’s nine thirty-six.” Wei Ziling took out her phone and looked.
“What about the date?”
Wei Ziling was a bit unclear but still replied, “June 18th.”
Wei Ziling was slightly stunned and recited the full year, month, and day.
Ye Fan then smiled, “Yes, it’s the 21st century now, and you’re asking such a question?”
Upon hearing this, Wei Ziling’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, wondering if she was really overthinking it. After hesitating for a while, she finally said, “Mr. Ye, I have something I want to confess to you.”
Ye Fan asked, “What’s the matter?”
“Well, uh,” Wei Ziling lowered her head, not daring to meet Ye Fan’s eyes, “I’m sorry, Mr. Ye, I, I rifled through your things today, originally intending to, wanting to find…”
“Evidence that I am a Cultivator?” Ye Fan smiled, “So, did you find it?”
“No, no.” Wei Ziling’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, her mouth tightly shut, her face as red as a ripe apple, and her ears were burning to transparency.
Ye Fan shook his head helplessly and said, “Don’t let it happen again.”
Saying this, he turned and went back to his bedroom.
Wei Ziling usually cleaned and tidied up his bedroom, but it wasn’t appropriate for a housekeeper to touch personal spaces like bookshelves and drawers.
Ye Fan noticed these places had been disturbed when he returned but hadn’t brought it up, wanting to see if Wei Ziling would be honest with him.
After standing in the Rising Dragon Stance for about ten minutes, Ye Fan started practicing “Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound,” and soon sounds of “hoo hee hoo hee” came from his bedroom.
Hearing the sound, Wei Ziling in the living room was filled with curiosity, as though a cat was scratching at her heart. She stood up, tiptoed quietly toward Ye Fan’s bedroom but hesitated after two steps, contemplated for a long time, and finally retreated to her own room, closing the door.
Everyone has secrets they don’t want others to know; unless Wei Ziling gave up her well-paid and easy job, her curiosity must be stopped here.
She understood the saying that curiosity killed the cat, so even with a hundred or a thousand unwillingnesses, she still forced herself to return to her bedroom.
She took out her tablet, put on headphones, and focused on watching her Korean drama.
She and Ye Fan weren’t from the same world; though they lived under the same roof, there was an invisible, insurmountable wall between them. She already decided that no matter what strange things happened to Ye Fan in the future, she wouldn’t ask.
In the master bedroom, Ye Fan composed himself entirely into practicing “Thunder Sound Tiger and Leopard.”
The next day was Friday; after work, Ye Fan drove back to Hua Hai City with Mo Xiaoyan.
When they arrived at the Huayang Martial Arts School, it was already past nine p.m., yet the school was brightly lit, with many students practicing in the training fields.
Most of the students wore martial arts school custom-made training clothes with a white base, black “Huayang” characters embroidered on the left chest, and a large “Martial” character on the back, written with a calligraphy brush, energetic and powerful—the whole training suit was full of rich traditional Chinese features.
Ye Fan and Mo Xiaoyan entered the martial arts school together; Shi Sheng was guiding a male student in stance training. Seeing the two enter, he said a few words to the male student, patted his shoulder as encouragement, and then greeted them, “Boss, Miss Mo.”
“Why did you start teaching students?” Ye Fan asked with a smile.
Shi Sheng chuckled, “Seeing these guys grunt and groan makes my hands itch.”
“If your hands itch, then spar with those coaches for a bit, you…” Before finishing his sentence, Ye Fan smiled helplessly; Shi Sheng was a former military king, champion of military district sparring, how strong his combat power was, how could he not know?
If he were serious in sparring with those coaches they hired, he might accidentally injure someone in just a few moves. If he intentionally held back, what fun would that be?
Mo Xiaoyan asked from the side, “Where’s my sister?”
Shi Sheng replied, “Oh, the manager is in the office.”
“Alright, you do your thing; Xiaoyan and I will go check it out,” Ye Fan said, heading with Mo Xiaoyan to Lu Xiaoman’s office.
The office door was open, Lu Xiaoman was sorting materials on her laptop, and only noticed when Mo Xiaoyan walked beside her.
“Xiaoyan, why are you here?” Lu Xiaoman said, then saw Ye Fan entering, quickly got up, and walked over.
Ye Fan embraced Lu Xiaoman, then held her face gently and said, “You’ve gotten thinner.”
Lu Xiaoman shook her head slightly, “No, just weighed myself yesterday, gained half a pound.”
“That’s too mushy, too mushy, can’t you not immediately cling together when you meet?” Mo Xiaoyan said, pulling Lu Xiaoman from Ye Fan’s embrace, “Sis, I brought you a gift!”
“What did you bring?” Lu Xiaoman asked happily.
Mo Xiaoyan whispered two words into her ear, and Lu Xiaoman giggled.
The relationship between the two sisters was getting better, chatting and laughing, while Ye Fan seemed like an outsider who couldn’t get a word in. He sat on the chair behind the redwood desk, glanced at the laptop, and couldn’t help but speak, “Financial reports?”
Seeing this, Lu Xiaoman walked over and said, “I’ll tell you some good news,” she said smilingly, “Our martial arts school has started making a profit.”
“So fast?” Ye Fan was a bit surprised.
Lu Xiaoman nodded, “Usually, a martial arts school would continue to lose money for a while.”
Mo Xiaoyan took Lu Xiaoman’s hand and replied, “Isn’t it obvious? Clearly, it’s because Sis is awesome, managed well, and advanced the school into profitability!” She said, then looked a bit downcast, “My company is still losing money!”
The three chatted for a while, mostly with Mo Xiaoyan and Lu Xiaoman talking while Ye Fan listened from the side. Afterward, they left the martial arts school for a late-night snack.
After Mo Xiaoyan left, Ye Fan drove Lu Xiaoman home, reminding her before leaving, “Don’t rush things with the school; don’t exhaust your body.”
Lu Xiaoman nodded, Ye Fan kissed her forehead, “Go on, get some rest early.”
After parting, Ye Fan drove to Dingsheng International Hotel, checked into the reserved presidential suite, and sent Li Zhaojun a text, “Let’s go visit Grandpa together tomorrow.”