Best Young Master

”The reason I say this isn’t because I’m afraid you’ll violate Yanhuang Organization’s rules and cause trouble or difficulties for me and the Organization,” Zhao Meng explained with a wry smile, interpreting Ye Fan’s silence as a misunderstanding of his goodwill. ”I’m worried about your safety.”

”Uncle Zhao, what do you mean?” Ye Fan was intrigued.

”The man with Bai Luo tonight, named Wang Zhong, is officially his driver, but secretly, he is Bai Luo’s bodyguard,” Zhao Meng elaborated, ”and the Bai Family has gathered quite a number of Martial Artists like Wang Zhong, including Innate Great Perfection cultivators.”

”Are you concerned that if I push the Bai Family into a corner, they would send Martial Artists after me?” Ye Fan quickly grasped the implication.

”I wouldn’t say the Bai Family, but rather certain individuals within the Bai Family, like Bai Luo,” Zhao Meng sighed and continued, ”If you were to announce that you’re Divine Doctor Chu’s disciple, he definitely wouldn’t dare to keep antagonizing you; on the contrary, he’d avoid you if he could. However, since you do not wish to disclose this, with his intelligence network, he won’t be able to find out.”

Ye Fan was thoughtful.

”Xiao Fan, if you don’t mind Uncle Zhao speaking his mind...”

Seeing Ye Fan’s expression, Zhao Meng hesitated before imparting his thoughts: ”Although you are Ye Wenhao’s son, you’re his illegitimate child. Ye Wenhao acknowledges you and is willing to go through fire and water for you, but it’s hard to say the same about the rest of the Ye Family. From my perspective, it’s not certain whether they will stand up for you, let alone acknowledge you. In such a situation, no one can guarantee that, driven to despair, he won’t act out of desperation—without the Ye Family’s protection, he’s not going to hold back!”

”I understand, thank you for the reminder, Uncle Zhao,” Ye Fan said, his heart feeling somewhat clogged with emotion, and he managed a strained smile.

As the conversation ended, Ye Fan picked up his cup of tea, attempting to mask his discomfort.

The cup was scalding in his grasp, yet his heart felt chillingly cold.

”Ding-ling-ling—”

Just then, the silence in the office was broken by the ringing of the phone, which Zhao Meng answered.

”Xiao Fan, Pan Jue Ming has finished giving his statement; you can take him and leave now.” Half a minute later, Zhao Meng hung up the phone and got to his feet, walking toward Ye Fan.

”Thank you, Uncle Zhao.” Ye Fan stood up, reaching out his hand to Zhao Meng for a firm handshake, expressing his gratitude once again.

Zhao Meng smiled and personally escorted Ye Fan to the outside of the office.

Three minutes later, as Ye Fan exited the office building, he was surprised to see Pan Jue Ming waiting for him at the front gate.

”Mr. Ye, thank you!” When Ye Fan appeared, Pan Jue Ming hurried forward, bowing deeply to express his gratitude.

”Under Bai Luo’s forceful threats, you remained unwavering, which speaks volumes of your loyalty,”

Looking at the distant, brilliantly lit skyscrapers, Ye Fan sighed softly, ”Since you are loyal to me, naturally, I need to protect you; it’s reciprocal.”

”It’s not the same,”

Pan Jue Ming lifted his head, his eyes reddening as he said, ”There are many who would be loyal to a person of your status, Mr. Ye, but after the fall of the Pan Family, Uncle Situ was the first, and you are the second to stand up for me!”

”Pan Jue Ming, always remember that to earn respect from others, relying on outsiders won’t do—you must stand up for yourself!”

With the enchanted night view of Dong hai in his eyes, and recalling the conversation he had with Zhao Meng, Ye Fan spoke feelingly, ”Today, I stand up for you. Whether it’s Zheng Xun or Song Ying, they may fear you on the surface, but deep down they still look down on you.”

”—”

Pan Jue Ming trembled, biting his lip, unable to respond.

”In the near future, I will make the Bai Family members avoid me by my own efforts, and you have to make Zheng Xun and that woman bow down and apologize to you willingly. Can you do that?” Ye Fan turned his gaze back to Pan Jue Ming, asking.

”I can!”

Pan Jue Ming’s eyes flared red as he nodded, his blood boiling instantly!

Ye Fan quietly clenched his fists.

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