The next morning, Ye Fan received a text message from Song Hongyan. There was a line on it:
Be well, don't think about it.
Although he received the message that he was safe, Ye Fan didn't feel at ease at all.
Especially when he called back, Song Hongyan's phone was turned off again, so Ye Fan decided to go to Nanling to find out.
After Ye Fan explained to Sun Bufan and the others, he took Dugu Shang to Nanling by high-speed rail.
Huang Sanzhong and Huang Tianjiao arrived at Nanling with their people a few days earlier.
This time we not only have to clean up the mess of the Nanling Martial League, but also settle the affairs of the Song family.
On the way there, news from Emperor Du Qing came one after another:
At nine o'clock, Tang Ruoxue set off from Peach Blossom No. 1 in her best clothes.
At half past nine, Tang Ruoxue appeared at the Zhonghai Civil Affairs Bureau, accompanied by Tang Qiqi and Han Jianfeng and his wife.
At 9:35, several photographers appeared, ready to witness the remarriage.
At 9:45, the florist arrived and delivered a cart of lilies, estimated at 999 lilies.
At nine fifty-five, Tang Ruoxue walked into the lobby of the Civil Affairs Bureau...
Seeing Emperor Du Qing's on-site reports one after another, as well as photos of Tang Ruoxue's appearance in her prime, Ye Fan felt indescribably depressed.
He did not let Emperor Du Qing continue the live broadcast. Ye Fan could already imagine how dejected Tang Ruoxue would be if she did not wait for him after ten o'clock.
"Ruoxue, I'm sorry..."
There was endless guilt on Ye Fan's face, and he felt like a thorn had been stabbed in his heart.
"Ding--"
Just when Ye Fan expressed his self-blame, his phone vibrated slightly, and his hand couldn't stop shaking, fearing that it was a call from Tang Ruoxue.
But in my heart, I was inexplicably expecting her to scold me, so I finally took out my phone.
It’s just that the number above is not Tang Ruoxue, but a strange call from Nanling. Ye Fan puts on his Bluetooth headset to answer the call.
"Evan?"
"I am your Uncle Yong, Li Dayong. Why didn't you say anything when you came to Nanling?"
A distant but familiar voice sounded in my ears, very loud: "If your parents hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you were in Nanling."
Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and replied: "Uncle Yong, hello, hello."
"You brat, Uncle Yong, no matter what you are doing here, you must come and have dinner with me at noon today."
Li Dayong said without any doubt: "I haven't seen you in these years, and Uncle Yong almost doesn't know what you look like."
"Your mother fell ill at the beginning of the year, and you didn't say a word. If I hadn't heard from my third mother-in-law, I wouldn't have known you were going through such a difficult time."
"Your parents are always so strong. If they don't want to come to Nanling to enjoy the blessings with me, just forget it. They also transfer the money I transfer back every time."
"Except for the thousand-yuan red envelope you received when you were in college, you haven't received a penny more."
There was a hint of reproach in his tone: "You are treating Uncle Yong as an outsider."
"Uncle Yong, I'm sorry, it's our fault."
Ye Fan originally wanted to refuse lunch, but when he heard what Li Dayong said, he could only take up the topic:
"Okay, don't say much, I'll be there at noon."
"I punish myself with three drinks."
He still has a good impression of Li Dayong: "I will arrive at the China-Haihai High-Speed Railway Station at 11 o'clock. You leave your address and I will take a taxi there..."
"What kind of taxi are you taking?"
Li Dayong directly interrupted Ye Fan: "It's half past eleven, right? I'll ask my little Huang to pick you up."
"Your aunt and Momo will also come over then."
"We haven't seen each other for so many years. You must have a good drink today at noon. By the way, tell me about your parents."
"That's it, it's settled. I'll discuss some business with some key members of the Wu League first."
He added: "See you later, don't let me go."
Ye Fan had no choice but to smile and reply: "Okay, Uncle Yong, see you later."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan found that he was in a better mood after being disturbed by Li Dayong, so he got up and walked to the restaurant to buy a bottle of water.
Ye Fan asked and walked to the No. 5 carriage.
He quickly came to the door of the restaurant, stretched out his hands and pushed the glass door open.
"stop!"
A sharp shout came.
Ye Fan was stunned.
Then, he saw a girl with pigtails in front of him. She had a pretty face and an arrogant expression.
Ye Fan frowned: "What's the matter?"
"Someone is eating in the restaurant, no one is allowed to come in and disturb them."
The girl with braids looked very impatient: "Come back in an hour."
This girl looks like she is from a rich family, but her tone of voice is very arrogant and condescending.
Ye Fan's eyes turned cold: "The high-speed rail restaurant is a public place, why did you stop me at the door?"
"Just go away if I tell you to. You don't understand people, do you?"
The girl with pigtails was very angry and slapped Ye Fan.
Seeing the other party being so unruly, Ye Fan's eyes turned cold and he was ready to blow her away.
"Jing'er, don't be presumptuous!"
At this moment, a vicissitudes of life but majestic voice came from the restaurant:
"After all, it's our fault for occupying the restaurant. Beating people again would be too much."
Jing'er instantly lost her arrogance and became extremely respectful: "Yes, Mr. Zhu."
She reluctantly got out of the way.
Ye Fan took back his hand and walked in.
He found that there were six waiters and two chefs standing in the restaurant, but they were serving only one table.
There were five middle-aged men and women on both sides of the table. They were all very imposing and elegantly dressed. They looked like they were either rich or noble.
But they all stood.
There was only one middle-aged man sitting on the entire table. In front of him, there were more than a dozen exquisite dishes and a small bottle of wine.
Ye Fan's eyes jumped across the crowd and landed on the middle-aged man's face. This was probably Mr. Zhu.
The other party, Feng Qingyun, looked over with a faint smile.
His eyes were weathered, yet calm.
Without anyone's introduction, Ye Fan knew that this was a big shot, and that look in his eyes was not something ordinary people could possess.
The middle-aged man smiled gently: "Young man, I'm sorry, Jing'er blocked your way. Please forgive me."
Ye Fan nodded calmly as a response to the old man.
Jing'er's eyes were cold, and she really didn't like Mark's attitude.
In her opinion, people who wear ordinary clothes and have no highlights, but like to pay attention to equality, will never stand out in their lives.
If Mr. Zhu hadn't stopped him just now, she would have slapped Ye Fan away.
Mr. Zhu didn't take it to heart and tilted his head slightly towards Jing'er and the others:
"I don't want to eat. Let's go back to business class. Don't block other passengers from eating."
Jing'er whispered: "Yes, Mr. Zhu."
Mr. Zhu looked at Ye Fan again and smiled:
"Young man, I've offended you. I'll give you this as a small apology."
Ye Fan did not respond, but narrowed his eyes and looked at Mr. Zhu's face.
Compared with the vitality of his eyes, Mr. Zhu's face is much shriveled, and his skin is even darker, as ugly as ink.
Jing'er couldn't help but shouted: "Mr. Zhu is talking to you, are you deaf?"
