111: Chapter 111 Don’t Close the Door at Night 111: Chapter 111 Don’t Close the Door at Night “Dinner’s ready.”
Ye Yanran called out softly.
As she stepped out the door, she saw Ye Xuan and Zhang Xiaoyuan’s faces were radiant and irresistible.
When she saw the content look on Zhang Fan’s face, she immediately imagined what that rascal must have done.
“You little rascal, believe it or not, I’ll chop off your hands,” Ye Yanran fumed with anger.
“Sis, don’t be like that.
Look how violent you are; how will you ever get married,” Zhang Fan chuckled, then quickly darted into the kitchen to serve the dishes.
As soon as the food was on the table, Ye Jingtian couldn’t help but exclaim, “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a meal cooked by our Yanran.”
Zhang Fan asked curiously, “What about the cucumbers?”
Ye Yanran’s face stiffened, and she glared fiercely at Zhang Fan, “They’re all eaten.”
“Three kilograms of cucumbers, you ate them all by yourself?” Zhang Fan looked at Ye Yanran’s stomach with immense doubt.
“Eat!” Ye Yanran barked coldly, and immediately started to gobble up the food, as if taking out her annoyance on the meal.
With each bite, Zhang Fan couldn’t help but be impressed; the taste was quite good.
It was hard to believe that Ye Yanran, the tigress, could cook such delicious meals.
Qin Shuang kept serving dishes to Zhang Fan, causing Ye Yanran to burn with annoyance.
After all, who was the real blood relative here!
The meal took half an hour to finish.
As dusk fell completely, not a sliver of moonlight was visible outside; it was pitch-black.
“Brother Dongyang, we’ll be heading back now.
We’ll come by another day for tea,” Ye Jingtian stood up to say goodbye.
“Why don’t you take some tea leaves with you,” Zhang Dongyang offered.
Ye Jingtian shook his head swiftly.
He was already very satisfied with the Da Hong Pao tea that was over a decade old, and besides, the tea was worth a million per gram.
If it were someone else, he would have bought it without hesitation, but this was Zhang Fan’s father—they were practically family, so it wasn’t right to covet such things.
“I’ll certainly come for tea when I have time.
I, Ye Jingtian, have enjoyed tea all my life and Brother Dongyang, you mustn’t be stingy then,” Ye Jingtian said with a smile.
“You’re welcome anytime,” Zhang Dongyang responded with a smile.
Just as Ye Jingtian was preparing to leave, Ye Yanran suddenly spoke up, “Uncle Zhang, could I learn combat skills from you?”
She wouldn’t forget the reason she came today, nor the scene where Zhang Dongyang had acted at the Starlight Hotel.
Zhang Dongyang was taken aback for a moment then replied with a smile, “Of course, we’ll be family from now on.
Come over anytime.
I am planning to have Fan train with me for a while.
If you’re free, join us.”
Ye Yanran’s eyes lit up, and she said eagerly, “Is it in the morning when you train?”
“Morning and evening, but Fan has classes.
I’m just teaching him enough to defend himself,” Zhang Dongyang said.
“That’s perfect.
So how about this, Uncle Zhang: I’ll move in tonight and start training right away,” Ye Yanran asked.
Zhang Fan was dumbfounded, looking incredulously at Ye Yanran.
Was the tigress actually planning to move into his house?
Was this her way of finding an opportunity to kill him in his sleep?
Zhang Fan eyed Ye Yanran suspiciously, but seeing the fervor in her eyes, he felt more at ease.
“Nonsense!” Ye Jingtian frowned.
This would only cause trouble for Zhang Dongyang’s family; he knew all too well what a handful Ye Yanran could be at home.
“No trouble at all, letting a girl learn some self-defense skills is a good thing,” Zhang Dongyang said with a laugh, not minding in the slightest.
If it hadn’t been for Zhang Fan causing trouble today, he wouldn’t have thought to buy all that equipment.
Also, with his arm fully healed, he wanted to get back into training too.
After all, his blood was that of a warrior.
“Dad, I also want to stay.
I need to help Zhang Fan catch up on his studies,” Ye Xuan’s eyes sparkled, and she immediately spoke to Ye Jingtian.
“Tutor Zhang Fan in his studies?
Alright, then let’s head back and pack up our things first,” Qin Shuang said with a gentle smile.
Ye Yanran pouted in dissatisfaction, muttering under her breath.
Why did her mother agree to let Ye Xuan stay at Zhang Fan’s home just because she mentioned tutoring him?
Did they really start to regard that playboy Zhang Fan as their own son?
Could it be that they weren’t worried about Zhang Fan devouring Ye Xuan?
Zhang Fan almost bit his tongue.
Ye Xuan would come to his home?
Wouldn’t that mean he would have plenty of opportunities to secretly “devour” Ye Xuan?
Thinking this, Zhang Fan almost burst into laughter.
This was truly heaven-sent.
The only downside was Ye Yanran, the tigress.
If she weren’t around, he could sneak into Ye Xuan’s room at night and quietly “devour” her.
Thinking this, Zhang Fan immediately said, “Dad, I’ll go help Yanran and the others tidy up the rooms.”
Watching Zhang Fan so eager to help, Ye Yanran clenched her teeth.
She must prevent this scoundrel from doing anything to Ye Xuan.
She had to keep a close watch on Ye Xuan.
“Zhang Fan is so considerate,” Qin Shuang sighed lightly.
“Let’s go home and pack,” said Ye Yanran, pulling Ye Xuan out the door.
Ye Jingtian and Qin Shuang also took their leave one after another.
Zhang Fan was feeling very frustrated.
There were only four bedrooms with beds.
One for him, one for his dad, one for Zhang Xiaoyuan, and one for his second uncle and aunt.
Now, only the second uncle and aunt’s room was left.
Damn, having Ye Yanran and Ye Xuan share one room was not ideal.
That way, there wouldn’t be any chance to secretly “devour” Ye Xuan, would there?
Ahhh!
Yanran, that tigress, what nuisance.
Zhang Fan walked disheartened to the courtyard, collapsed limply onto the recliner, and began rocking listlessly back and forth.
“Hmph, why should they move into our house?” grumbled Zhang Xiaoyuan, sitting beside Zhang Fan in annoyance.
Zhang Fan turned to look at Zhang Xiaoyuan, gave a mischievous smile, and reached out his hand.
“Cough, cough, cough.”
Zhang Dongyang started coughing from the side.
Zhang Fan quickly withdrew his hand and promptly stood up, saying, “I’ll go wash the dishes.”
Zhang Xiaoyuan immediately got up too: “I’ll join you.”
“Brother, don’t lock the door tonight, I’ll come to your room,” Zhang Xiaoyuan whispered in Zhang Fan’s ear with a flushed face.
In that moment, Zhang Fan couldn’t help but recall how Zhang Xiaoyuan looked last night in her pajamas.
Zhang Fan lazily washed the dishes, lying on the recliner, waiting for Ye Xuan and the others to arrive.
“Hello, is this the place?”
At the entrance, suddenly more than twenty people started milling around the doorway.
“That’s right, this is the place.
Look, that’s the guy.” A man at the door took out his phone, glanced at a picture, and then grinned gruesomely before marching inside.