Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

Zhang Xiaoyu replied to Ye Fan, “Oh. Send it to Scenic Hotel then.”

Her curt reply had Ye Fan shaking his head in disapproval.

Are all young ladies so arrogant these days?

He followed up that thought with a bitter smile.

After checking Scenic Hotel's address, he was surprised to realize it was on the same street as the

Indian palace.

Well, I guess at least it's along the way.

Ye Fan decided to personally deliver the item to Zhang Xiaoyu.

On his way to Scenic Hotel, Noa called him and told him that she had arranged for a car to pick him up.

Ye Fan explained the situation, “I have some business to attend to, Noa. I've left Elysian Hall. Don't

worry about me; I'll make my way over later.”

“All right then. I'll wait for you at the palace, then? Oh right, how's your phone? Is it working well? I can

get you another one if you're having difficulties with this model,” Noa offered with a smile.

“It's a great phone. Thanks, Noa.”

Ye Fan was impressed by Noa's attentiveness.

She had thought of buying him a phone the day before while they were out buying clothes.

Still, a phone was as good as a consumable to Ye Fan. He predicted he would throw it away in a few

more days.

He soon arrived at the agreed-upon location. Half an hour passed, but there was no one to be seen.

Just as Ye Fan's patience was about to snap, a slender woman in a red gown strolled out of Scenic

Hotel on a pair of stilettos, accompanied by a group of bodyguards.

Zhang Xiaoyu glanced around before calling someone on her phone.

Soon enough, Ye Fan received a call.

Zhang Xiaoyu shot him a glance from afar before waving a bodyguard over to meet Ye Fan.

When the bodyguard reached Ye Fan, he said brusquely, “You must be the delivery guy. Just give me

the letter, and you can leave.”

His cold and rude attitude brought a frown to Ye Fan's face.

Naturally, Ye Fan did not spare the bodyguard any civilities as he retorted, “I won't do a half-hearted job

of delivering this letter. Ask the recipient to get the letter herself. I won't give this to anyone else.”

“You!” The bodyguard's eyes widened in disbelief as he sputtered, “You look so frail that the wind could

topple you, but you're gutsier than expected. Fine. Wait here.”

Noticing Ye Fan's obvious refusal to hand over the letter, the bodyguard had no choice but to report this

to Zhang Xiaoyu.

A while later, the slender woman from earlier walked over and introduced herself.

“I'm Zhang Xiaoyu. You can give me the letter. I hope you're not lying to me, or I'll sue you for

harassment and send you to jail!” She added that last threat disgruntledly.

She wondered if Ye Fan was a pervert who came up with an excuse for delivering her grandfather's

letter to approach her.

Ye Fan shook his head in response.

Are people these days truly so impolite? Ah, forget it. I'm giving her a free pass on account of her

grandfather.

He gave her the letter and turned around to leave.

To his surprise, Zhang Xiaoyu's bodyguards stopped him from leaving.

They would only let him go after verifying the legitimacy of the letter.

In fact, the bodyguards acted as though they would pack Ye Fan off to the police station at any minute.

Zhang Xiaoyu opened the envelope and verified her grandfather's handwriting.

However, she knitted her brows after reading the letter.

Zhang Xiaoyu shot Ye Fan a wary stare and demanded, “Who are you? What's your job? Your

background? How do you know my grandpa?”

Ye Fan replied half-heartedly, “I'm just an average Joe from a normal background.”

“Hmph. It looks like you have some sense of self-awareness. In that case, I'll cut to the chase. Grandpa

wants the two of us to date, but I'm sure you realize we belong to different worlds. I would never date

someone of your status. So, I hope you won't have any unrealistic expectations about my grandpa's

wishes.”

With that, she slapped the letter on Ye Fan's chest.

Just then, an Aston Martin sports car drove toward them and pulled to a stop before Zhang Xiaoyu.

The car door opened and out walked a tuxedo-clad Duo Li.

He announced, “Xiaoyu, I'm here to send you to the banquet. Please get in!”

He politely gestured for Zhang Xiaoyu to get into the sports car.

“Is this your new bodyguard?” Duo Li asked upon noticing Ye Fan.

Zhang Xiaoyu shook her head and smiled. “He's just one of my admirers.”

Duo Li sighed and advised, “Xiaoyu, you need to be less friendly next time. You can't be too nice to

everyone you see, or you may attract unwanted attention.”

“Of course, Prince Duo Li. I'll be more careful in the future,” Zhang Xiaoyu replied gently. She was

exceptionally sweet and polite in front of this nobleman.

Gone was any trace of her earlier arrogance and hostility toward Ye Fan.

The sports car soon drove off with the snazzily dressed pair inside, leaving Zhang Xiaoyu's bodyguards

in the dust.

They took turns taunting Ye Fan. “See that?”

“Prince Duo Li is the only worthy match for Ms. Zhang.”

“You shouldn't have any designs on Ms. Zhang. Honestly, I admire your foolish bravery.”

“Haha!”

The bodyguards laughed and walked off, leaving behind a confused Ye Fan.

I only came to deliver a letter. Why did they suddenly label me as some female celebrity's admirer?

As far as Ye Fan knew, Zhang Xiaoyu was an up-and-coming celebrity in India's Bollywood scene.

She was indeed beautiful, yet to Ye Fan, who had seen many women in his lifetime, Zhang Xiaoyu's

beauty hardly awed him.

Noa's beauty and elegance were far superior to Zhang Xiaoyu's.

There were also Tang Yun and Moon God, who were arguably beauties of their time.

Ye Fan looked down at the discarded letter on the ground and muttered, “I guess that old man played

me for a fool.”

He was too lazy to go through the letter.

The contents hardly mattered to him.

Zhang Xiaoyu, no, even Jiangbei's Zhang family were unimportant characters to him.

As long as nothing unexpected happened, Ye Fan did not believe he would cross paths with the family

again.

Just then, Noa called. Once the line connected, she asked, “Are you almost here, Ye Fan? The king

wants to know when you'll arrive so he can arrange for the royal chef to prepare some dishes.”

By then, Ye Fan had already received numerous calls urging him to make his way to the banquet.

The banquet was merely an excuse.

They wanted to treat Ye Fan to a meal and quickly send him on his way.

The longer he stayed in India, the greater the risk for India's martial arts world to crumble overnight.

Thus, Ye Fan's arrival at his farewell banquet was highly anticipated.

Ye Fan replied to Noa, “Okay, you can stop rushing me. I'll be there soonest.”

He did not know whether to laugh or cry at everyone's eagerness.

In the end, Ye Fan decided to fly to the palace.

He lost his bearings in the unfamiliar land and flew in the wrong direction.

Ye Fan ended up traveling a much farther distance before arriving at the palace.

“This must be the place, right?”

His guess was confirmed after glancing at the heavily guarded palace.

Vroom!

Just then, a car engine rumbled behind Ye Fan.

A flashy sports car swerved and stopped at the palace gate.

A flushed Zhang Xiaoyu, who occupied the passenger seat of the fancy vehicle, exclaimed, “It was so

fast, almost as fast as a plane!”

The driver, Duo Li, smiled faintly but boasted, “It only needs under four seconds to hit a hundred

kilometers an hour. In fact, it can go up to three hundred and fourteen kilometers an hour. I dare say

there isn't a car faster than mine in the whole of India.”

Then, he held Zhang Xiaoyu's hand and led her out the car.

“Uhm? Isn't that your admirer?” The prince noticed Ye Fan immediately.

Zhang Xiaoyu shook her head and said, “That's impossible, Prince Duo Li. You have India's fastest car;

how could he arrive before us? You must be confused, Princey.”

While she shook her head, she met Ye Fan's gaze and froze in shock.

Dear God! It really is him! How is that possible? Don't tell me he actually flew here? How else could he

arrive before us?