?62: Chapter 058 Conspiracy Trap 62: Chapter 058 Conspiracy Trap Yiyi returned and found that Ye Fan and Meng Yao had switched to a different coffee table.

    She walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite Ye Fan, asking, “Why did you change tables?”

    “I accidentally spilled coffee just now,” Ye Fan explained.

    Meng Yao giggled.

    Ye Fan couldn’t help but glance at her.

    She immediately winked at him, her slender eyes inadvertently revealing a hint of flirtation.

    Ye Fan couldn’t be bothered with her and looked down to drink his coffee.

    Yiyi took a sip of her lemon iced water and curiously asked Ye Fan, “Ye, are you also trained in Taekwondo since you can fight so well?”

    “Who said being good means having learned Taekwondo?” Ye Fan responded a bit sharply.

    Meng Yao immediately said, “Hey, Yiyi was just curiously asking.

    Why are you being so defensive?

    You scared my Yiyi!”

    Ye Fan realized his response had been instinctive and knew it wasn’t right to speak in that tone, but he didn’t apologize.

    Instead, he silently sipped his coffee.

    The atmosphere grew a bit awkward.

    “Hehe, I’m fine,” Yiyi chimed in lightly, trying to ease the tension.

    She then continued to inquire, “Ye, then what martial art did you learn?

    Sanda, karate, or boxing?”

    Ye Fan looked up, facing Yiyi who was wearing a calm and kind smile, which softened his heart.

    He smiled and said, “None of those.

    I learned military combat skills.”

    The ancient martial arts were not known by most, so it wasn’t suitable to tell Yiyi about them.

    “Wow, military combat skills!

    Are they very powerful?” Yiyi asked excitedly.

    Ye Fan smiled and said, “There’s no martial art that’s absolutely powerful, only powerful individuals.

    Even the best martial arts, if not practiced by a talented and diligent person, might not outperform a street thug.

    However, military combat techniques focus on lethal strikes, targeting the most vulnerable parts of the human body, so they can be quite threatening.”

    “Pfft,” Meng Yao scoffed, “The toughest soldier in the army can beat a truly skilled Taekwondo expert?”

    Ye Fan chuckled dismissively, ignoring Meng Yao’s remark, and continued to drink his coffee.

    Meng Yao, feeling undervalued and unable to retort, was about to lose her temper when she suddenly remembered the promise she made to her aunt, so she held it back.

    On the surface, Ye Fan appeared calm while drinking his coffee, but he was actually on guard for Meng Yao’s outburst.

    However, to his slight surprise, it never came.

    He didn’t think much of it and planned to finish his coffee and leave.

    As for hanging out and chatting, he wouldn’t bother spending time with these two immature girls if it weren’t for Meng Yao pressing him.

    Ye Fan focused on his coffee, and although Meng Yao wasn’t erupting, she was still a bit annoyed, so the atmosphere naturally turned cold.

    Yiyi wanted to lighten the mood, but since she wasn’t familiar with Ye Fan and was completely on Meng Yao’s side, she remained silent.

    Just as he was about to finish his coffee, a mocking voice suddenly came from the nearby corridor: “Oh, isn’t that Meng Yao the baldie?

    Look, she’s wearing a wig, playing nice, and dating a guy!”

    Ye Fan instinctively turned his head to look and saw three guys and a girl standing in the corridor.

    The trio, ages sixteen to eighteen, were fashionably dressed and rather flashy, styled somewhat non-mainstream.

    They were looking at Meng Yao with arrogant, provoking expressions, and also cast a disdainful glance at Ye Fan.

    “Han Liming, you guys should take a good look at yourselves in the mirror before you even think about meddling in my business,” Meng Yao shot back immediately without showing any weakness.

    The red-haired boy leading them jeered, “Ha, I have no interest in meddling in your business.

    But hey, haha, tonight the Han Royal English Club got thrashed by our Pirate King Club, and here you are, the president of the Royal English Club, hiding in a café on a date.

    Haha, this is killing me – haha…”

    The two guys and a girl behind him also burst into laughter.

    “Where is it?” Meng Yao suddenly stood up, clenching her fists tightly and demanded.

    Yiyi also rose to her feet.

    Han Liming said with a smirk, “Where?

    Haha, even if I told you, you couldn’t do anything.

    We have invited the Japanese karate master Liu Shengjian, a fifth dan black belt in karate!

    With your petty taekwondo skills, you can only…

    hehe…”

    While speaking, he lewdly glanced over Meng Yao’s chest.

    “Where is it? S~ea??h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Tell me!” Meng Yao demanded loudly, showing some authority.

    Han Liming, intimidated by Meng Yao’s demeanor, replied, “Manshu Bar.”

    “Yiyi, let’s go.” Meng Yao immediately hurried out with Yiyi.

    However, just a few steps out, she suddenly stopped, turned back, and abruptly pulled Ye Fan along, her eyes pleading, “Brother Ye, can you come with me too?”

    Ye Fan wasn’t interested in childish fights, it was beneath him, so he shook his head and refused.

    Meng Yao stamped her foot and asked, “What would it take for you to agree?”

    “It’s not a matter of conditions; I’m simply not interested,” Ye Fan said calmly.

    Meng Yao was about to speak when her phone suddenly rang, so she quickly picked it up.

    “Meng Yao, come save us!” a girl’s voice, frantic and close to tears, came from the phone.

    Meng Yao immediately said, “I’ll be right there.

    Are you at Manshu Bar?”

    “No.

    We’ve already lost two rounds, and we’re about to head to Longwan Mountain for a car race,” the girl’s voice from the phone explained.

    “If we lose the car race, we’ll have to be Lin Junhua’s girlfriends for a month!”

    “What?!” Meng Yao exclaimed in shock, her face turning pale as she angrily scolded, “How can you bet on things like this?!”

    “It was Sister Xuan’s decision.

    We didn’t want to.

    Moreover, she forbid us from telling you,” the girl’s voice cried, “Meng Yao, please hurry!”

    “Alright, I’ll be there soon!

    Don’t rush into racing with them!” After hanging up, Meng Yao clenched her teeth, flared her nostrils, her eyes round with anger and urgency.

    She tore off the wig that she was wearing on her head, throwing it to the ground, revealing her nearly bald head which contrasted sharply with the gentle, princess-like dress she was wearing.

    She didn’t call for Ye Fan anymore and swiftly walked towards Yiyi.

    “Wait, maybe I can help,” Ye Fan called out.

    He had heard the voice on the phone.

    Meng Yao abruptly stopped, turned, and coldly said, “No need!

    A bumpkin like you might be strong enough to fight, but racing is way out of your league!

    Hmph!”

    After saying that, she turned back, took Yiyi’s hand, and hurried away.

    Clearly, she was holding a grudge against Ye Fan for his earlier indifference.

    Even though Meng Yao rudely rejected his offer of help, Ye Fan didn’t give up; he couldn’t just watch Meng Yao walk into a trap.

    To use becoming someone’s girlfriend for a month as a bet was clearly a foolish decision, obviously a plot.

    Furthermore, in the cafe, the encounter with the opponent’s men, who just “happened” to run into Meng Yao and mock her, was suspicious.

    Even more, he couldn’t just stand by, knowing the situation and watching a group of high school girls being forced to be someone else’s girlfriends.