CHAPTER 986: CHAPTER 982: TANTAI WANRONG ATTACKED

Ye Fan supported Tantai Wanrong as they took the elevator back to the 16th floor. Li Zhaojun and Min Shang met them at the door. Li Zhaojun nodded slightly and greeted, "Big sister."

"You still know I’m your big sister, huh? Fine, Xiao Fan, help me inside and find me some medicinal liquor. As for you, Zhao Jun... don’t come and disturb me." Tantai Wanrong seemed upset with Li Zhaojun, directly embarrassing her in front of Ye Fan.

Once Ye Fan helped Tantai Wanrong into the room and stepped out, Wu Ding chuckled, "For those unaware, they’d think she’s your mother."

Ye Fan glanced at Li Zhaojun, roughly knowing that Li Zhaojun had explained his relationship with Tantai Wanrong to Wu Ding. Ye Fan smiled and said, "Sort of like a senior relative."

"No matter how senior, can she be older than Sister?" Wu Ding puffed out his chest and asked.

Ye Fan shook his head, thinking, who can compare with your age? By human standards, you’re already a two-hundred-year-old freak.

Ye Fan went downstairs and, with Han Qing’er’s help, found the medicinal liquor. Upon returning upstairs, Tantai Wanrong said, "Help me apply the medicinal liquor."

Neither Li Zhaojun nor Min Shang entered the room; only Ye Fan and Tantai Wanrong were left inside. Tantai Wanrong didn’t wear socks when she went out, and after spraining her ankle, she discarded her shoes as well. Ye Fan could now hold Tantai Wanrong’s exquisite foot directly.

"Why, don’t you find the toenail polish pretty?" Tantai Wanrong was quite confident about herself.

Ye Fan said nothing, applying the medicinal liquor while trying to calm his mind, knowing that Wu Ding next door was still observing him with spiritual sense.

Just as Ye Fan was slightly distracted, Tantai Wanrong suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, be gentle; it’s not your own foot, mind the pressure. Wait till it’s yours, then you can torment as you like."

This remark carried a hint of innuendo. Ye Fan smiled, not daring to think deeper, given the complex and unclear relationship between him and Tantai Wanrong.

"Is Aunt Rong feeling better now?" After some time of massaging, Ye Fan asked.

"It’s okay. I thought your massage skills were decent, could make me feel better. Seems... I’ve been influenced by that girl Zhao Jun." Tantai Wanrong got off the bed but remembered she had no shoes to wear, "What are you looking at? Go find me a pair."

Although Ye Fan was now half an immortal, he had no spine in front of Tantai Wanrong. He thought, "Why does Aunt Rong have me wrapped around her finger so tightly? This feeling is even stronger than with Zhao Jun."

Finding shoes in the right size, Tantai Wanrong sat back on the edge of the bed, lifting her foot, "Help me put them on."

"No way." This time, Ye Fan refused outright.

Tantai Wanrong’s expression turned somewhat resentful, "I sprained my ankle because of you, and you won’t even help me with shoes?"

"Didn’t you grow hands?" Ye Fan said nothing as Wu Ding’s voice came from the doorway. Out of rivalry between women, seeing a woman boss Ye Fan around filled Wu Ding with anger. She thought, if my junior brother surpasses me in cultivation, I would serve him willingly; why does this woman act so arrogantly? Will I have to indirectly serve her in the future?

Tantai Wanrong glanced at Wu Ding, asking, "Xiao Fan, who is she?"

Ye Fan explained, "She’s my fellow sect sister. I’ll explain things to Aunt Rong later. Get your shoes on, and Zhao Jun and I will take you back home."

Ye Fan didn’t want Tantai Wanrong and Wu Ding to continue the tension. Since Tantai Wanrong had a meeting later in the morning, and suggested that he and Zhao Jun take her back, Ye Fan wanted to resolve the current awkwardness quickly.

"Alright." Tantai Wanrong didn’t bother to care about Wu Ding any further and put her shoes on herself, holding her head high as she left with Ye Fan’s support.

Wu Ding was helpless despite her anger.

Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun accompanied Tantai Wanrong downstairs, while Min Shang was asked to stay at the hotel.

Outside, a car was ready to take Tantai Wanrong back. Given her special status and the government meeting, she attracted attention wherever she went. Thus, reception and security had to be thorough.

"Deputy Mayor, who is this?" The person waiting at Jingzhao City’s entrance looked Ye Fan up and down.

"This is my... nephew and niece. You open the way; we’ll handle the driving." Tantai Wanrong smiled at Ye Fan, seemingly implying that being her nephew was a privilege.

Li Zhaojun felt awkward hearing this. She suspected Tantai Wanrong was upset, to the point that she didn’t recognize her good younger sister.

The originally assigned driver was bypassed, and Ye Fan took over driving. Tantai Wanrong should have sat in the back but insisted on sitting up front with Ye Fan, making it easy for her to "catch" hold of him with a mere stretch.

It was still dark, yet with police cars paving the way, security was tight.

Tantai Wanrong asked, "Xiao Fan, how come you and Zhao Jun appeared at the explosion site yesterday? Does the blast... have anything to do with you?"

"What does Aunt Rong think it could be?" Ye Fan deftly sidestepped the question.

"It’s fine, but it’s fortunate that the explosion revealed your presence in Jingzhao City. Now it’s time you tell Aunt Rong about what happened these days? Where did Zhao Jun disappear to during this time?" Tantai Wanrong seemed frustrated with Li Zhaojun but was deeply concerned for her.

"Nothing..."

Ye Fan was about to explain when he suddenly sensed a disconcerting air current surging from the opposite direction, a dangerous omen. Instinctively, he swerved the steering wheel to side, "Boom!" A sound rang out as a grenade hit the front of the car behind them, causing an explosion that sent the vehicle flying.

"Are you serious..." Tantai Wanrong was about to complain when the violent sound of the explosion from the car behind reached them.

"Ah!" In the face of danger, she didn’t hesitate and darted into Ye Fan’s arms.

Ye Fan managed to stop the car, opened the door, and helped Tantai Wanrong out as assailants from afar fired bullets their way.

"Get back!" Tantai Wanrong recalled, "The car is bulletproof, it’s safe!"

"Bulletproof, but not grenade-proof. Don’t worry; I’ve got this." In front of Ye Fan, bullets posed no threat. As long as he set up a spiritual energy net, the few-meter radius around him became a powerful air shield, making bullets seem like they were penetrating cotton, slowing instantly until they halted mid-air.

"Zhao Jun, are you alright?" Ye Fan had been preoccupied with protecting Tantai Wanrong, who lacked spiritual energy protection, and hurriedly checked on Li Zhaojun.

"I’m fine." By now, Li Zhaojun’s spiritual energy had significantly recovered, and bullets were no threat to her.

Tantai Wanrong was astonished as she looked at a bullet, still hot and sparking in front of her; she grabbed it and examined it for a while, then expressed shockingly, "Xiao Fan, am I dreaming? How can this bullet... stop in mid-air?"