Chapter 93: Chapter 90: Requesting the Organization for an Arranged MarriageYe Fan took the tea but didn’t drink it, placing it on the table instead.

    Zhao Shiyan felt quite discouraged inside. Ye Fan had refused her goodwill multiple times, making it hard for her to maintain her composure.

    Ye Fan didn’t possess a Mind Reading Technique, but eyes are the windows to the soul. He understood Zhao Shiyan’s intentions. She wanted him to comply with her wishes, which would make her happy; otherwise, she’d harbor resentment, pretending on the surface that she didn’t care at all. But behind the scenes, there was a different story, which made him very uncomfortable, so naturally, he wouldn’t show her face. Why should he go along with Zhao Shiyan’s wishes? After all, he wasn’t familiar with her.

    "Being clingy won’t work. Doing this will only make him hate you more. You’re such a conceited woman; despite that pretty face, why can’t you understand this simple truth?" Zhang Lu shook her head in secret, her expression quite peculiar.

    "Brother Ye Fan, can you tell me your phone number so I can save it?" Zhao Shiyan pleaded pitifully.

    "If it were any other guy, they’d be eager to give their number to a pretty girl asking for it. But he simply doesn’t care. This is going to be interesting; I can’t wait to see how he turns her down." Zhang Lu held back her laughter and turned her face away, anticipating an unpleasant scene that would embarrass Zhao Shiyan. She couldn’t bear to watch, so she turned her head aside, listening curiously.

    "We’ve only met once before; there’s no need to exchange phone numbers. I’m not familiar with you, and we won’t be in touch in the future." Ye Fan said seriously, without any excuses, speaking truthfully.

    This was a heavy blow to Zhao Shiyan, her face burning as if she’d been slapped.

    "Pff!" Zhang Lu couldn’t hold it in and almost laughed out loud, hurriedly covering her mouth. "This guy is so bizarre. A beautiful woman asks for his number, and he can still say something so blunt and cold. It’s truly... speechless."

    "A strong woman fears persistent suitors. Eventually, even the strongest woman will submit to a man’s persistence. I am a beautiful woman as lovely as a flower. Even if he’s a piece of solid iron, I’ll melt him down and make him bow at my feet." Zhao Shiyan thought to herself like this.

    She swallowed her embarrassment, smiling as she said, "Brother Ye Fan, you danced with me and saved my life. In a play, this calls for a lifetime commitment. You don’t want to contact me? I can contact you, and then we can go shopping and watch a movie together."

    "The heroes in plays save countless people too, and you never see them marrying every man, woman, elderly, and child they save." Ye Fan said earnestly.

    "You, this?" Zhao Shiyan’s face darkened, almost on the verge of tears. How could someone be so cruel? Her affection was clear as day, but Ye Fan’s straightforward rejection made her feel utterly wronged.

    "Cough, cough!" Zhang Lu stifled a laugh. Ye Fan’s dignified words were too shocking. Without knowing a little about his character, others might think Ye Fan had a deep grudge against Zhao Shiyan. She tugged at Zhao Shiyan, "You go rest in your room first; I have something to discuss with your father."

    "Go rest for a while; I’ll join you in a bit." Professor Zhao said kindly, looking at his daughter.

    "Oh." Zhao Shiyan took this as her cue and entered the room, her smile vanished, replaced by indignation. Moments later, a ’fighting spirit’ surged within her. It was a determination not to surrender until Ye Fan was conquered.

    "Li Ru, step back a little." Professor Zhao glanced at Assistant Li.

    "Yes, Professor." Li Ru nodded with a smile and then created some distance. She knew the professor had something to discuss that he didn’t want her overhearing, so she moved far enough to ensure she couldn’t hear their conversation.

    "Nephew, come sit by me, let’s talk." Professor Zhao sat with poise, looking at Ye Fan as if he were a leader giving commands. He projected a certain majesty.

    "Just say what you want; I can hear." Ye Fan said indifferently.

    "Uh..." Professor Zhao paused, looking momentarily awkward. He had made significant contributions to the country; even Zhang Lu treated him with courtesy. But Ye Fan’s attitude made it hard for him to admire.

    "Quite a character, not bad." Professor Zhao said, surprised, his face full of praise. For his daughter’s happiness, he decided to speak up. He genuinely admired Ye Fan’s attitude, commendable for neither humble nor arrogant.

    "What do you think of my daughter?" Professor Zhao asked warmly.

    "What about her? What does it have to do with me?" Ye Fan said, annoyed.

    "How does it not concern you? My daughter is a beautiful woman as lovely as a flower; you can’t deny that, can you? She likes you very much, and the chance for you both to form a union is great. Young man, you should cherish it." Professor Zhao smiled with closed eyes, "I may not be extremely wealthy, but I have some money and some power. I can get you a higher position. I only have one daughter; if you marry her, everything I have will be yours."

    Professor Gao proposed generous terms, thinking that Ye Fan, being someone in the organization, would be tempted by immense benefits and help if he used his connections. Besides, the combination of wealth, power, and beauty was what countless men dreamed of. He didn’t believe Ye Fan wouldn’t be tempted.

    "Are you sick or something?" Ye Fan was somewhat angry.

    Professor Gao’s attitude and intentions made him quite uncomfortable.

    Just four words were enough to fill Professor Gao with rage. He stood up furiously, saying, "Young man, how dare you talk like that? Who’s your superior? Tell me immediately. I want to see what gives you the nerve to disrespect me. If I don’t deal with you, you won’t learn how to behave."

    "Incomprehensible." Ye Fan got up and left, unwilling to waste words with an old-timer.

    "You... stop, stop right there..." Professor Zhao shouted at Ye Fan.

    In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan vanished without a trace, without even a thought to pay attention to Professor Zhao.

    "Professor Zhao, calm down." Zhang Lu advised helplessly.

    "Calm? I can’t calm down. Tell me, who is his superior? I demand the organization arrange a marriage for him with my daughter. I don’t believe his arrogance can surpass the organization’s arrangement. Once his edges are smoothed out, let’s see how arrogant he can be." Professor Zhao roared.

    "Before you ask the organization for anything, you’d better behave yourself, especially until this crisis is over. No more commotion." Zhang Lu said sternly. If not for Professor Zhao’s substantial contributions, she wouldn’t have been this polite. Now, she wasn’t being polite anymore.

    Of course, she wouldn’t divulge anything about Ye Fan, but Professor Zhao’s attitude was indeed infuriating.

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    Professor Zhao was dumbfounded.

    Li Ru was left standing there, her expression remarkable as she pondered silently, "They’re all nearly dead, yet they’re still thinking about irrelevant matters. How amusing."