2281 What kind of old friend are they?
The current world was extremely open, but the Independent State remained so stagnant and conservative, sealed off from the rest of the world. It could be described as inhumane even. If they continued like this, they would eventually march toward destruction.
“If the rules exist, then they are reasonable. Moreover, the Independent State has its unique characteristics. Since the ancestor’s rules were executed for so long, they naturally have their own reasoning.”
Yi Lingjun was worthy of being a great master indeed. Normal people were no match for his debate skills.
Moreover, Ye Wanwan didn’t think a few words from her would be enough to persuade the President of the Arbitration Council.
Hence, Ye Wanwan didn’t waste any more words. “So did you send people to bring me here merely to say this to me, President Yi?”
“Of course not. Follow me.” Yi Lingjun then walked forward.
Ye Wanwan was perplexed, clueless about Yi Lingjun’s objective. However, he was the President of the Arbitration Council, the most powerful and supreme leader of the Twelve Independent States, so he just had to snap his fingers secretly if he wanted to harm her. He didn’t need to go to such great lengths.
Hence, Ye Wanwan didn’t consider it for too long before following him.
Ye Wanwan then boarded a car with Yi Lingjun and arrived at a private home.
“Come in.”
Ye Wanwan followed Yi Lingjun into the house. After they went inside, Yi Lingjun had the young man and woman leave, leaving behind just Yi Lingjun and her inside the house.
“President Yi, speak frankly!” Ye Wanwan got right to the point. She truly couldn’t figure out why someone with his reputation and status needed to seek her out privately like this.
Yi Lingjun calmly poured a cup of tea for Ye Wanwan before giving her a meaningful look. “Miss Nie, why did you ask whether I had a twin brother or not earlier?”
Ye Wanwan didn’t try to hide anything and truthfully replied, “Because you look similar to an old friend of mine. No… you’re very, very similar—nearly identical aside from your hair color, which was why I boldly asked you about it…”
“Oh? Is that so? What kind of old friend then?” Yi Lingjun asked seemingly nonchalantly.
Ye Wanwan thought about it. “How should I describe him? He’s a… well, he’s a pretty infuriating guy. If he wasn’t so talented in martial arts and no one could defeat him, I reckon all the experts from every faction in the Independent State would want to give him a beating. Anyway, he’s the absolute opposite of a virtuous and moral great master like you, President Yi!”
Yi Lingjun looked at her and asked, “Is he someone very important to Miss Nie?”
Perhaps it was her imagination, but Ye Wanwan felt like Yi Lingjun was rather serious when he asked this question and seemed to care about the answer a lot.
However, Ye Wanwan didn’t pay too much attention to it and casually replied, “It’s not a matter of importance. We aren’t close.”
Back then, it was that old freak He Lianjue who vehemently harassed her to make her his personal disciple and deployed every trick up his sleeve, making her feel as though her head would explode.
Later, He Lianjue seemed to have something going on and didn’t appear frequently. When he occasionally made an appearance, he insisted on dragging her to watch him fight someone and demanded to listen to her critiques…
“Not close…” Yi Lingjun heard Ye Wanwan’s answer, and his expression abruptly stiffened. His fingers around his teacup also started trembling slightly.
“Eh… President Yi… what’s wrong?” Ye Wanwan was astonished when she saw Yi Lingjun’s reaction.
What did I say wrong?
Yi Lingjun was staring at her intently, his gaze accusing and resentful, as though she had committed some outrageous atrocity.
What… what’s happening…