Chapter 109: Lu Yuxi's Excitement

“I’m sorry, I don’t accept interviews,” Yang Fan said as he waved his hand, signaling Tian Xinxin to make way.

Wang Gang followed closely behind Yang Fan and returned to his seat.

The entire audience looked at Yang Fan with profound reverence.

A congenital powerhouse had just been sent flying with a single slap, utterly powerless to resist, and in the end, he was left with a crippled arm.

Losing an arm was a tremendous blow for a congenital powerhouse, a setback that would surely weaken his strength considerably.

Recovering from such an injury would require a long period of rest and recuperation.

“That guy, really...” Tian Xinxin felt frustrated after being refused. She had hoped to interview Yang Fan but hadn’t expected such cold indifference.

Still, she could only vent her dissatisfaction in her heart.

After all, one must not easily offend a martial artist of such caliber.

In the following matches, Wang Gang faced no opponents and naturally helped Yanhuang secure first place in the International Martial Artists Tournament.

As for the one hundred million prize money, it naturally ended up in Yang Fan’s pocket.

After the tournament, Tian Xinxin returned to the newspaper office and wrote an article featuring both Yang Fan and Wang Gang.

The next day, major newspapers all reported on the performances of Yang Fan and Wang Gang at the International Martial Artists Tournament.

Yang Fan was given special emphasis.

After all, he had sent a congenital powerhouse flying with a single slap—a feat that revealed astonishing strength.

For a time, Yang Fan gained considerable fame within the Yanhuang martial arts community.

Martial artists in Yanhuang were deeply moved, for Yang Fan was far too young to possess congenital-level power.

It was known that at Yang Fan’s age, few in the world could reach the congenital realm.

On a Sunday, Zhang Meng was idly sitting at home on the sofa, flipping through the newspaper.

Her gaze finally landed on a striking headline: “Yanhuang’s Youngest Martial Artist at the Forefront.”

“Yanhuang’s youngest martial artist? What’s that about?” Zhang Meng curled her lips, curiosity sparked.

She read further and then saw a picture—a familiar face appeared on the page.

Seeing that familiar face, Zhang Meng was stunned.

“Yang Fan?” she thought, her heart pounding with excitement.

As she read the article, she understood why Yang Fan was being reported on.

She quickly took the newspaper and rushed to Lu Yuxi’s room.

“Cousin, I have news about Yang Fan!” Zhang Meng said excitedly outside Lu Yuxi’s door.

Inside the room, Lu Yuxi was staring blankly at a photo of Yang Fan.

Hearing Zhang Meng’s words, she immediately rose from the bed and hurried to open the door.

“Really? Where is Yang Fan?” Lu Yuxi asked, her expression brimming with excitement.

All these days, she had been thinking of Yang Fan constantly, longing to apologize in person and hoping to reconcile.

But without any news, she had felt exhausted in both body and mind.

So, upon hearing there was news of Yang Fan, she was especially thrilled.

“Cousin, look at this,” Zhang Meng said, handing over the newspaper.

Taking the paper, Lu Yuxi saw Yang Fan’s image.

However, the article didn’t mention where Yang Fan was, nor did it reveal his name.

Clearly, the reporter covering the story did not know Yang Fan’s identity.

“Cousin, this was yesterday’s International Martial Artists Exchange Conference. There should be a replay online,” Zhang Meng said suddenly.

Lu Yuxi hurried to her computer and began searching for videos of the martial artists’ tournament.

After browsing, she finally found the video of Yang Fan’s match against Li Xianzhong.

Seeing the formidable Yang Fan in the video, both Zhang Meng and Lu Yuxi were astonished.

“When did Yang Fan learn martial arts?” Zhang Meng wondered.

In her memory, Yang Fan had always seemed sickly, hardly someone who could wield martial skills.

But the Yang Fan in the video was vigorous, strong, and agile.

“I’m going to find him,” Lu Yuxi said firmly.

Since Yang Fan was still in Jiangcheng, she resolved to find him.

Regardless of whether Yang Fan wanted to see her, she had to find him.

At the very least, she wanted to apologize face to face for the misunderstanding.

“But how do we find him?” Zhang Meng asked dejectedly.

Though the newspaper had a photo, it contained no address or location info.

“We should try to contact the reporter who covered this story. Maybe she can help us get news of Yang Fan,” Lu Yuxi thought aloud.

Zhang Meng agreed that this was a good plan.

Eventually, the two found the reporter who had written the article.

They came to Xinhua News Agency and found Tian Xinxin.

“So this aloof guy is named Yang Fan,” Tian Xinxin said apologetically to Lu Yuxi. “Sorry, I don’t know where he lives. I tried to interview him, but he refused. There was nothing I could do.”

Recalling her rejection, Tian Xinxin felt a pang of frustration.

If only she had managed to interview Yang Fan personally—that would have been a great fortune.

“Are you really sure you don’t know?” Lu Yuxi pressed, unwilling to give up.

“Who is he to you?” Tian Xinxin asked curiously instead of answering.

Lu Yuxi’s immediate question about Yang Fan piqued Tian Xinxin’s interest.

She wondered what kind of relationship existed between them.

Moreover, Lu Yuxi’s expression showed she cared deeply about Yang Fan.

“He’s my husband,” Lu Yuxi replied.

“Your husband?” Tian Xinxin was surprised.

Looking at the young and beautiful Lu Yuxi, barely eighteen, she had never imagined she was Yang Fan’s wife.

“What happened between you two?” Tian Xinxin asked.

From the look of things, it seemed the couple had quarreled.

“We had a misunderstanding and fought. I just want to find him now and hope he’ll forgive me,” Lu Yuxi said bitterly.

The guilt from that incident welled up inside her, and her eyes involuntarily reddened with tears shimmering.

She then recounted the whole misunderstanding.

After hearing Lu Yuxi’s story, Tian Xinxin felt moved.

“This seemingly indifferent man turns out to be a warm-hearted guy,” she thought.

“Have you two divorced?” Tian Xinxin asked.

“No. I haven’t signed the divorce papers yet, so we’re still married,” Lu Yuxi shook her head softly.

“That guy is unbelievable. He has such a beautiful young wife and just disappears. How infuriating,” Tian Xinxin grumbled.

“It’s all my fault. I was too impulsive and didn’t listen to his explanation,” Lu Yuxi said, eyes glistening. “I just want him to come back. I promise I’ll never get angry again. As long as he returns, I’ll listen to him no matter what.”

Seeing her cousin so heartbroken and full of self-blame, Zhang Meng felt deeply pained and on the verge of tears.

After all, she was the one who had caused the misunderstanding.

“Don’t be sad. I’ll help you find him,” Tian Xinxin said sympathetically. “I can write a report and publish it. Hopefully, when he sees it, he’ll come back to you.”

“That would be wonderful. Thank you so much,” Lu Yuxi said gratefully.

If they found him through the newspaper, Yang Fan might very well see it and come back.

Lu Yuxi pinned all her hopes on Tian Xinxin’s article, praying it would work.