Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again! Chapter 259: Making Trouble

Shen Xuan’s malicious eyes narrowed, her lips curling up in a smirk.

"The teachers all say that. It seems Yun Yue really is that man’s lover, flaunting her borrowed power from him."

"One should really keep a low profile; otherwise, the day he kicks her to the curb, she won’t have a way out."

Yaonan casually sized her up with a glance, but then he froze.

The person before him wasn’t an exact match to his imagination but there were seven or eight points of resemblance, especially that pair of eyes—her almond-colored pupils always carried an untad, haughty arrogance, as if no one else mattered.

His experienced eyes gradually narrowed even more; she was just too similar.

Doubt took root and blossod in his heart. Without showing any change in his expression, he turned to ask Ruan Yingtong, "You just said she’s been your friend since childhood?"

Ruan Yingtong nodded: "Yes, we’re very close, just like . She bought my first piano."

If it weren’t for that piano, she might not have achieved such artistic heights, and perhaps it wouldn’t be her standing here today.

Yaonan didn’t pay much attention to that. A cheap piano could be bought for just ten to twenty thousand; his focus was all on Yun Yue.

Jiang Wenshan stood aside, surprisingly not joining the crowd. If he joined now, how would he surprise them later?

Xiao Chen then introduced Yun Yue to a few more people before letting Feng Ye take her to a rest area to sit down. He still had to mingle with a few others.

Feng Ye, lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed and a smirk on his lips, said, "How do you feel? Nearly half of Beijing’s big shots are here today. But you only need to rember the few people Master Chen introduced you to; the rest don’t matter."

Yun Yue lowered her gaze, replied to a ssage, and spoke indifferently, "I didn’t rember any of them."

Feng Ye let out a snort of laughter, as if he had anticipated this response.

"That’s fine. They’re all people of no real importance. It’s all right if you didn’t rember." He twirled his wineglass thoughtfully, adding, "After your college entrance exams, you can slowly get to know this circle. People like Master Chen only rember a few themselves."

The rest were irrelevant; wherever you went, people would co up to fawn over you and introduce themselves.

"Ji Family? Ji Ling didn’t co today?" Feng Ye leaned back with a crooked smile as he watched soone approach.

He was the son from the second branch of the Ji Family, who usually followed Ji Ling’s orders obediently.

It had to be said, Ji Ling had so asures; Ji Family’s Ji Ling was the only one he’d listen to.

Ji Ling’s gaze landed on Yun Yue, and a flash of astonishnt swept through his eyes at her breathtakingly beautiful face.

No wonder she could get close to Xiao Chen, who never showed any interest in won; she indeed had the face of a seductive fox.

Ji Ling withdrew his gaze, carrying a hint of chill, "It’s probably for the best my sister didn’t co, or else how does Young Master Xiao plan to explain this to my sister and the Ji Family?"

Xiao Chen was ignoring the betrothal contract between the two families, brazenly bringing an underground lover to such an event, unafraid of becoming a laughingstock.

Feng Ye scoffed, revealing a teasing smile, "Tch, seems like you still haven’t grasped the situation. You’d better have your sister explain it to you when you get back."

Ji Ling’s face instantly turned cold, "What do you an?"

The marriage agreent was set by the older generation, and Xiao Chen surely couldn’t be planning to disregard the relationship between the families and break it off.

"It ans what you think it ans." Feng Ye leaned forward to set his wineglass on the table and stood up, his tall figure scanning over him before turning to Yun Yue, "Let’s go. Master Chen is finished."

Yun Yue languidly rose to her feet, her suit smooth and well-fitted, as she casually slipped her phone into her pocket and brushed past Ji Ling without a trace of emotion on her face.

The smile on Ji Ling’s face instantly turned icy, his fingers around the glass cup so tense he could almost crush it.

It was one thing for Feng Ye to ignore him, but for a lover of Xiao Chen to dare ignore him as well.

She’d better pray Xiao Chen doesn’t kick her to the curb, or she’s as good as dead.

Xiao Chen’s long legs were slightly coiled in the cramped workshop, his crimson lips barely parted, "Going back or sowhere else?"

Yun Yue had just finished reading a ssage, the corners of her bloodshot eyes tinged with a few shades of blood red, her eyebrows and eyes both cold and agitated, "Go to 336 Jinglin Road."

Xiao Chen’s expression remained unchanged, but both Feng Ye and Xiao Feng showed surprised looks. That place was a gathering spot for big shots; what was she doing there?

Xiao Feng glanced at Yun Yue in the rearview mirror, her eyebrows raised and the corners of her eyes tinged with a vicious crimson, wicked and wild, to the point of ruffian-like.

He rembered that this was the expression on her face when she fought. That day at Tianxi’s doorway, her movents were stealthy and her stance wild.

The steering wheel turned, and the car veered into another road, leaving behind the busiest district of Beijing, as the traffic on the streets gradually thinned out.

On both sides of the road, expensive trees were planted, leaves abundant and branches sprawling across half the sky.

The deeper they drove, the more palpable the desolate and solemn atmosphere beca. This wasn’t a place for ordinary people, and those who ca were anything but ordinary.

The streets here were retro, rustic, and majestic, with plaques hanging at the door fronts, yet all doors remained firmly shut.

Cars were not allowed to enter the narrow alleys here; they had to be parked outside, so they had to walk the rest of the way.

Yun Yue got out of the car and headed into the alley without looking back, "Wait here."

Feng Ye, who wanted to follow and watch the excitent, halted, noticing Master Chen had not left the car. He sat inside with his eyes half-closed, unsure if he was asleep or if he simply had no intention of getting out. Could he have known all along what she was doing here?

Xiao Feng watched her lazy, casual yet fiercely nacing silhouette, feeling sincerely, "Ever since finding out Miss Yun is part of Golden Net, she’s beco even more enigmatic, nothing like an ordinary mber of Golden Net, more like a boss lady."

Feng Ye slightly nodded in agreent, indeed that was the case.

Yun Yue followed the house numbers to the door of number 336, a property on Jinglin Road that was not only large but also to her liking.

Currently, the doors of number 336 stood wide open, and a cacophony of noise spilled out, like that of a bustling market.

"Are you going to move or not?! If you know what’s good for you, vacate this place quickly, or don’t bla us, the Longsheng Gang, for being inhospitable!" A group of n wielding axes were causing a raucous inside, looking nacing.

Xiao Bai and Mo Fan were both in Lan City, and it was their subordinates who were managing the decoration here. Each visit brought a crowd, severely disrupting the pace of the decorations and even ruining many things, leading to the necessity of redecoration.

The Longsheng Gang people ca to cause trouble every few days. A minor hooligan gang like them wouldn’t dare to be so brazen without soone backing them.

Chen Xi watched the unreasonable group with seething anger, "You Longsheng Gang are going too far; we are not to be trifled with!"

"Ha! Just moved in and already don’t know the rules? With just you few, what do we have to be scared of? Either pay up, or we’ll ’take care’ of you every now and then," said the corpulent leader sitting on a chair, blatantly disrespecting them.

When had the people of Golden Net ever tolerated such disrespect? If they didn’t want to escalate matters, they would have taken action long ago.

Previously they kept Charming Fox and Xiao Bai in the dark, but these people had crossed the line so much, they had no choice but to inform them now. With their own capabilities, they simply couldn’t handle the situation, let alone et the deadlines, and should the boss lay bla, punishnt was inevitable.