Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again! Chapter 396: Took a Fancy to Her

Jiang Wenshan sighed; at this mont, he wasn’t her master but rather her elder.

She had tough luck, experiencing too much at such a young age, keeping everything hidden in her heart. Compared to the past, she was already much better now.

Whether it was her studies or dicine, she was learning very quickly, inheriting her grandfather’s mantle, worried that one day revealing her identity might bring danger upon herself.

"Without you, I would still learn," Yun Yue said, her slender fingers pinching the silver needle, the upturned corners of her eyes conveyed a wild arrogance through her careless deanor.

Hearing this, Jiang Wenshan didn’t say more; she had chosen her own path and would walk it even if it were paved with knives.

She was very stubborn.

"The exams are over; look for if you need anything in the future," Yun Yue said as she inserted the last needle, looking up at him.

"Up to you, but the rules can’t change. From now on, not four paintings a month, just one, okay? You’ll probably be too busy to even co ho once school starts," Jiang Wenshan said indifferently.

School was about to begin, and Jing University’s old guards were probably fighting tooth and nail over her.

Every year’s top university entrance exam scorer was like this, but ultimately, which institution she would choose was up to her.

No matter which institution she entered, academic research on a daily basis was essential, and soone like her would definitely receive special attention, being grood as a candidate for the next generation.

Once she truly obtained her master’s certificate, her paintings could fetch sky-high prices; her works were in high demand while others by different masters had to be considered carefully before a purchase decision was made. But her paintings would sell out imdiately, primarily because of the artistic conception.

Majestic and profound, with aning and depth to ponder, such paintings hold value for collectors.

Yun Yue nodded slightly, put away the silver needles, glanced at the ti, stood up, shouldered her bag, and left.

Xiao Chen’s car was already downstairs; he got out of the car to take her backpack and held the car door open for her.

Returning ho, the entire house was dark. She switched on the light; Feng Ye suddenly sprang in front of her, and instinctively, she threw a fast punch, hitting him squarely in the face.

"Yun Xiaoyue! It’s !" Feng Ye gasped, covering his face, pulling his hand away to reveal a black eye appearing on his face.

Yun Yue retracted her fist, her gaze sweeping across his face with an arched eyebrow: "I know it’s you, otherwise it wouldn’t have been just a simple punch."

Sensing a dangerous glare fixed on him, Feng Ye wisely kept quiet, swallowing his frustration.

Xiao Chen placed her backpack down and headed towards the room.

Only then did Feng Ye dare to speak, looking pitifully at her: "I need to ask you sothing."

"Have you taken the wrong dicine?" Yun Yue couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of her mouth, settled onto the couch, and casually turned on the television.

Feng Ye had a mischievous face with a woebegone expression: "I haven’t. I’m clearer-headed than ever. Help out, please. Get Mo Fan to et with . She doesn’t reply to my ssages."

It had been a week already, and not even a hint of her had been seen. He had almost turned Beijing upside down looking for her; people were dispatched to Lan City too. He just stopped short of barging into Jinglin Road No. 13.

He didn’t have the guts to trespass on Golden Net territory.

Yun Yue took a strawberry to eat, looking at him strangely: "What do you want her for? You’re into her?"

The two of them were birds of a feather, indeed a perfect match.

Upon hearing this, Feng Ye nodded seriously: "I’m into her."

Yun Yue nearly choked on his words, sowhat unable to believe him, thinking he was joking, but then he looked at her with utter sincerity.

"Are you serious?" she shifted her position, sensing sothing might be off.

"I’m serious, help get her to co out, you na the terms," Feng Ye really had no other choice but to seek her help.

Yun Yue lowered her eyelids, reluctantly opening her mouth, "Alright, I’ll help you this ti, but we’ll keep tabs on it."

She should be in Beijing, just don’t know where.

Taking out her phone to send Mo Fan a ssage, Feng Ye watched eagerly. Seeing her quickly reply, his face darkened slightly.

He had sent hundreds of ssages and hadn’t seen her reply, but as soon as Yun Yue sent her one, she responded. They really were good sisters.

"Coming to Tianxi?"

Feng Ye suddenly stood up, grabbed his coat, and strode towards the door, almost running.

Yun Yue sat calmly on the couch, quietly counting to herself before turning back with a sly expression and looking at her.

Yun Yue rolled her eyes, lazily getting up, "Fine, I’ll accompany you."

She also wanted to see what exactly was the relationship between these two people.

"Thank you so much," Feng Ye responded with a grateful look, not forgetting to greet Xiao Chen, then the two headed to Tianxi together.

At Tianxi, the nightlife had just begun. The entire bar was bustling, everyone rocking out to the music.

Mo Fan was currently wearing a tight-fitting hip skirt with a high ponytail, her voluptuous figure particularly eye-catching as she danced with a drink in hand amongst the crowd.

"Wow! Tangtang, join ," she seductively looked towards the person sitting next to her, her eyes provokingly attractive as she boldly stared at the handso n at the scene.

Bao Tangtang was her best friend in Beijing, the only friend who still kept in touch with her after she left the Mo Family.

With a face too embarrassed to show, Bao Tangtang covered her face. She never imagined Mo Fan would bring her to a bar, and to the biggest bar in Beijing at that.

The young masters here were either wealthy or noble. She might fancy others, but they wouldn’t fancy her.

What was most important was, what kind of decent person would be in a place like this, getting so close physically? Who knew how dirty their private lives were.

"Fanfan, you weren’t like this before," she looked at the person in front of her, seductive and alluring with her body, sexy and enchanting. The n around couldn’t take their eyes off her. Didn’t she realize?

A bar was certainly the most chaotic of places. If wicked people drugged her, her life could be ruined.

"I’ve always been like this," Mo Fan raised her glass, her gaze sowhat hazy as if she were drunk. She smiled with lips curled, tilted her head back and downed it. The spillage trickled down her jawline to her collarbone.

Even a woman like Bao Tangtang found it heart-stirring, let alone the n present.

Sure enough, several n with a rogue air about them circled around her, their gazes boldly roving over her body.

Bao Tangtang’s heart sank, wanting to step forward and shield Mo Fan, but the group surrounded her so tightly she couldn’t get through.

"Beauty, here alone? Want to join us?" The man who spoke had a hand already creeping onto Mo Fan’s bare shoulder.

His eyes glead like he’d spotted prey, emboldened by Mo Fan’s lack of rejection.

Mo Fan put down her drink, eyeing them with scorn. Her red lips curved into a smile as she looked at the offensive face before her. Drawing near, she whispered into his ear, a single word breathed out, "Scram."

The man’s face instantly contorted with anger, his grasp on her shoulder tightening as he threatened, "You better not be ungrateful—ah!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a cry of pain burst from his lips, his face red with agony as he curled up on the floor.