Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again! Chapter 400: Consider it Repaid

Ji Peizhong and Mo Lingwei both eyed Yun Yue with wariness. The girl casually rested her chin on her hand, her exquisitely delicate brows and eyes a mixture of 70% coldness and 30% roguishness, wildly captivating.

In their minds, a specific idea had ford—she was Xiao Chen’s woman.

Neither dared to provoke her.

However, Mu Yike was different; she didn’t know Yun Yue, and having never suffered such humiliation from birth, how could she swallow her pride?

Even if she was frightened, her predominant emotions were anger and humiliation, which made her lose her rationale.

Bao Tangtang was shockingly observing the lively and daring girl next to her, her heart thumping wildly.

Was this girl’s gender too sternly defined?!

If she were a boy, she would have jumped on her already!

Her face flushed red, burning hot, she couldn’t help but hold her face with both hands, silently telling herself to stay calm!

She was a girl!

A girl!

Suddenly, Mu Yike lunged forward fiercely, glass shards in hand thrusting towards Yun Yue’s face, her expression ferocious.

Mo Lingwei’s eyes flickered with a dark gleam, excited beyond asure, her hands clenched tightly in anticipation of the outco.

As long as her face was ruined...

"Be careful!" Bao Tangtang exclaid in shock—this woman was too malicious, actually wanting to destroy Yun Yue’s face!

Mu Yike’s eyes held a malicious glint, a triumphant smile erging.

Yun Yue, with a cynical smirk hooked on her lips, slightly sidestepped as the glass approached, grabbing Mu Yike’s wrist with ease. Using a bit of force, Mu Yike’s face twisted in pain, and the shards of glass fell to the ground.

Using her elbow forcefully, she pushed her away; Mu Yike staggered and fell to the ground, pressing her palm against the glass shards, adding injury to injury and instantly bursting into tears.

Seeing Mu Yike had not succeeded, Mo Lingwei was slightly disappointed; even this had not worked, Mu Yike truly was useless.

The security had just thrown out soone, thinking that would solve everything, when suddenly Feng Ye and Yun Yue both appeared.

Not only was Yun Yue a disciple of the President of the Painting Association, but she was also Young Master Xiao’s woman—if sothing happened to her here tonight, the entirety of Tianxi would have to shut down.

Furthermore, she was not just as simple as she appeared on the surface.

Heaven knows, the mont they saw Mu Yike’s stabbing attempt, their hearts leapt; Tianxi’s manager had already appeared, respectfully standing before Yun Yue, "Miss Yun, how do you wish to deal with this woman?"

This woman dared to attack Young Master Xiao’s woman; even if they didn’t mind, Young Master Xiao wouldn’t let her off.

Yun Yue glanced emotionlessly at the manager, "Throw her out."

"Yes." The manager quickly nodded, signaled the security behind him, and in no ti, they lifted Mu Yike and threw her out of Tianxi.

"Miss Yun, all your expenses today at Tianxi are on the house, I hope you enjoy your evening," the manager said cheerfully as he departed, leaving the audience exchanging bewildered glances, those who didn’t recognize her speculating about her identity.

Yun Yue humd lowly as Mo Lingwei left embarrassingly, fearing Yun Yue would co after her.

Ji Peizhong stared at Yun Yue’s face, a deep thought flashing in his eyes; it looked too similar to the one in his mory.

But since his grandfather and great uncle had t her and had no reaction, he must be overthinking.

He stood still for a few seconds, then followed Mo Lingwei and left.

"Young Master Gu, how could you think that Feng Ye was here for Mo Fan?" Xie Fangkai found it incredible.

Mo Lingwei was right there, and from the looks of it, he seed indifferent to her, rather he had been defending Mo Fan from the start.

"Intuition," Gu Cong replied, his lips curling into a smile as he watched Yun Yue who had just taken action.

They had t at Tianxi before; outside, she had been ruthless and hard to predict, putting several people in the hospital, and Mu Yike was no match for her.

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In the private room, Feng Ye and Mo Fan sat opposite each other. One, nonchalantly and seductively lounged on the sofa, seeming a bit uncomfortable as he shifted his body, clearly not seeing Feng Ye as a man.

She squinted tipsily at Feng Ye in front of her, her lips slightly moving, "Weren’t you looking for to talk about sothing?"

Feng Ye slightly gathered himself. He used to think she was enchanting and glamorous without much feeling, since his heart had only been with Mo Lingwei, but now that he knew it was her who had saved him back then, his mindset had changed completely.

It felt like sothing was trickling down his nose. He sniffed and awkwardly turned his eyes away, grateful that the dim light hid his expression.

"I wanted to ask you, was it you who saved 17 years ago at the Mo Family’s swimming pool?" Feng Ye nervously looked into her eyes, his heart pounding.

He had never been this nervous, and yet her casual deanor seed to take it lightly, her gaze deep, as if recalling the past.

"Ah, so it was you back then." Mo Fan rembered, she wouldn’t have recalled if he hadn’t ntioned it.

"Th-thank you for saving back then," Feng Ye’s ears turned red, realizing he had been mistaken all along, even unintentionally hurting her in the process.

She had been kicked out of the Mo Family for refusing a marriage proposal, and despite the glamorous look of Golden Net Charm Fox, she had undergone brutal training to reach her current status.

She too was once a wealthy young lady.

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow, chuckling lightly, "No need to thank , I accidentally stepped on you a couple of tis, consider it even."

"What?" Feng Ye was stunned, stepped on a couple of tis?!

He suddenly rembered, he had fallen into the pool, not been beaten, and woke up feeling like he’d been punched in the stomach.

Now thinking about it, could it have been her stepping on him twice?

No wonder his stomach hurt so much when he woke.

This woman was really ruthless.

"Is this what you ca to talk to about?" Mo Fan looked at him oddly.

"It is and it isn’t..." Feng Ye’s throat felt as if it was stuck with a fishbone, terribly uncomfortable, not knowing whether to speak or keep silent.

Mo Fan’s brows frowned, growing impatient, "Stop beating around the bush, what is it?"

She stood up, her steps unsteady as she walked over to him, lifting a slender leg onto the sofa, her face fierce as she looked down at him.

A strong scent of perfu wafted over, not particularly sharp, rather it made him inadvertently want to sll it a bit more.

Her attire was already sexy and revealing, and with her movents, the insides of her thighs were faintly visible, suddenly igniting a hot blaze within him.

Although he had embraced many won, it had all been for show, his body never truly responding to those won. As for Mo Lingwei, he had always maintained a polite distance. She was the first woman to make him feel this way!

"Never mind," Feng Ye swallowed, his mouth dry, and suddenly stood up and left the private room.

Watching his hasty retreat, Mo Fan couldn’t help but snicker, kicking off her shoes and falling back onto the sofa, her lips curling into a cold smirk, "Mo Family, counts for nothing."

"Hey, Mr. Feng, where’s Mo Fan?" Seeing Feng Ye co out, Bao Tangtang imdiately ran up to ask, but was completely ignored as he rushed out.