Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again! Chapter 43: None Will End Well

"I’ll take you ho first." Yun Yue wiped the cream from the corner of her mouth, revealing a lovely curve in her lips, her eyes gentle.

Ruan Yingtong obediently nodded, deciding not to join the fray if Yun Yue was off to fight the bad guys; she would only hold her back.

The three of them each had their own distinctive features, and their appearances were exceptionally striking, especially eye-catching.

Mo Fan went to get the car from the underground garage, while the two of them waited outside the Tianxi gates.

At that mont, several flashy sports cars stopped in front of the gate, and several n got out.

Each with clear brows and handso features, they were bona fide scions of wealth, though their presence paled in comparison to Feng Ye.

"Heard from Pei Yingzhuo that the little starlet was at Tianxi, so I hurried over," one said.

"Sa here, she’s just so cute and refreshing. I’ve tried asking her out before but she always has so excuse to turn down."

"Well, who can bla her? She’s pretty and adorable—there’s no one in the entire entertainnt industry who is as cute and pure as she is."

Yun Yue leaned against a pillar, one foot on the ground and the other resting on the column, one hand in her pocket, exuding an air of nonchalant defiance, a black cap hiding most of her face.

Ruan Yingtong’s round, wide eyes fixated on the group. Were they talking about her?

It wasn’t that she was vain, but really, there wasn’t another in the entertainnt circle who could match her for cuteness and innocence.

"There she is!" one of the n pointed in her direction.

Ruan Yingtong’s playful eyes twinkled—yes, they were indeed talking about her.

She retreated behind Yun Yue with a mischievous smile.

These guys were in for a treat.

"It’s really her, probably waiting for us."

The n walked forward with smiles, itching with desire at the sight of Ruan Yingtong’s cute and innocent appearance.

Yun Yue extended a hand to block them, slightly lifting her head to reveal her strikingly beautiful face, her eyes icy cold.

"Hiss!"

"This chick is even prettier than Ruan Yingtong!"

"Such beauty; there’s no second one in the whole entertainnt industry, or even the entirety of Beijing, as beautiful as she is!"

"Didn’t expect such a pleasant surprise!"

One of the n boldly reached out to touch Yun Yue’s face, exclaiming about her tender skin.

"Hiss! Damn, that hurts!"

With a wicked glint in her eyes, Yun Yue twisted the man’s hand out of shape, leaving the other few stunned by the unexpected display of force.

The feisty girl had spunk.

Just as one tried to grab her, he received a kick to the stomach that left him red-faced with pain.

"Fuck! You serious?!"

The others sprang into action upon seeing this, only to be swiftly handled by Yun Yue.

Ruan Yingtong stood behind making faces, thinking if these guys couldn’t even beat her, they stood no chance against Yun Yue.

Their injuries wouldn’t heal for a week.

At the Tianxi entrance, Gu Cong watched Yun Yue intently, always knowing there was more to her than t the eye—her moves were fierce and swift, with no clear thod to them.

He looked at Pei Yingzhuo with a playful tone, "Did you call these guys here?"

Pei Yingzhuo’s shocked expression faded, a sense of relief washing over him. Thank goodness he hadn’t approached earlier, or he would have ended up worse off than these n.

He’d forgotten to ssage them earlier, and now a simple invitation had turned into a disaster. He felt sowhat guilty.

With an embarrassed laugh, "I forgot to send them a ssage, truly tragic."

"Get lost!" Yun Yue’s eyes glinted fiercely, her voice ice cold, sparing these n a beatdown was already her being rciful.

Ruan Yingtong stepped next to her, sporting a sly grin, looking down at the n sprawled on the ground: "Better not try anything with next ti, you’re no match for ."

The crowd: "..."

They must have been blind to think she was cute and innocent.

She’s clearly a gothic loli!

Even more cunning and devious than they are!

"Master Chen, that little brat, she she she..." Feng Ye’s tongue curled up, unable to spout a complete sentence.

Ruthless and wild in her way.

Even he couldn’t beat those skills!

Thank goodness he hadn’t offended her; otherwise, his fate would’ve likely been as miserable as those guys’.

Xiao Chen didn’t speak, his gaze profound. His black shirt had two buttons undone, giving off a slightly ascetic aura, his eyes slightly upturned at the corners, looking at Yun Yue with a chilling aloofness.

Xiao Feng had known she wasn’t simple, her ruthlessness was wild, with an indiscernible thod to her madness.

Mo Fan’s car was parked on the drive, a globally limited edition sports car that was particularly eye-catching.

"This model..." Feng Ye’s eyes widened; had that woman bought this car?!

Yun Yue’s icy gaze swept over them, her lips curled into an inscrutable, wicked smile.

The two of them got into the car, and Pei Yingzhuo looked at the few brothers lying on the ground, his face twisting into an apologetic smile, "Sorry guys, forgot to send you the mo; you don’t want to ss with those won."

"Damn it! We’re done!" one of them cursed, covering his swollen face and grinning through the pain.

Knowing they were out of their league yet still calling them over, the beating was unexpected and doubly humiliating.

"That chick hits too hard; my whole body hurts. Call an ambulance quick, and you’re paying the dical bills!"

Pei Yingzhuo sheepishly called an ambulance, accepting responsibility for the incident.

Pei Yingzhuo ran in the sa circles as Young Master Gu; they were at most in the sa circle as Pei Yingzhuo. If he said there were people they couldn’t afford to offend, then naturally they wouldn’t dare seek trouble with those won again.

In the circles of Beijing, they certainly had the sense to know their place.

"Wouldn’t have guessed she was so fierce," Ji Jian frowned, thinking of the car...

His gaze darkened; he had been thinking about finding an opportunity to chat with Mo Fan, but now it seed entirely unnecessary.

He was out of his league.

Liu Ruijia was clinging to his waist, a wave of fear coming over her having witnessed Yun Yue fight.

She was just glad that Yun Yue hadn’t laid a hand on her in the rest room; otherwise, her face, jaw, and chest would all need reconstruction.

After dropping Ruan Yingtong off at her place.

"Be careful tonight, don’t go out alone these next few days. If you want to go out and have fun, rember to bring Sister Sun along," Yun Yue said, looking at her affectionately.

"I know, don’t worry, my fists aren’t just for show," Ruan Yingtong said seriously, her eyes dark and bright.

"I know you’re tough, but still be careful. I’m worried about the possibility of a sneak attack."

The world was not as simple as she saw it, especially a place like Beijing.

A dangerous light flashed in her eyes; anyone daring to target her would not end well.

"I know, I’ll be careful," Ruan Yingtong smiled. After years in the entertainnt industry, she was no longer as naive as before—if soone dared to harm her, she certainly wouldn’t let them off easily.

"Here, take this for self-defense." Mo Fan pulled out a Desert Eagle.

Ruan Yingtong’s eyes glead, the feel of the Desert Eagle comfortable, "As expected of the Desert Eagle."

She toyed with it, a rare sinister smile on her face.

i Huang Hotel.

"Boss, we’ve been tailed the whole way," Mo Fan said, walking in heels, her lips curled upwards.

Really low-class stuff.

And brainless to boot.

They dared to bring this out in the open because they had the ans to defend it.

"Don’t worry about them; they wouldn’t dare make a move at i Huang," Yun Yue said with her hands in her pockets, walking into the hotel with an arrogant and unrestrained shadow, her deanor casual and flippant.

"That’s true. But they could resort to so dirty tricks," Mo Fan replied with a laugh, giving a aningful look in a certain direction.