Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 154: He Squats to Send Messages

"Well, since that’s the case, don’t let the young lady down, just go ahead and do it. Don’t worry about those people from the Xiao Family." Jiang Qiong stood up and headed towards the door, her voice gentle, "I’m going to see your father."

Xiao Chen glanced at the ancient clock on the wall. "It’s already ten o’clock, can’t it wait until tomorrow morning?"

"The child won’t stay young forever, am I not allowed to find someone to talk to?" Jiang Qiong walked out in her high heels.

Xiao Feng picked up the coat from the sofa. "Take your coat, I’ll have Xiao Feng take you there."

Jiang Qiong curled her lips, "At least you show some filial piety."

"I won’t come back tonight, and you should have an explanation for your thumb ring in case they discover it."

Xiao Chen lowered his head, his eyes scornful, carrying a chill. It was just a ring, yet it had troubled so many head of the Xiao Family. His mother had been the same, he would not be as useless as his father, unable to protect even his own wife and child.

He walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and gulped down a bottle of ice water to suppress the restlessness in his heart before finally going upstairs.

Half an hour later, he emerged from the bathroom, his wet hair dripping water that followed the contours of his face to the floor. The bathrobe was deeply opened at the neckline, revealing an attractive chest.

His long fingers picked up the phone and saw a missed call, which he returned.

"Master Chen, there’s news from Beiyang."

"Isn’t it always calm over there with Zhai Quan in charge?" Xiao Chen casually wiped his head with a towel and sat down on the sofa, turning on the heater.

"Next Wednesday, there’s an auction in the Beiyang Sea. Mr. Zhai will be there, and someone has hired the assassin ’Wuxin’ to target Mr. Zhai."

"Wuxin?" Xiao Chen uttered a faint, almost imperceptible sound, lounging on the sofa, his eyes drooping, his arrogant brows raised slightly, "Why not choose the Other Shore Flower?"

The Other Shore Flower was the number one assassin in the assassin world, far more formidable than Wuxin.

Xiao Lei replied, "...Mr. Zhai hired the Other Shore Flower for ten billion yuan to protect him."

Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow, a droplet of water sliding down his brow along his deep eye sockets, "Did the Other Shore Flower agree?"

"Not yet... after that, Mr. Zhai added another five billion..." Xiao Lei thought Mr. Zhai had too much money to spend, just giving away fifteen billion like that.

"It seems he’s made quite a fortune in the sea." Xiao Chen eyed the Go board on the table, fiddling with a black stone in his hand.

"Absolutely loaded." Xiao Lei, envious, wondered when he’d earn enough to buy a house and get married with the salary he received from Master Chen.

"Since he has hired protection, let’s not get involved. Buy me three tickets for that ship, I heard there’s an auction, involving pearls from the Beiyang deep sea?"

Xiao Lei was a bit stunned, when had Master Chen become interested in such girlish things?

Was it a gift for the Mistress?

"Yes, they’ve also salvaged a lot of treasures this time, many people are watching." Xiao Lei had seen the pictures sent by Mr. Zhai, those cultural artifacts, despite being soaked in the sea for so long, were completely undamaged.

Very peculiar indeed.

That’s why many collectors were interested in this auction, with tickets being sold for a hundred thousand yuan each, available only to those who could verify their assets.

Only those with assets over a hundred million qualified to buy tickets, and they could bring a maximum of four bodyguards on board.

"Just buy the tickets." Xiao Chen hung up the phone, his dark, deep eyes like the black stone in his hand.

Click -

The black stone fell.

His handsome, sharp facial features were highlighted under the overhead light, giving him a majestic and imposing look, his eyebrows bold.

His deep black eyes intently watched the chessboard on the table.

Luring the enemy deep.

The outcome was already determined.

**

The next morning dawned.

Cui Canxing Entertainment Company held a press conference.

They responded to the trending event, and Lou Ting, fearing something might go wrong, personally attended to support the event, which intimidated the reporters so much that they dared not take photos or ask questions.

Only after Lou Ting spoke did they dare to take photos and ask questions, but the questions they asked were very superficial because they were afraid to ask anything too excessive, fearing they wouldn’t be able to continue working in Beijing.

After the press conference, Lou Ting arranged for a private jet to take the two of them back to Lan City.

Yun Yue lazily walked into the Lin Family home with her shoulders slumped.

Liu Lanfang and Sister Li were both out; Lan City had already lifted its lockdown, so they were probably at the vegetable market.

She changed her shoes and went upstairs directly, then turned on the computer.

She had heard of the assassin Wuxin and had thought about recruiting her into Golden Net, but the other party’s methods were too ruthless, not her kind of people, so she gave up.

She didn’t expect to be up against her this time.

Her fingers casually tapped on the keyboard, and the screen displayed the identity information of Beiyang Dominator Zhai Quan.

Zhai Quan, Beiyang Dominator, age 25, entered Beiyang at 21, tamed all the forces in Beiyang by 23.

Ruthless methods, but he had done quite a few good deeds.

She certainly wasn’t after that 1.5 billion; she agreed because she thought his character was decent and he had done many good deeds.

After she finished reading his information, she took a bath and slept for a while; she woke up thirsty in the early morning.

She glanced at her phone; Xiao Chen had sent her many messages, the latest at one in the morning.

She drank a glass of water and leaned against the headboard in the afternoon.

The other party was typing...

"What?!" Just as Yun Yue was about to reply, it showed that the other party was typing...

Was he staking out?

Her message hadn’t been sent, and the other party had already sent a message.

[Awake?]

She pursed her lips, her eyes drooping lazily, her pale fingers slowly tapping the screen.

[Mm.]

After a moment, she sent another message.

[Why haven’t you slept yet?]

She checked the time; it was from one to three in the morning—could he have been waiting for her message all this time?

[Dealing with some matters. You should sleep, you have school tomorrow.]

She succinctly responded with a "Mm," but feeling it was too bland, she added, "Good night."

[Good night.] Xiao Chen hooked his lips into a smile as he replied with two words, then put down his phone and rubbed his temples while continuing to stare at the computer.

The next morning.

Yun Yue hadn’t yet entered the gates of First Middle School when she could hear the speakers’ voices half a street away.

"Congratulations to Shen Xuan of First Middle School for approaching Vice President Cheng Jianfeng of the Piano Association to become his student."

She found it noisy and deliberately put on her headphones, which finally made it quiet around her ears.

"Some people just can’t stand to see others doing well. Shen Xuan is progressing smoothly, and she doesn’t even want to listen, clearly out of jealousy," Zhao Min said intentionally for Yun Yue to hear, but she was wearing headphones and did not hear a word.

Wang Ning scoffed, "Would you shut up? People who don’t know better might think you got into the Piano Association. What are you boasting about?"

Yang Xing: "Exactly. What does it matter if you get into the Piano Association? Have we ever boasted about being able to go to Jing University from our Class Seven? Your teacher really isn’t up to much. Not knowing the simple truth that you shouldn’t be arrogant or complacent..."

Liu Xiaopang: "When the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked; it’s only normal."