Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 232 More Suitable to Be Brothers

Chapter 232: Chapter 232 More Suitable to Be Brothers

He packed up his things, his round eyes honest and sincere, "Miss Yun, I’ll be leaving now. If you find my cooking delicious, could you please give me a five-star rating with Master Chen?"

Yueyue raised her delicate eyebrows and glanced at him, lazily lying in the hospital bed with a roguish smirk curling her lips, "Sure."

"Then thank you, Miss Yun."

After Xiao Feng left, Liu Lanfang started watching television out of boredom. She was very fashionable and watched all kinds of variety shows and soap operas; Lin Xiang often watched them with her.

The television was showing a wrap-up segment of "Molan Pavilion," and Liu Lanfang exclaimed, surprised, "Huh... that’s Yingtao, right? She’s become more beautiful."

She was dressed in an attractive ancient costume, her head adorned with a beautifully delicate hairpin, beaming like a blooming peach—resuming life so well after what she had been through was truly not easy.

She once thought being a celebrity was quite easy, but after hearing from her what it was like filming and doing commercials all day without even time to sleep, sometimes staying on set for months without being able to go home, Liu Lanfang realized that being a star was truly exhausting.

Yun Yue’s gaze drifted over, it seemed she could relax for a while now.

She had a formal initiation banquet coming up in a week and she frowned, staring at her bandaged arm.

She hadn’t been told about her car accident, nor had Lou Ting told her; it probably wouldn’t heal in a week, so it looked like she would have to wear long sleeves.

Liu Lanfang fell asleep on the bed while watching television, not realizing it. Hearing the faint sound of snoring, Yun Yue turned to glance, lifted the blanket, placed her slender, fair bare feet on the floor, walked over in a few steps, and covered Liu Lanfang with the blanket.

She turned off the television and then sauntered to the door with an unruly swagger.

It was at the door she felt she had forgotten something. She went back to slip on her shoes and grabbed her phone, then tiptoed out of the ward.

Once outside, she sat down on a chair in the corridor and pulled a lollipop from her sleeve. Tearing off the wrapper, she stuffed it into her mouth.

She squinted in pleasure as the sugar melted in her mouth, her delicate brows and eyes taking on a touch of sweetness.

She sat ungracefully in the chair, legs crossed, using her phone, with a hint of crimson wrapped around the corner of her eyes, wicked and wild.

Several forces had been investigating her recently; she was busy opening WeChat to send a message to Lin Xuanze.

["Bring my computer from home when you come over tonight—it’s on the table. Don’t mess with anything else."]

Xuan Ze, seeing the authoritative tone of her message, felt irritated but then remembered she was a patient; the anger in his heart extinguished in an instant. ["I’ll bring it!"]

The patient comes first!

She signed out of WeChat to log into a website that seemed simple but was actually complex and obscure to browse through information.

With the skill to quickly scan ten lines at a glance, she was flipping to the next page while others were just starting, and it was all in English.

She wore her derisive, roguish smirk prominently and cheekily.

The lollipop in her mouth puffed out her right cheek, her posture casual and unrestrained.

Mr. Shen was nearly seventy; the Shen Family had hired a nurse for him. After meals, he would be taken downstairs to the garden for a stroll to get some fresh air.

He happened to finish his walk and was returning upstairs, sitting in a wheelchair, covered with a blanket, his temple hair silvery, squinting his not-so-friendly eyes, the wrinkles at the corners clearly visible.

He couldn’t help but take an extra glance as he passed by Yun Yue.

The girl was sitting with her legs propped up, occasionally jiggling them, her posture arrogant, exuding a ruffian air.

He furrowed his brows, his gaze filled with extreme distaste as it swept over her.

Such behavior from a woman was inappropriate, lacking all manners.

Perhaps noticing his gaze, Yun Yue shot a glance his way, the corners of her lips curling in that derisive smile.

A man on the brink of death.

Mr. Shen felt a blockage in his chest when he met her disdainful, mocking smile.

He snorted coldly, openly displaying his emotions, his face revealing naked dislike.

This was indeed a sight for sore eyes!

Never had he seen such an arrogant and presumptuous young woman!

What kind of look was that, was she cursing him to die?

Doesn’t she know to respect the elderly!

His tone was icy as he instructed the person behind him, "Take me inside; some things have dirtied my sight."

He looked away as if he had seen something dirty, with extreme disdain and disgust in his gaze.

Yueyue’s lips slowly curled into a smile, her eyes showing a rebellious depth, her eyelids tinted with a devilish red. Her gaze fell upon his retreating figure, sending a chill down his spine that felt as if an icy coldness had surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

I must have seen a ghost!

A teenage girl with that kind of presence?!

It wasn’t until he walked into the hospital room and the gaze was blocked by the wall that the chill disappeared, yet he still couldn’t help but shudder.

"Close the windows and the door, and turn on the heat."

He must have dressed too lightly; otherwise, how could the look from a girl scare him like this?

...

"Hey, did you hear what I said?" Lou Ting thought there was an argument since she hadn’t reacted and the voice was loud.

Dirty thing?

Did someone insult Yun Xiaoyue?

Damn you to an early death!

She withdrew her gaze indifferently and spoke in an unhurried tone through her headphones, "It’s nothing, just a dying person."

"Then they probably won’t live much longer." Lou Ting ’tch’d’ once, thinking that if the old guy didn’t treasure his own life and still couldn’t maintain a good word on his lips, he deserved not to live a long life.

"I’ve already transferred the money to your account. Stop being so courteous, what’s mine is yours."

Yueyue: "...I think it’s better to keep things separate. I’m afraid your future girlfriend will get jealous of me and slaughter me."

"Who would dare to slaughter you! I don’t want any woman that narrow-minded and distrustful, jumping at jealousy. I think you’re pretty good. Why don’t you consider being my girlfriend?"

The thought surprised Lou Ting himself, but after thinking it over, he felt that the two of them were quite suitable!

Yueyue’s phone almost slipped from her hand as she replied with a weird look, "...No need, I already have someone."

"What the hell?"

"Hello...beep beep~"

Lou Ting looked at the hung-up phone: "?!?!"

Damn!

At least let him finish!

She’s got a boyfriend after not seeing him for a month?

Which bastard dared to snatch someone from him?!

On second thought, she was only seventeen, and it seemed normal for someone her age to fall for someone.

But could any of those half-grown boys at school compare to him?

He stared at his phone in silence, unable to understand how he could lose to a kid who hadn’t even grown a full beard!

He frowned as he examined his own physique, strong and tall, surely better than those pretty boys, and he also had money he couldn’t spend.

So where did he lose?

He picked up his phone, opened WeChat with an injured expression, and clicked into Ruan Yingtong’s chat.

[Lou Ting: Yingtao, is it because my charm is too little?]

Yingtao Who Loves Cherries: [?]

Lou Ting typed out dejectedly: [Then why don’t you and Yun Xiaoyue like me!]

Yun Xiaoyue prefers seventeen or eighteen-year-old fresh meat to me.

Yingtao Who Loves Cherries: [...No, both Yueyue and I like you!]

[Then why won’t she be my girlfriend?]

Yingtao Who Loves Cherries: [...Maybe you’re more suitable as a brother.]