Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 242: A Relative from Beijing

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: A Relative from Beijing

Yun Yue still went to Yunhua District for dinner in the afternoon.

She watched Feng Ye, whose lips curled up almost crazily. The bug had been fixed; it was useless no matter how many thousands of versions he released. He wanted to earn points by playing himself!

Or, there was another way; maybe she could spare him some.

"Black Alliance, right? Wait till I get back to Beijing, and I will meet with you baldies!" He clutched his hair, angrily shut down the computer.

Yun Yue sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, giving him a disdainful glance like an elder.

Who told him that all computer players were bald?

Whether the people of Black Alliance were bald, she did not know, but her own hair was quite abundant.

**

"Sister Jing, she gets picked up and dropped off daily; it’s hard for us to lay hands on her." A crew-cut man squatted under a telephone pole at the entrance of First Middle School, holding a phone, his thieving eyes continuously watching the high school girls passing by.

"Then just keep squatting until we get her! Remember, bring her to me. I want to see how she will continue to be arrogant." Zhu Jing, looking down from above, watched the extremely timid and self-deprecating woman in front of her, her lips twisted in a sinister smile.

After hanging up the phone, she gestured to the people around her.

The people beside her immediately went up to bully the girl who was curled up in a corner against the wall.

"Ugh, never thought there’d be such an ugly girl at the school. Being ugly is one thing, but look at what she’s wearing, red with green, is that supposed to be trendy?"

"Ha ha ha, I’m dying of laughter, she’s so ’beautiful,’ she indeed needs to dress trendy to get noticed."

"Like the school hottie? Don’t you know he’s Sister Jing’s boyfriend?"

"Let’s teach her a proper lesson today, show her what wild hopes and dreams are!"

A few people went up to pull her hair and her clothes.

She curled up into a ball, her head buried in her knees, letting them maltreat her without any resistance, her eyes beneath her eyelids flashing with insecurity and refusal, her hands clasping her legs tightly, her fingers digging into the flesh.

She was not a puppet; how could she simply let them mistreat her without any reaction.

But she couldn’t resist. The more she resisted, the more excited they became, and the more harm she suffered.

The people, just as she thought, suddenly found it boring and stopped bullying her.

"Boring! Let’s go." Zhu Jing coldly glanced at the person in the corner with messy hair and torn clothes, and left with imposing steps.

...

After evening self-study, she headed home.

Lin Xiang was sitting on the sofa watching TV, waving them over when she saw them return.

"Mom says you’re going with her to the Zhao family’s second grandmother’s birthday feast tomorrow?" Lin Xiang had just asked Liu Lanfang.

This second grandmother had married into the Zhao family of Lan City, an old family rooted deeply there. They were a scholarly family, but it was only decades ago that Old Sir Zhao started doing business. However, the business had been tepid; they hadn’t lost much, but neither had they made much.

Yun Yue lightly nodded her chin and walked into the kitchen, fetching a bottle of soda from the refrigerator.

"Zhonghai, you accompany Mom and them tomorrow."

After many years without contact, now that Mom had been brought to the city, they had reconnected and were even invited to a birthday feast; they clearly had ulterior motives.

"But tomorrow’s meeting..." Zhonghai hesitated, then agreed, "Alright, I’ll go with them tomorrow."

In reality, he did not have much affection for this great-aunt. Like those of the family relatives, in his memory, she was not easy to get along with, her speech was sharp, and she could not bear seeing others do well. If Mom went alone, there was indeed a possibility that she might be bullied.

...

The next day.

Liu Lanfang had changed into the new clothes Lin Xiang had prepared for her, not from a high-end brand, but not cheap either, along with a good number of jewelry pieces.

"I’d rather not wear the jewelry; just this outfit is making me feel awkward enough," Liu Lanfang felt like she was dressed like some rich lady from a TV drama.

"Just wear them, to look a bit more presentable; you don’t want people to laugh at you," Lin Xiang put them on her personally, not giving her a chance to refuse.

She had seen this set of jewelry in a jewelry store some time ago and thought it suited her, so she bought it. Fearing that Liu Lanfang would find it too expensive, she had never brought it out until now, when it finally came in handy.

Yun Yue had changed out of her school uniform into a pair of clothes that cost just a few dozen yuan online, her thick dark ink-colored hair draped over her shoulders.

Cargo pants, oversized T-shirt, paired with a versatile chain necklace—a perfect tough-girl outfit.

Lin Xiang: "..."

She had bought so many nice clothes, skirts, and pants for her, yet she had never seen her wear them; maybe she didn’t quite understand the trends of the youth.

Facing Lin Xiang’s exasperated look, Yun Yue’s mouth twitched slightly and she said indifferently, "Comfortable."

Lin Xiang didn’t press her, and after breakfast, the whole group left the house.

--

Zhao Mansion.

Old Sir Zhao was quite respected in Lan City, and this time Yun Huaqin’s birthday banquet had invited many guests.

The Zhao family had few descendants and had been on the decline in recent years. As a family representative of scholars in Lan City, today’s birthday banquet was not a small affair.

Zhao Min enthusiastically greeted guests, her eyes continually scanning outside.

"Minmin, are you sure Shen Xuan will come today?" Mrs. Zhao asked nervously since if Shen Xuan really did show up, it would be a perfect opportunity for their Zhao family to network with a huge group of influential people.

Shen Xuan had become very well known throughout Lan City since becoming the deputy head of the Beijing Piano Association. The Shen family had risen in status due to her, and many companies collaborating with the Shen family had gained quite a bit from this association.

"She said she would come; she should definitely be here," Zhao Min nodded; Shen Xuan had never broken a promise, and she really admired her for that.

"Also, your eldest aunt will be bringing her granddaughter; she’s from First Middle School too. You should know her, so you can host them when they arrive," Mrs. Zhao smiled as she welcomed incoming guests.

Mrs. Zhao said seriously, "I also heard from your grandfather that a significant figure from Beijing would attend today. We need to handle it carefully and make sure not to mess anything up."

"Beijing?!" Zhao Min gasped. She hadn’t expected that her grandfather knew someone from Beijing.

Could she possibly use this connection to make her way in Beijing in the future?

Today, Zhao Yang was dressed in formal attire, following behind Old Sir Zhao, networking with influential people and building connections.

He was following behind Old Sir Zhao nonchalantly, nodding and greeting a group of people with a smile until he suddenly spotted a familiar figure. A look of surprise crossed his face.

Why was she here?

The young girl who had rejected his WeChat request!

Just as he was about to go and greet her, her grandmother in a cheongsam approached, laughing and greeting an elderly person next to her. They seemed to be old acquaintances.

"Oh my, sister-in-law, it’s been years, but you seem to be getting younger! Life must be treating you well," Yun Huaqin greeted Liu Lanfang cheerily, her gaze unintentionally falling on the jewelry she wore before discreetly looking away.

"Come inside, I’ve accumulated a lot of things to talk about over these many years."

Yun Huaqin personally welcomed them, while Yun Yue followed behind leisurely.

Her casual appearance and relaxed, confident demeanor attracted the attention of many young men and women.

She wore simple clothes, her steps leisurely and at ease, her demeanor indescribably cool. Her unsullied face, without a touch of makeup, was exquisitely beautiful and beyond reproach.