Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 247 She Is An Incompetent Monarch

Chapter 247: Chapter 247 She Is An Incompetent Monarch

Being part of the Zhao family, how could he not know his grandfather’s thoughts? Just now, he was deliberately sent away to facilitate an attack on Yun Yue.

He didn’t expect her to be so skilled; she took down those two men directly. Otherwise, she would already have fainted in some room after being drugged.

His grandfather probably did not anticipate that this man known as Mr. Feng knew Yun Yue.

And judging from his attitude towards Yun Yue just now, he had reservations about her identity.

"Mr. Feng..." Zhao Jianghong watched with an icy gaze at the person leaning against the column.

Even though he was smiling, it gave off an oppressive feeling that took one’s breath away.

"Although we’re all relatives, we’re actually the kind that can hardly be linked by even eight bamboo poles. If I show bias, it’s my skin on the line."

Zhao Jianghong was incredibly alarmed by these words; they had already confirmed Yun Yue’s status.

He mentioned Master Chen earlier. Could it be... "Could she be his person?!"

Feng Ye did not answer him, but his expression had said it all.

In that instant, he felt as though all strength had been drained from his body, becoming limp and unsteady, scared to the point of collapsing right there, helped only by the supporting arms of the Zhao couple.

Zhao Ping looked at his pale face: "Dad, what’s wrong with you, who exactly is he? Aren’t Mr. Feng’s folks from the countryside?"

Zhao Jianghong, teeth chattering with cold, pushed him away: "Mr. Feng, please, you must save the Zhao family, I truly didn’t know! Had I known her identity, I would have never done such a thing!"

Regret was written all over his face.

If he had known about Yun Yue’s identity earlier, not even a hundred times the courage would have spurred him to act as he did.

"I don’t want to hear any explanations. From now on, the Feng Family will act as though we don’t have such a relative. Since you come from a scholarly family, learn how to be a decent person. And don’t even think about running a company."

Feng Ye gave a cold stare at the person slumped on the ground, looking utterly hopeless—showing mercy to the Zhao family already. He stepped away with his leather shoes, got into his sports car, and sped off, vanishing from the entrance of the Zhao Mansion.

Zhao Min’s heart felt ashen. She knew this would be the outcome.

At least it was just the company that was gone; the Zhao family was still intact, which, in fairness, was better than the Liang Family going bankrupt.

"Dad, what does he mean? What does ’don’t even think about running a company’ mean?" Zhao Ping’s eyes widened in shock.

"It means the Zhao company will collapse," Zhao Yang said, watching Zhao Jianghong with a cold gaze. He once overheard a conversation between him and his father, knowing that Zhao Jianghong had established the Zhao company through despicable means.

He could not believe that to curry favor with a man, Zhao Jianghong dared to harm an underage grandniece. Did he even have a conscience?

He would never have guessed that the two of them would know each other, let alone the fact that Yun Yue’s status was not low. The rise and fall of the Zhao company were all in his hands.

"How could this be!" Zhao Ping still couldn’t quite believe it, that a man could wield so much power with just a sentence.

Yun Huaqin was in a daze, staring at Zhao Jianghong collapsed on the ground, then reached out to grab his hand: "Old man, is what the grandson said true? Is the Zhao company really going to collapse?"

Zhao Jianghong looked at her with eyes filled with blame and disgust, getting angry in an instant: "This is all your good doing! Why did you have to invite distant relatives?"

If she had known about Yun Yue’s identity earlier and informed him, none of this would have happened; the Zhao family could have soared to new heights!

"What’s wrong with inviting a few relatives to my birthday banquet!"

"Ah! How dare you hit me!"

"Murder, it’s murder, damn you! You want to kill me off so you can marry another woman, don’t you!"

The chaotic clamor echoed throughout the entire Zhao Mansion, and Zhao Yang and Zhao Min both felt incredibly annoyed and left the scene.

Zhao Min was always proud and never saw herself as inferior to Yun Yue, but after this incident, she saw the gap between herself and Yun Yue clearly.

In education, looks, family background, and even social connections, she was no match for Yun Yue.

Perhaps even Shen Xuan was no match for her, considering the man just now had only a fleeting look when mentioning Shen Xuan’s identity as the deputy chairman of the Piano Association.

She gave a self-mocking laugh.

Before, she mocked Liang Qian, but now it was her turn.

Yun Yue didn’t go to the hospital; she went straight back to the Lin Family.

Liu Lanfang redressed her wounds, having learned some medical skills by shadowing Yun Yue’s grandfather.

"Why didn’t I see you bring any medicine for yourself?" she said, sounding annoyed.

"It’s still on the way." Her expressionless face gazed at the bloody wound.

Yun Zhonghai knew his father was skilled in medicine, though he was rarely at home in the past, claiming to practice medicine elsewhere. As he grew up, he worked away from home, only knowing that after Yun Yue spoke up, his father had stayed at home.

After bandaging the wound, Feng Ye sent her a message.

She typed out her reply on her phone, one character at a time.

She hadn’t let the two of them discuss this matter either, afraid that Lin Xiang would worry.

That evening,

Ruan Yingtao made a video call to her.

"Yueyue, did you send me this dress? It’s way too expensive!" Ruan Yingtong struggled to get into it but loved it immensely.

She was born with a love for things that shined; otherwise, she wouldn’t enjoy performing so much. She adored the glittering stage and the glittering self.

"It’s not expensive." Yun Yue sat cross-legged on a chair, her gaze falling on Ruan Yingtong’s protruding belly.

Indeed, she had gained weight.

Sun Hong snorted with laughter, "You think you can wear that dress without losing weight? You’re dreaming. Look at that belly sticking out!"

Ruan Yingtong: "..."

That was just mean.

"Why haven’t you seen any results after dieting for a few days? Have you been ordering takeout behind my back at night?!"

Ruan Yingtong blinked guiltily, putting on an innocent face: "They tempted me..."

Sun Hong: "..."

At that moment, she could only wish to express herself colorfully.

"Sister Sun, don’t panic! Now that I have this dress, I guarantee I’ll be more motivated to lose weight! Tomorrow... tonight I’ll have my assistant hang it over my bed. I swear I’ll look at it every night before sleeping; it will definitely help me lose weight..."

Ruan Yingtong couldn’t bring herself to look Sun Hong in the eyes, feeling guilty. An angry Sister Sun was indeed scary.

Yun Yue somewhat agreed, taking Sun Hong’s side, "You really should listen to Sister Sun. Eating too much fried food isn’t good for your health. If you want to be a star, you’re going to need to give some things up."

She indulged Ruan Yingtong, but wouldn’t let her do whatever she pleased.

Being a star was never just a title; one had to give up more than what the audience could see.

High-calorie foods and celebrities were basically incompatible.

"The boss, at last, speaks some sense. I was starting to think you were a confused ruler." Sun Hong felt moved to tears—finally the boss was on her side.

Yun Yue: "..."

Ruan Yingtong admired herself in the mirror, "Oh, by the way, my initiation banquet is the day after tomorrow. You need to come tomorrow or the day after that, and I’ll have my stylist do your hair."

Yun Yue fell silent, "I don’t need a hairstyling."

Sun Hong rolled her eyes at the person in the mirror, "If the boss gets a special hairstyle, that doesn’t leave anything for you to do!"

Ruan Yingtao: "...no one thinks you’re mute if you don’t speak."

"I damn well want to," Sun Hong retorted, munching on crispy chips with a dangerous look in her eye. "You still need to lose four pounds! You must slim down by the day after tomorrow!"