Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 262 Is This a Gun?

Chapter 262: Chapter 262 Is This a Gun?

At the banquet previously, she mentioned that the first piano Sister Yue gave her might have been worth only about ten or twenty thousand yuan, but she remembered this crystal piano being over twenty million yuan.

Could this be a child from a poor village?

She’s more like a wealthy lady!

And at that time, Sister Yue was only about ten years old; even she didn’t have that much money.

If people knew that the world’s most expensive piano was in Yingtao’s home, who knows how much of a sensation it would cause.

Grandpa Yao had always wanted to play a piece on this piano; previously, he didn’t even know who its owner was or where it was, but now it seems his dream was getting closer.

It wasn’t just Jiang Ying who was shocked—all the others were looking at the carefree girl sitting on the couch with her legs crossed.

How old was she at that time?

She hadn’t even graduated from elementary school.

Not to mention Jiang Ying, even Feng Ye and Jiang Qi were still asking their families for money when they were in middle school, and it wasn’t until high school that they started doing business. The two of them earned their first million together, feeling unbeatably awesome. Compared to her, they seemed utterly weak.

Ruan Yingtong came out of the kitchen with a cup of tea. Lou Ting had previously given her a set of custom tea sets; otherwise, they wouldn’t even have tea to serve today.

Jiang Ying’s eyes widened—despite being the young lady of the Jiang Family, she looked like a little girl who had never seen the world. "A limited-edition teacup from Ming Tea House."

This set of tea sets, only three sets existed.

One was at her aunt’s house, and the remaining two had not yet been found.

"I don’t know, someone gave it to me." Ruan Yingtong looked down, her eyes bright and clear. This was what Lou Ting had given her; if guests hadn’t appeared, it would probably still be in the gift box.

"This tea tastes quite good, have a taste." She placed the tray on the coffee table.

Feng Ye and Jiang Qi were quite knowledgeable. They instantly recognized that this was the most expensive and rare tea from Ming Tea House. Just a while ago, his mother had gotten a little from Aunt Jiang and was overjoyed.

The two unceremoniously picked up the cups and took a light sip—the flavor was even more mellow and rich than the tea they got from Aunt Jiang.

The best tea Feng Ye had tasted was last New Year’s Eve at a little kid’s house, and now he was tasting such tea again at Ruan Yingtong’s home. It seemed they both were well acquainted with the owner of Ming Tea House.

"Indeed, it’s delicious," Feng Ye said, somewhat reluctant to put the cup down.

Tea from Ming Tea House was never disappointing.

"This tea has detoxifying and beautifying effects. I usually drink this," Ruan Yingtong said, sitting next to Yun Yue, as she took a cup of tea, blew on it to cool it, and then handed it to her. "Yueyue, drink this."

Yun Yue raised her delicate brows and took the cup, drinking it in one gulp.

Jiang Qi watched her drink and was momentarily taken aback. Is that how you drink tea?

Ordinary tea might be fine, but this was tea from Ming Tea House, and several grades better than what they usually bought; naturally, it should be savored.

"Detox and beautify? I know about that; you mentioned it on a variety show before. No wonder your skin is so good—soft and tender, just like a peeled egg."

Jiang Ying was definitely Ruan Yingtong’s die-hard fan; Ruan Yingtong only remembered mentioning it briefly and hadn’t expected her to remember.

Ruan Yingtong replied, "Yes, that’s the tea."

Jiang Ying was astonished; finally, she understood why Ruan hadn’t mentioned the brand of the tea— even if she had named it, Jiang Ying couldn’t afford it, and it might even invite trouble.

"Would you guys like some?" Ruan Yingtong turned to them. She still had plenty, as Lou Ting sent some over every month. She once gave some to Sister Sun, who then came asking every month.

"That’s not really appropriate... but if you insist on giving me some, that’s okay." Jiang Ying, her face a bit flushed, touched her head awkwardly.

Jiang Qi glanced at her discreetly, thinking to himself: if anyone had a thick face, she was first, and he was second.

So, they were a match made in heaven.

Yueyue immediately turned around and said cheerfully, "Trouble her to give me some too."

Feng Ye snorted disdainfully, "Trouble her to give me some too, without breaking a sweat."

"Alright, I’ll give each of you a bag." Ruan Yingtong burst into laughter, these people looked rather proud, but unexpectedly, they were quite cute.

Yun Yue raised her eyes to look at her, smiled softly, and asked nonchalantly, "How has your studying been lately?"

Xiao Feng glanced at Yun Yue subtly, lips pursed.

If he remembered correctly, you scored zero on your last test, how dare you ask someone else about their academic performance!

Ruan Yingtong didn’t dare show off in front of this top student, saying modestly, "Not bad, I should have no problem getting into Beijing Film Academy."

There was an eerie silence among the few present.

"Not bad?"

"I should have no problem getting into Beijing Film Academy?"

If you were a bit more boastful they might not mind, but why do you say it so modestly, making them, who struggled to get into Jing University, feel embarrassed!

Jiang Ying was also taking the college entrance exam this year, but her dad wanted her to get into Jing University, which she felt was far away.

She stared at Ruan Yingtong with admiration, "Yingtao, I didn’t know you were so good at studying! Aren’t you filming every day? How can your grades be so good?!"

Ruan Yingtong looked at Yun Yue, smiled, and said, "Because I have a secret weapon!"

Yueyue was even smarter than her; she had finished high school curriculum in elementary school, while she had only finished it in middle school.

"You should also give it your all, I believe you can do it."

"Yeah, as the number one Yingtao fan, I definitely won’t let you down." Jiang Ying had made up her mind, she would ask her dad to hire a private tutor when she got home, she must get into Jing University and follow in Yingtao’s footsteps.

Yun Yue pursed her lips and didn’t speak. Xiao Feng, seeing her dejected expression, thought she was worried about her own grades and said, "Miss Yun, it’s okay if you don’t get in, there’s still Master Chen, just choose whichever university you want to go to."

Yun Yue raised her delicate eyebrows slowly and said, "Jing University."

Xiao Feng: "...also fine, right, Master Chen?"

Her grades weren’t great, but her aspirations were high.

Jiang Qi and Jiang Ying exchanged glances. It seemed her grades weren’t very good, but with Master Chen around, entering any university wouldn’t be a problem; getting her into Jing University would just be a slight hassle.

Xiao Chen gave him a meaningful glance.

Xiao Feng frowned slightly, was he wrong?

Why did he look at himself as if he were looking at an idiot?

Feng Ye’s lips curled slightly, sipping his tea to hide that slight curve, looking forward to the day the college entrance exam results were released.

Ruan Yingtong’s expression was unreadable, Yueyue was so capable, yet she needed connections?

Jiang Ying glanced at the snacks on the coffee table, casually picking up a package. A Desert Eagle, gleaming metallically, caught everyone’s eyes.

The entire living room fell into an eerily quiet state.

"Zip," Jiang Ying tore open the package, looked up at them, "What are you all looking at, so engrossed."

Following their gaze, she exclaimed, put down her snack, bent over, and picked up the Desert Eagle.

Almost couldn’t lift it, she grinned, exerted more strength to finally manage to weigh it in her hand, quite heavy, and looked up blankly, "Is this a gun?"