Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 35 Thirty Percent

Chapter 35: Chapter 35 Thirty Percent

Xiao Chen hung up the phone, the black pupils of his eyes emanating an icy chill, his sharply-defined face ice-cold to the bone. With a cool indifference, he said, "Return to Beijing."

Feng Ye knew that the Xiao Family had run into trouble.

Neither of them packed any luggage; they just drove straight back to Beijing.

The next day.

Lin Xuanze didn’t see Yun Yue at breakfast.

He waited for her in the car for five minutes, but still, she didn’t appear.

He returned with a sense of puzzlement.

Could she have overslept?

"Xiao Ze, why are you still here?" Liu Lanfang was wiping the table when she saw him come in, surprise evident on her face.

She had taken over quite a few of Sister Li’s chores.

Lin Xuanze pursed his lips, looking up briefly at the tightly shut door of the second-floor bedroom, his voice carrying a trace of arrogance, "Where is she? She’s going to be late."

"She’s not feeling well and has taken a few days off. Don’t you worry about it; just make sure you don’t miss your class," Liu Lanfang said without stopping her hands.

Lin Xuanze furrowed his brow, staring for a few seconds at the upstairs room, then turned and left the mansion.

Yun Yue slept till noon.

Her body felt completely refreshed.

Sister Li saw her descend the stairs, looking disheveled and listless, her eyes seeming to lack vitality.

"Miss, maybe you should go to the hospital for a check-up," she suggested, handing over a cup of hot water.

Yun Yue took the water and gulped it down, a few drops spilling from the corner of her mouth, trailing down her chin.

Her sleepwear was baggy, loosely revealing her collarbone, drops of water cascading down her fair, swan-like neck, wild and uninhibited.

Sister Li gazed at her face, the features finely crafted; even an old woman like her envied the skin that would surely make all the schoolgirls jealous.

"I should," Yun Yue agreed nonchalantly.

After lunch, Yun Yue said goodbye and walked out the door.

Sister Li felt it was too dangerous for her to go out alone and wanted to accompany her, but was intimidated by her glance.

She had an air of authority, more daunting than the lady of the house.

Outside the Lin Mansion, a dazzling red sports car waited for Yun Yue.

She stood in front of it, hands in pockets, whistling sharply, clicking her tongue.

"Boss, what do you think of my new car? Cool, isn’t it?" Mo Fan sported a high ponytail, donned a pair of sunglasses, brimming with spiciness, her skin a tawny hue, damnably sexy.

Her red lips were fiery, and between the sunglasses, her long, sexy legs were revealed, drawing the eye.

She loved sports cars and motorcycles, choosing them over meals if it came to that.

Beyond her love for vehicles, she owned nothing else.

"Not bad," said Yun Yue, her lips curling into a smile as she climbed into the passenger seat and put on sunglasses, her exposed lips exuding wildness.

Underneath Mo Fan’s shades, her eyes were seductive. She lightly pressed on the gas pedal, and the car sped off.

At the traffic light.

Gu Yue and a few classmates from Class Seven just happened to come out from having lunch at the mall when they spotted Mo Fan’s eye-catching car.

Yang Xing squinted his eyes excitedly, struggling to believe what he saw, "That’s a limited edition car! Only three in the world!"

His friends looked over upon hearing this, admiring the sleek vehicle.

The person behind the wheel was even more attractive.

Very spicy.

Apparently a wealthy woman.

Gu Yue said nothing because he had spotted Yun Yue in the passenger seat.

She hadn’t come to school today, reportedly on leave.

Although she was wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, her distinctive temperament was unmistakable.

He dared say that no one else in Lan City could match her wild, proud demeanor.

She was dressed in a worn-out plaid shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her arms, her skin pale and cool.

Her right hand was on the car window, the profile of her lips hooked in a sly, untamed manner.

"Young Master Gu, why do those two women look so familiar?" Yang Xing tilted his head; wasn’t that Yun Yue in the passenger seat?

And the driver seemed to be that motorcycle-chic girl they saw once at the First Middle School gate!

Was she that rich?!

A globally limited edition sports car, the kind you couldn’t buy even with money!

What exactly did Yun Yue’s friend do?

The light turned green.

The car disappeared in front of them.

A few people had complex expressions on their faces.

Especially Gu Yue, his brother couldn’t even buy that car; it wasn’t just about having money.

Yang Xing raised an eyebrow, planning to find an opportunity to properly ask Yun Yue.

Mainly, he wanted to meet the wealthy woman, touch the car, and take a photo.

At dusk.

They arrived at Beijing.

Her car was quite eye-catching even in Beijing, as she drove into Mei Huang, Beijing’s most high-class hotel.

She booked a presidential suite.

Yun Yue glanced at the price, astonishingly expensive.

Twenty thousand a day.

As she entered, she lazily lay on the sofa.

"This deal really is quite a hassle," Mo Fan said, kicking off her high heels and lying tiredly on the bed with a relaxed expression.

Luckily, the boss was good at drawing and had superior makeup skills, so convincing in her disguise that no one could tell.

"Two billion."

Mo Fan’s eyes lit up, as if she were no longer that tired.

She tapped lightly on the screen with her fingertips, her long and fine eyelashes trembling slightly.

Mo Fan crawled to the bedside, pressed the phone, and looked at the menu to order a meal.

Yun Yue got up to start changing clothes, disguising herself.

"What’s up, not eating?" Mo Fan looked at her, puzzled.

Yun Yue pinched her collar with her fingertips, her expression profound, "If the patient dies, there’s no money."

"It’s just as well we don’t eat," Mo Fan quickly got up, making money was more important.

She had a bunch of "iron kiddos" waiting for her to support.

**

The Xiao Family.

The atmosphere was pretty oppressive, just last night Lady of the Xiao Family suffered palpitations and was still in a coma up to this point, Xiao Chen had rushed back overnight.

His entire being radiated a chilling coldness, his eyes bloodshot from having not slept since last night.

The room was equipped with the most advanced medical instruments and the most effective medications.

Three doctors who held ranks within the global Medical Organization stood somewhat helplessly around the bed of the Lady of the Xiao Family.

Myocardial infarction, they’d already tried medication with no effect.

"Miss Yisha, the situation seems to be getting more dangerous for Madame," one of the three heart doctors said, standing around the bed and looking at the young girl beside them.

Xiao Yisha spoke with a grave voice, "We must perform surgery as soon as possible."

Xiao Yisha was the daughter of the second elder of the Xiao family.

Her medical skills were extraordinary, and she had been recognized by the Medical Organization as the youngest expert in cardiology.

She knew well that this treatment had to succeed, otherwise, Xiao Chen wouldn’t let the second branch of the family off the hook.

Moreover, the Lady of the Xiao Family’s illness was caused by her father.

Xiao Yisha’s eyes flickered with a hidden light; she had to cure her.

A military doctor said, "With the Madame’s current condition, she can’t endure a long surgery."

Xiao Yisha frowned, "With the four of us here, the success rate is at least thirty percent, but if we don’t operate, my aunt won’t survive the night."

The three doctors exchanged glances, their expressions grave.

After a few seconds of silence, they reached a unanimous decision.

"Then let’s proceed with the surgery, you’ll lead."

Xiao Yisha hummed affirmatively.

Nurses immediately started preparations, pushing the Lady of the Xiao Family to the ready sterile operating room.

Xiao Chen entered just in time to see Xiao Yisha already changed into surgical attire, his eyes cold as the abyss, dark and deep.

"What’s happening?" he asked with a hint of danger in his voice, his icy gaze sweeping towards Xiao Yisha.

Xiao Yisha took a breath, as no one could remain calm under his gaze.

She stood straight, trying to appear as composed as possible, "Auntie must undergo surgery."

"What’s the success rate?"

He asked too directly, making Xiao Yisha dare not to answer directly, her eyes downcast, "Thirty percent."