Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 372: The Gift

Chapter 372: Chapter 372: The Gift

They left in a disarray, and Yun Yue finally took her eyes off them.

"What happened?" Xiao Chen followed his gaze, and with just a quick glance, he memorized the license plate number of the car.

"Yueyue." Jiang Qiong walked out from the villa, wearing light makeup and a haute couture cheongsam, which highlighted her dignified elegance.

Yun Yue smiled and nodded, "Aunt Qiong."

Lin Xiang beamed, "No need to stand outside in the heat. Come inside, we have air conditioning."

After walking for a bit, Lin Xiang frowned and stopped, feeling like she had forgotten something.

The gifts were ready, and everyone had arrived. What was still missing?

She felt an emptiness inside as she walked in and nudged Zhonghai, asking with furrowed brows, "Are we missing something?"

Zhonghai silently sympathized with Lin Xuanze.

A true mother.

He seriously said, "You forgot you have another son."

Lin Xiang suddenly realized. No wonder she felt like something was amiss. But why didn’t her son come back with the rest?

Was he so caught up in his fun that he forgot about his own mother?

At the Golden Net Training Camp, Lin Xuanze, who was undergoing rigorous training, couldn’t help but sneeze.

In just one week, his fair skin had turned to a wheat complexion, so dark that only his bright, tightly clenched teeth were visible.

His expression was strained and painful, and his body was filthy, covered in the smell of sweat.

Seeing her remember, Zhonghai shook his head.

Lin Xiang poured them some tea and then asked, "Yueyue, where is Xuan Ze? Didn’t he come back with you?"

Yun Yue raised her eyebrows, seemingly having forgotten him, and made up an excuse, "He, feeling he was too weak, decided to attend a military training camp. He probably won’t finish until the new semester starts."

Lin Xiang widened her eyes, somewhat incredulous, "He came to that realization on his own?"

She had enrolled him in a Taekwondo interest class before, and he would always complain about the pain and exhaustion. And now he went to join a military training camp?

It seemed a bit unbelievable.

Yun Yue meaningfully nodded, "He’s quite aware."

Lin Xiang gave an ambiguous nod, "No wonder he hasn’t replied to my messages these days."

"Yep, all phones have to be turned in," Yun Yue casually used a toothpick to pick up a slice of ice-cold watermelon, tasting the sweet chill. It was excellent.

Lin Xiang didn’t mind much, thinking it was good for the boy to have some clear thoughts and endure some hardships.

"Aunt Xiang, we brought some gifts from M country for you. Hope you like them." After Xiao Chen spoke, Xiao Feng and Feng Ye brought out gift boxes.

Jiang Qiong gently sipped her tea, glancing over indifferently, before elegantly setting down her cup.

Yun Yue contained the smile in her eyes, "Aunt Qiong, you have one too."

Jiang Qiong smiled, immediately grabbing Yun Yue’s hand, "Daughters are wonderful, so thoughtful."

Xiao Chen: "..."

He coughed and handed out the gifts, "Aunt Xiang, this is for you—skincare products and bags, picked by Yun Yue."

"Thank you." Lin Xiang smilingly accepted them, her eyes meaningfully sweeping toward Yun Yue, her smile deepening.

Yueyue wouldn’t know about these skincare products; she still buys them herself.

Liu Lanfang came out from the kitchen, casually wiping her hands on her apron, her smile creased with wrinkles, "Don’t just sit there, let’s eat."

"Time to eat, time to eat. Your grandma has prepared a big table full of your favorites." Lin Xiang pulled her to the table, just as Yun Yue’s phone rang. She glanced at it and raised an eyebrow, "You start eating, I’ll take this call."

"How can that be, today you’re the birthday star. You should answer the phone first."

Lin Xiang called them to their seats. The Lin family hadn’t been this lively in a long time. Liu Lanfang used to not like bustling atmospheres, but since coming to the Lin family, she had gradually grown fond of them.

Yun Yue walked to the window and pressed the answer button just as the call was about to disconnect.

"Is something the matter?" she asked, her tone quite indifferent.

"Can’t I call you if there’s nothing wrong? After all, I am your grandfather. What’s wrong with wanting to talk to you?" Ji Xian glared, a bit displeased.

Housekeeper Ji stood by, silently observing his small gestures.

Someone didn’t know who it was, but little Miss had not been answering the phone, nervously unsettled, stomping her feet. Once through, she became proudly indifferent.

Yun Yue chuckled, seemingly not expecting him to be quite honest.

"Is it your birthday today?" Ji Xian finally got to the point. He remembered her ID said it was.

"Yeah, I guess," Yun Yue squinted her eyes, responding.

Ji Xian looked suspiciously at his own phone. Yeah, I guess?

"That’s fine. Tonight, you join me for a dinner, let’s celebrate," Ji Xian tapped on the table, Housekeeper Ji watching his movements.

Usually calm and restrained, the old master actually became this nervous when asking the little Miss.

"I’m afraid I can’t. I’m in Lan City and probably won’t be back until tomorrow," Yun Yue saw that they had taken their seats on the other end, "That’s it then, I’m hanging up now."

"Doot doot doot..." Ji Xian looked at the disconnected call with astonishment, blowing his beard and glaring. He turned to Housekeeper Ji and said, "She actually hung up on me?"

Doesn’t she care about face?

Housekeeper Ji kept his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart, without speaking.

"Nevermind, dinner is no longer an option. She likes money, I’ll just transfer some to her." He grabbed his phone, accessed WeChat—these young people all like playing with WeChat, not only for chatting but also for transferring money.

Young people all like the feeling of receiving red packets, especially little miser types like her, so he sent 18 red packets of 200 each.

"Why can it only send two hundred?" Ji Xian scoffed haughtily, not even a fraction more.

Housekeeper Ji helplessly said, "This... I don’t know."

"I know you don’t know, luckily I prepared a big gift, otherwise 3600 would look too stingy." Ji Xian scoffed.

Housekeeper Ji: "..."

Having just sat down, Yun Yue placed her phone on the table, only to see the bombardment of red packets from Ji Xian. She: "..."

Xiao Chen, squinting his eyes and possessing good vision, glanced over and noticed the screen full of red packet pop-ups, he served her more food, "Eat more."

Jiang Qiong raised her glass and stood up, "A toast to our little birthday star."

"Happy birthday to our little star."

"Yueyue, this is the birthday gift Auntie brings you," Lin Xiang held a file folder and affectionately said, "Open it later tonight."

"Okay." Yun Yue set it aside without much concern, everyone at the table enjoying themselves.

Later that night, after showering, Yun Yue casually wiped her hair with a towel, threw it aside, and opened up her laptop.

Only then did she notice the file folder given to her at noon next to her, opening it curiously.

She browsed through it, her eyes slightly narrowing, feeling profoundly that the gift was too valuable.

She stood and walked straight to the door. As she opened the door, Lin Xiang was just about to knock, awkwardly withdrawing her hand, her gaze landing on the contract in her hand.

She pointed at the room, "Auntie, may I come in?"

Yun Yue nodded, letting her in and then gently closing the door.

Every time Lin Xiang entered her room, she was astounded by the paintings on the wall, never having imagined she was a disciple of Master Jiang Wenshan. This wall, if auctioned, could easily fetch tens of millions.