Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 38: Going to a Concert

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Going to a Concert

Ruan Yingtong’s palm-sized face was all aglow, "Who dares to bully me? I am a popular rising star now; everyone wants to ingratiate themselves with me. The entertainment industry is so much fun, I can be a different version of myself in the shows."

She tilted her head and pouted a bit coquettishly, "Are you sure you don’t want to try your hand in the entertainment industry? With your looks, you’d definitely become wildly popular, you know, the kind that’s famous beyond belief!"

Sister Sun had already asked her countless times, almost as if she’d do anything to trick her into joining the entertainment industry.

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow from the other side of the sofa, like hell he would join the entertainment industry.

Once she’s up on stage, would the audience even notice anyone else?

Stealing other people’s livelihoods isn’t nice.

Yun Yue turned her head away, not wanting to see her face, "No, I’m not interested in acting."

Ruan Yingtong had no choice but to give up, but she still hadn’t lost hope.

One day she would let her fans meet her best friend with an unbeatable brain.

At the dining table, Yun Yue took a bite of meat.

Mo Fan and Ruan Yingtong’s eyes widened.

What the hell!

She ate meat?!

Had the Lin Family changed her so much?!

Yun Yue raised an eyebrow at the two of them, saying nothing.

The meat actually wasn’t that bad tasting.

"Yueyue, I have a concert tomorrow, you’ll come, right?" Ruan Yingtong smiled, a pair of hopeful black eyes making her look adorable, those eyes mesmerizing anyone who saw them.

She hadn’t expected her to come to Beijing all of a sudden; she hadn’t seen her concert live yet.

Mo Fan seemed to understand why the boss was so indulgent with her; who could withstand such charm!

Who could bear to refuse such a cute and beautiful girl!

"What time?" Yun Yue held chopsticks in her right hand while leaning on the table with her left, sitting insolently with crossed legs.

"Six thirty in the evening, just an hour long," Ruan Yingtong laughed, pulling out two tickets, "VIP seating, I requested them specifically!"

Luckily, there were two tickets.

Her best friend had to sit in the best seats.

"Alright, I’ll definitely be there," Yun Yue put down her bowl and chopsticks, her voice unusually warm, the harsh aura about her subdued, leaving only a mischievous rebellious vibe.

Mo Fan’s phone vibrated. He looked down at it, somewhat surprised, "Boss, there’s an auction at Tianxi tomorrow at eight. Heard there’s good stuff. Are you going?"

Ruan Yingtong nibbled on her chopsticks; ah, Tianxi.

Yun Yue raised an eyebrow at her, "Wanna go?"

Her eyes lit up, "Yes, if you’re going, take me with you."

Tianxi is the most luxurious entertainment spot in Beijing.

Those who can afford to go there are rich and powerful; she wouldn’t dare go alone.

Normally she’d avoid certain social occasions; those rich bosses might pick Tianxi, but she still wouldn’t dare.

In such cases, Sister Sun would get out of it if she could, feigning sickness if she couldn’t.

"Let’s go together after the concert tomorrow," Yun Yue said with a sly grin, knowing exactly what the little rascal was thinking with just one look in her eyes.

"Great," Ruan Yingtong nodded with a smile, Yun Yue was the best.

That evening Sister Sun had to call several times before she finally left Mei Huang reluctantly.

Once she left, Yun Yue’s smile faded, her gaze fierce and bold, with a brutal gleam in her crimson eyes.

"What’s being auctioned tomorrow?"

Her voice was cold.

"I don’t know, it’s a mystery. Couldn’t find out, but a lot of people from Beijing will be there."

That was the latest information Xiao Bai had dug up.

Yun Yue lounged against the floor-to-ceiling window, her hair soft and smooth to her shoulders.

The cool lighting cast on her face made her skin look pale and cold, filled with a proud and rebellious air.

Her almond-shaped eyes gazed out at the scenery.

Cars and people moved back and forth ceaselessly, the lights bright as day, skyscrapers and luxury cars everywhere.

This was a city cold with only profits in mind.

Her eyes narrowed, her expression inscrutable.

The next day, Yun Yue slept until noon.

Several messages had arrived on her phone.

The first one: a bank transfer of ten billion.

The others were WeChat messages.

She didn’t look at them.

"Boss, time to eat."

Mo Fan had gotten up early and taken a stroll around Beijing in the early morning.

This place really was a paradise for the wealthy.

She got out of bed with bloodshot eyes and a fierce look in her eyes that had just woken from sleep.

Grabbing a sugar bun with her hand, she found the soy milk sickeningly sweet.

"The Weapon Association has a new vice president," Mo Fan said with a smirk, "Bad luck for him, running into us. I heard it’s the second young master of the Xiao Family."

Yun Yue’s eyes flickered slightly, the place she had gone for treatment yesterday had "Xiao Mansion" written on its signboard.

In the evening, Mo Fan drove to the concert.

The car was filled with baby’s breath—the flowers that Ruan Yingtong liked.

Yun Yue had bought them.

Upon arriving at their destination, the place outside was already swarmed with people.

Fans of Ruan Yingtong ranged from men and women to young and old, which explained why she was so well-liked.

Their car was particularly striking, becoming the center of attention as it drove by.

"Oh my! It’s a global limited edition sports car! Only three in the world, incredibly expensive, even money can’t buy it easily!"

"This is the only one in the whole country!"

"And it’s being driven by a woman!"

"Are they here for the cherry concert too?"

Cherry was the nickname fans had for Ruan Yingtong.

Their arrival caused quite a stir.

Not just the car, both women in the car were also very eye-catching.

The driver was cool, sexy, and as alluring as a vibrant red rose with thorns.

The passenger wore a baseball cap, her sleeves rolled up to her arms, her skin pale and cold, and her expression and demeanor were both chilly and bold.

Half of her face visible under the cap was so exquisitely beautiful that it made people jealous, not to mention the other half hidden from view.

"Wow, hard to believe Little Yingtong has so many fans," Mo Fan remarked in surprise.

"Remember to take the flowers," Yun Yue said before heading towards the security check, while Mo Fan, after locking the car, hurriedly followed with the flowers in his arms.

Yun Yue’s makeup was too striking, she rode in an exclusive limited edition sports car, yet her clothes were an old and cheap plaid shirt.

In a place like Beijing, filled with wealth everywhere, she looked entirely out of place.

Their eyes straightforwardly stared at the ticket in her hand.

When they saw the red VIP seats, their eyes widened!

There were only ten VIP seat tickets, none for sale!

How did she manage to get them!

And she had two!

Yun Yue’s demeanor was cold and arrogant, giving off a strong sense of dominance.

The ticket inspector initially wanted to stop her seeing her simple attire, but he changed his attitude as soon as she showed the two VIP tickets.

Smiling, he said, "You can go in now."

Yun Yue, with her hands in her pockets, strutted inside.

Blocking half of his body, the tool person Mo Fan: ...

At least consider her feelings.

She directly found a staff member and, showing a charming expression, asked, "Could you please send these flowers to Yingtong’s dressing room?"

The staff member, charmed by her smile, immediately took the flowers to Ruan Yingtong’s dressing room.

Yun Yue gave her a glance, a real social butterfly.

She was usually the one handling social tasks, being both spicy and sexy—those people simply couldn’t resist her charm.

People who were targeted by her, or who targeted her, seldom ended well.

She casually flipped her ponytail, her lips curving into a smile: "It’s too big, I can’t see the road well."

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