Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 383: Mo Lingwei Faces Ostracism

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Mo Lingwei Faces Ostracism

Arriving home, it was already 10 p.m., and the two entered the house one after another.

Yun Yue’s phone rang. She took off the hat on her head and tossed it onto the sofa, lazily lying down and pressing the answer button.

"What’s the matter?" she paused, her brows instantly turning cold, and she got up to walk toward her room.

Xiao Chen took a sip of water and, seeing the chilly ferocity breaking through her sky-reaching eyebrows, he slightly concealed his expression and knocked his water cup onto the table.

Yun Yue returned to her room, locked the door, pulled open the curtains, and stood on the balcony, with the night illuminated by scattered lights.

"Where did you get that pill?" Fei Canqing’s expression was more serious than ever.

"Is there a problem?" Yun Yue could tell from his tone that the pill was not simple.

"There is! The problem is huge. That’s a drug developed by D laboratory. If taken for a long time, it can damage the brain nerves; one won’t live past 50. Those who take this drug feel their body getting better, but in reality, their vitality slowly gets drained until death."

Such a drug is prohibited. After discovering it was harmful to humans, D laboratory stopped its development. Where did she get it from?

Yun Yue’s gaze was cold and harsh as ice, dangerously malevolent, with a tinge of crimson slowly surfacing in her eyes.

She hung up the phone, clenching her teeth tightly, jaw taut, staring out the window.

This drug came from D laboratory; only people from Beijing could get access to it. If his guess was correct, Mr. Lin might have died from this drug, followed by Aunt Xiang, who was led to believe it was hereditary, but in reality, this drug was the true culprit.

The Lin Family was just an above-average enterprise in Lan City, what value did it hold that warranted Beijing’s influence to go as far as to kill Mr. Lin and even Aunt Xiang?

She had thought it was Dong Jian’s doing, but now it seemed the matter was not so simple.

After a moment, she dialed Wu Yi’s number, surrounded by a deep low pressure, and asked in a husky voice, "How’s the investigation into that person going?"

"I have a lead. On the first of every month, he meets with Dong Jian, who gives him a bottle of medicine. They don’t talk much before parting ways." Wu Yi felt that this man named Dong Jian was not simple.

He had looked into his background. Even though Dong Jian had swindled quite a bit of the Lin Family’s assets, it was unlikely for him to grow so big in just eight years to the point of going public.

However, the time was too short, and he had only found this much so far. Given some time, there was no information that the Black Alliance couldn’t unearth.

"Check who’s backing Dong Jian." A ferocious glint flashed in Yun Yue’s cold eyes. She would have let it pass if she didn’t know, but now that she was aware, neither Dong Jian nor his backers could escape.

"Okay," Wu Yi nodded slightly, hesitating in his voice, "The Paluo Family Master wants to meet you."

The Paluo Family Master had contacted him personally several times, with tempting offers that even he was somewhat moved by, so he couldn’t help but bring it up.

Yun Yue scoffed with uncontainable mockery, "No."

"Alright, I’ll let him know," Wu Yi hung up the phone and called the Paluo Family Master back when he saw Wu Er walking in.

"Brother, how should we handle the two newcomers?"

After all, they were chosen jointly by the Golden Net and Black Alliance, in other words, selected by Y, and they wouldn’t be lacking in skills. He was asking because he wanted to see if Y had any particular instructions.

"Have Hou Li take care of that, and as for Mo Lingwei, you should know how to handle it since she’s Mo Fan’s sister, right?" Wu Yigang gave him a look, annoyed that such a trivial matter required his instruction, "And don’t mention Mo Fan’s identity to anyone."

Wu Er was somewhat surprised at the mention. Mo Lingwei was Mo Fan’s sister?

Wasn’t Mo Lingwei the daughter of the Mo Family?

Then Mo Fan... His expression turned knowing, and he smirked with ill intent, "Understood."

Even though Mo Lingwei had some abilities, who could deny she was Mo Fan’s sister? She naturally had to be well taken care of.

Wu Er walked out and looked at the two people waiting by the door. "From now on, you’ll follow me, and as for you, come with me."

Mo Lingwei wanted to say something but hesitated. A touch of unwillingness flashed in her eyes as she glanced at Hou Li with jealousy and then followed him with a lift of her foot.

"You’re in charge of Xiangcai, the new colleague—take good care of her," said Wu Er as he pointed at Mo Lingwei and gave Xiangcai a knowing look.

Xiangcai got the hint immediately, casting a meaningful glance at Mo Lingwei, "Sure, I’ll take good care of her."

Wu Er sized up Mo Lingwei. "You’ll be working under Xiangcai from now on. As a newcomer, you need to be tempered. You must endure hardship. Black Alliance doesn’t keep idlers, nor do we have any spoiled young mistresses. Got it?"

Mo Lingwei was intimidated by his presence and quickly nodded. "I will."

"Work hard. I have high hopes for you," Wu Er gave her an encouraging look, then turned and left with Hou Li.

Xiangcai sized up Mo Lingwei, chewing gum in her mouth, blowing bubbles now and then, casually sitting on the desk, swinging her legs, and teasingly asked, "How old are you?"

"23." Mo Lingwei looked at her.

"Pretty old, I’m only 21. Should I call you ’sister’?" Xiangcai spoke with a mix of cheekiness and disdain as she crossed her arms over her chest, looking down on her.

Mo Lingwei’s face turned sour in an instant, grinding her teeth in frustration. She was only 23, how was that old?!

She took a deep breath, showing a polite smile, "You are an elder of Black Alliance; it’s I who should call you ’sister’."

"Don’t, I don’t have a sister as old as you."

Mo Lingwei’s face went pale, and she looked at Xiangcai with resigned annoyance.

Xiangcai let out a sneer; such a person was actually Mo Fan’s sister. Indeed a mistress’s daughter couldn’t make it public.

"Print these documents, and then get me a cup of coffee, iced with seventy percent sugar."

Mo Lingwei had thought acting pitiful would win sympathy from those around her. Instead, as if they hadn’t seen her, the woman had handed her several files.

"Okay." She took them, puzzled, where had she gone wrong—how had she offended this woman?

Weren’t the people from Golden Net supposed to be easy to get along with?

Seeing Mo Lingwei, the office began to buzz. The members of Black Alliance and Golden Net often interacted, either dining out occasionally, especially since Mo Fan came to visit Black Alliance frequently, either for fun or business.

They were quite familiar with him and had already scoped out the newcomers before their arrival.

Never did they imagine that this Mo Lingwei would turn out to be Mo Fan’s sister, the daughter of a woman who ascended by affair. As friends of Mo Fan, they certainly had to look after his sister.

But landing in Xiangcai’s hands? Tough luck. She had the best relationship with Mo Fan in the entire Black Alliance; Mo Lingwei was in for a tough time.

Yun Yue had just hung up the phone when there was a knock at the door. Her cool black eyes moved slightly as she walked towards the door.

"Have some warm milk before sleep."

Yun Yue’s brows lifted, reminding her of Lin Xiang. In the Lin Family, she would receive a cup of warm milk every night before going to sleep. She took the cup with her slender, porcelain-white fingers and drank it up.

Xiao Chen walked into her room, emptied the burnt-out incense ashes into the trash can, and lit a new stick. "This is a calming incense I’ve formulated to aid sleep."

Yun Yue opened her mouth as if to speak, but, recalling how well she slept the prior night without dreaming, she didn’t refuse.