Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 389

Chapter 389: Chapter 389

She had finished the painting in just half an hour, a painting that only an oil painting could convey.

Glancing at the time, she stood up and walked outside.

In the kitchen, Xiao Chen had just finished the last dish.

Yun Yue walked into the living room to see a table full of dishes and candles; she casually raised her eyebrows.

He removed his apron and, like a gentleman, pulled out a chair for her, looking up at the person next to him, "Let’s celebrate."

She hung her head low, her fine features composed, and walked over with a leisurely gait.

The doorbell rang; she curiously looked over, "Feng Ye?"

Didn’t he know the password?

"I’ll check." Xiao Chen walked over; it couldn’t be Feng Ye, as he had already messaged him earlier not to come back.

He opened the door to find a courier, eyes immediately landing on a large bouquet of fresh roses with a small card nestled among them.

"Partings end in meetings, a modest gift for thee, hoping for a rendezvous."

His eyebrows abruptly chilled, his lips curling into a faint cold smile.

Very good!

Someone had the audacity to send flowers to his door.

"Hello, may I ask if this is Yun Yue’s house? Someone has sent her flowers and a gift." The person behind the bouquet poked their head out, holding a sleek black gift bag in their hand.

"No, get lost." Xiao Chen’s thin lips parted slightly, his words chillingly forceful.

The man trembled all over, hurriedly turned around with an apology, and left, only hearing the door slam shut behind him.

He let out a shaky breath, thinking this man was too terrifying.

He had only walked a few steps when he realized something was amiss and stopped, turning to look at the door number, puzzled, "That’s correct."

He hesitated for a moment, but eventually, he rang the doorbell again, and this time Yun Yue answered.

"Hello, may I ask if Yun Yue is home?" Yun Yue glanced sideways at the grim-faced man behind her, then at the large bouquet of roses in front of her she raised her eyebrows, "Who sent this?"

Seeing Yun Yue, he relayed the message to her, "The person didn’t say who it was, only that he’s waiting for you."

Yun Yue’s nonchalant expression carried a hint of rogue, her cold eyes devoid of warmth, the corners of her lips faintly curling as she coldly spoke, "Throw out the flowers, the rest you keep."

Xiao Chen’s expression gradually softened upon hearing her words, watching her come in and elegantly cutting the steak for her with a knife and fork.

Yun Yue walked over and saw the steak already neatly sliced; she raised her eyebrows, the cuts precise and quick.

The door was shut once again, leaving the man sighing incessantly.

The flowers looked expensive, not to mention the contents of the bag.

The man said that if she didn’t want it, he could take it; he had thought it was a joke at the time. Such a beautiful painting and such valuable gifts surely someone would want,

Surprisingly, she really didn’t want them, but he still courteously made a phone call.

"Hello, she didn’t want it; what do you want me to do now?"

"No need, the items are yours now," Qiu Jun hung up the phone, standing on the balcony with a sinister smile looking across at the opposite side.

You’ve been hiding for three years, can you hide any longer?

"Young Master Qiu, what should we do next?" Wu Qing appeared behind him, his face still as expressionless and cold.

Qiu Jun withdrew his gaze, his lips slightly moving, "Keep an eye on Lab D and the Medical Organization. Also, you and Jin Yasi go to this place and see if you can find any clues."

"Yes," Wu Qing nodded slightly, noticing the message on the phone and discreetly withdrew.

The next morning.

Yun Yue leaned against the headboard. She had a dream last night where she saw a woman whose hands were warm and who always smiled gently at her, her gaze filled with affection.

However, she couldn’t see the woman’s face clearly—it was as if it were veiled by a fog, obscured.

She didn’t understand why she was having such dreams, which felt so real—as if she had experienced them before. It was a bit hard to distinguish whether it was a dream or reality.

Or had she forgotten something in the past?!

The more she thought about it, the stronger the sense of headache and nausea she felt, her eyes becoming bloodshot and her body weak.

She quickly reached into her backpack, took out a bottle of medication, and swallowed a pill.

She glanced at her phone and saw a missed call from Mo Fan.

She returned the call.

"Boss, I’ve completed the task you assigned, and I’m back at Golden Net. However, it seems Qiu Jun is no longer in Country M," Mo Fan reported on his mission.

The day before yesterday, while carrying out the mission, he found out that Qiu Jun was not in Country M. Given Qiu Jun’s obsession with her, he must have come to Country Z.

"Mhm, he should be in Country Z and near me," Yun Yue murmured.

She had a hunch that he was nearby, monitoring her every move.

"Keep an eye on the Lin Family for me; deploy more people, especially safeguard my grandmother."

The Underground Alliance must be searching for something—the U-disk she held, although she wasn’t ready to check what was inside just yet.

"Alright, I will. Nan Jingchen has also returned and is now at Nan Mansion."

Nan Mansion had turned into a haunted house after the Nan Family massacre, overgrown with weeds. With too many deaths, no one dared to move in, and the property remained vacant.

"Yes, also arrange a few people to ensure his safety." Yun Yue hung up and got up to walk outside.

She saw a busy figure in the kitchen and her lips curled up in a smile. "I’m not going out to play today. My teacher messaged me; there’s an assessment in a week. I need to go to the Painting Association."

"Alright, I’ll take you there," Xiao Chen came over with a cup of milk and, seeing her looking much better than the previous days, didn’t add more.

After breakfast, he took her to the Painting Association.

Painting Association.

Since everyone was busy preparing for the level examination, all were tensed up—everyone at the association had a Level Certificate.

Except Yun Yue, who had never taken such an exam, but her skills were already at a master’s level, and Jiang Wenshan had confidence in her.

"This assessment, besides me proctoring, will have a few other masters from the association. My word alone isn’t sufficient. The final score will be the average of the four of us. You need to score above 90 to become a master."

Jiang Wenshan briefed her on some assessment rules. "Spend these days refining your painting skills. I’ve already pointed out all your weaknesses, and with your perception, you should be successful before the exam."

"And this assessment is crucial for your future..."

Jiang Wenshan did not elaborate, but Yun Yue had some guesses in her heart.

When he took her as his disciple, he didn’t even make an announcement, and the circle harbored doubts about her abilities; after all, she had never taken a level exam. Especially as his disciple, it would be hard to convince others if she performed poorly.

But this time, he hoped she could obtain the master-level certificate to justify herself to everyone.

"Don’t worry, I won’t let you down. After the exam, can I rest for a while?"

Uncle Xiao’s illness needed treatment; it couldn’t be delayed any longer.