Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 39 Da Boss Backs

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Da Boss Backs

Yun Yue withdrew her gaze and followed the signs to the concert venue, finding her seat and sitting down.

The venue was large, featuring a circular stage that could accommodate many people.

She leaned back lazily in her chair, which had a built-in massager, found a comfortable position with her legs crossed, and played with her phone.

Mo Fan, sensing the situation, did not disturb her.

After a short while, she stood up again.

"Where are you going?" Mo Fan asked.

"Returning to nature," Yun Yue’s figure oozed coolness as she replied.

Mo Fan was silent for a second, then said, "I’ll go with you."

**

Ruan Yingtong’s dressing room.

"I didn’t expect Yueyue to be so thoughtful, sending me so many Baby’s-breath flowers," Ruan Yingtao was already made up, dressed in her sparkling concert attire.

"She really came?" Sister Sun expressed her surprise with a look of disbelief.

Could a big boss be a fan too?

"If she said she would come, she definitely would," Ruan Yingtong’s lips curled, her hands propped up her chin as she laughed wholeheartedly.

She had to perform well today.

"Hey, whose rich young master sent these flowers?"

A woman’s voice, full of sourness, carried from the doorway.

Her gaze was filled with intense animosity, her face not easy-going, a dark gleam crossing her eye as she saw the packaging of the flowers.

These were flowers from Seven-colored Palace, worth five hundred thousand for such a large bunch.

Ruan Yingtong furrowed her brows and turned to look at Liu Ruijia, who was dressed to the nines.

They had debuted as trainees together, but she had always been ahead of her, competing with her both openly and secretly.

It wasn’t her fault; it was clearly because Liu Ruijia was lackluster and blaming her for stealing her opportunities.

Initially, the company had given them equal resources, but it was Liu Ruijia who lacked acting skills and liked to stir up scandals and chase clout.

Although her name was always trending on Weibo, Liu Ruijia knew very well how those trends were generated.

Her concert was scheduled after her own, and they shared a dressing room sometimes; truly, she didn’t want to talk to her.

"These were sent by my good friend," Ruan Yingtong explained, not wanting Yun Yue to be misunderstood.

"Friend?" Liu Ruijia sat on a chair, leg propped up, showing off her exquisitely shaped body, her gaze falling on Ruan Yingtong, as she proudly straightened her back.

"A person from a poor rural area like you, where do you get such wealthy friends, or did you hook up with a sugar daddy?"

Her words were sharp and mean, her expression disgusting.

Ruan Yingtong felt a tightness in her chest, disgusted by her mean mouth.

She really wanted to slap her!

If only Yun Yue were here!

Sister Sun knew she was impulsive, worried she’d mess up her makeup by crying.

"Calm down, she’s just jealous," Sister Sun pressed on her shoulders, needing to steady this temperamental girl.

"Indeed, after all, she didn’t receive any flowers," Ruan Yingtong nodded with a smile, Sister Sun had hit the nail on the head.

Look how red her face turned.

Liu Ruijia was so enraged she stood up from the chair and shouted, "Ruan Yingtong! I’ve tolerated you for a long time!"

"I can hear you, no need to shout!" She continued scratching her ear with a dead-serious expression on her palm-sized face.

She might not have many skills, but infuriating people was definitely one of her specialties.

Liu Ruijia exhaled a breath, smiling smugly, "Don’t assume just because the company values you, you can be arrogant. The lead role in ’Molan Pavilion’ is mine!"

Ruan Yingtong frowned, her questioning gaze turned to Sister Sun, hadn’t the company promised her the role? The contract had already been prepared.

Sister Sun’s gaze shifted away.

Her little ancestor’s eyes were always big and bright, revealing innocence and helplessness; she couldn’t bear to tell her the truth.

After all, the lead female role in "Molan Pavilion" was something she had longed for.

"Her backer invested two hundred million yuan in this drama to let her play the lead female role, you can only play the supporting female role."

The waters of the entertainment industry were too deep; this little ancestor entered as clean as a sheet of paper, spotless like a fairy; initially, she really couldn’t understand why she was so naive.

Not until she had met Yun Yue, the girl who was one year older but pampered her to the core; suddenly, she understood everything.

Ruan Yingtong’s face, as small as a palm, twisted into a mess; having been in the entertainment industry for so long, how could she possibly still be clueless?

Such incidents frequently occurred in the entertainment industry; she hadn’t anticipated it would happen to her today.

Even if unwilling, she could only silently accept it.

Playing the supporting female role, well, it could also test her acting skills.

At that moment, the door to the resting room was suddenly kicked open.

A loud noise startled the three of them, all of whom turned to look at the doorway.

With hands in pockets and sleeves rolled up to her arms, her slim wrists and fair skin showing, she wore an old plaid shirt, head bowed; a duckbill cap covered most of her face, from the side view under the shadow, half of her face appeared sinister.

She exuded a fierce aura, her sharp chin lifted, eyes filled with red blood vessels, baleful and bloody, the gaze chillingly cold.

Seeing her, Sister Sun felt an instinctive shiver.

This was someone even more formidable than the little ancestor; what was she doing here?

How much of their earlier conversation had she heard?

Or had she heard everything?

Instinctively, she felt trouble brewing... Liu Ruijia was doomed.

"Yueyue, why are you here?" Ruan Yingtong’s eyes dodged; was she angry because she had overheard their conversation?

Yun Yue hooked her lip, her voice icy, her sinister eyes tinged with bloodlust, "If I’m not here, who will have your back?"

Ruan Yingtong hung her head like a child who had erred; an angry Yun Yue was terrifying, she dared not meet her eyes.

At first, Liu Ruijia was scared by Yun Yue, but after sizing her up carefully, she displayed a scornful look.

Not a single brand on her, wearing street stall clothes, the clothes even beginning to pill, probably Ruan Yingtong’s rural friend, someone not presentable at all.

She exuded a ruffian air from the countryside; what was there to be afraid of.

"It’s just two hundred million, no one can bully you," Yun Yue lifted her head, showing off features that could make anyone envious, indifferently watching the overbearing and proud Liu Ruijia.

"Looking so ugly, you shouldn’t even think of being a star; you might scare the audience to death."

Pfft.

Sister Sun laughed out loud.

Liu Ruijia was quite good-looking, but these words spoken from Yun Yue’s lips were just too satisfying.

After all, she wasn’t even half as beautiful as Yun Yue.

Yet, she couldn’t retort; the face under that cap’s brim dazzled everyone into jealousy.

Seeing Yun Yue’s face, jealousy surged in Liu Ruijia, her chest tight, her anger rising as she stood up, her fingertips trembling.

"What a big talker, do you even know what two hundred million is?" Her gaze full of disdain; being good-looking, so what? With her dress sense, she probably hadn’t even seen tens of thousands.

"I genuinely don’t know what it is," Yun Yue spoke coolly, Liu Ruijia’s sense of superiority grew stronger.

"After all, it’s not even enough to buy me a car."

Yun Yue’s voice entered her ears again, and she laughed in anger.

Her eyes fierce, sweeping over Yun Yue, clutching her diamond-studded nails, she lifted her chin and clicked her tongue: "Bluffing should at least have a draft; you don’t look like you can afford a car."

Sister Sun said nothing, her look at Liu Ruijia tinged with a trace of sympathy.

She perhaps didn’t know the kind of powerful person she was confronting.

Rich, powerful, not even the bigwigs of Beijing were in her eyes.

If she wanted to blackball and bury Liu Ruijia, she just needed to utter a word.

A boss from white turns black, crushing her like an ant would be that simple.