Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 426: Qiu Jun Gets Punished

Chapter 426: Chapter 426: Qiu Jun Gets Punished

The difficulty of these three courses is no small matter; attempting them concurrently does pose some challenges.

"Yeah, I can’t even handle one." Jiang Ying hung her head in dejection, especially when it came to physics and mathematics, which practically cost her half her life to learn.

Yun Yue hummed nonchalantly, "I’ve already decided. I was planning to take them simultaneously anyway."

Her accomplishments in medicine were already sufficient; she just wanted to enter D laboratory to seek the truth. As for physics and mathematics, she was confident in mastering them as well.

Jiang Ying rolled her eyes: "Be human, will you? Spare us ordinary folks a chance to live."

She already found one course difficult to manage, let alone three at the same time. Even if she gave up eating, drinking, and sleeping, she couldn’t learn them.

Jiang Qiong chuckled teasingly, "Can you even compare with her?"

Jiang Ying sighed helplessly, admitting that she indeed could not compare.

Noticing the time, Jiang Qiong said, "It’s getting late, let’s head back. I’ve got something else to do and won’t be accompanying you two to Shengting. Jiang Ying, come with me."

"Okay, then maybe Sister Yue can hang out with us when she has time." Jiang Ying’s thoughts were consumed by her idol, who was still working in the film crew and was likely to report to the set tomorrow.

"Sure." Yun Yue nodded slightly, and after they left Jing University, the group went their separate ways.

With the new semester starting, Jing University was bustling with activity. To them, it was Jing University, and groups of students roamed together.

Yun Yue’s dorm mates had all gathered, with Qu Yingying and Chen Qingqing returning to find a cake gift box on Pan Lingxin’s desk, which made them widen their eyes in surprise.

"Where did this cake come from?" Qu Yingying’s voice rose, and her eyes were wide with curiosity.

Chen Qingqing didn’t understand the excitement; it was just a cake, after all. How expensive could a cake be?

Holding her phone, the screen displayed the price of the cake. Pan Lingxin knew the brand but never imagined such a small cake could cost eighteen thousand.

Qu Yingying had already started to open the cake box, and inside the exquisite packaging laid a delicately designed cake.

Pan Lingxin was somewhat stunned too, pointing to Yun Yue’s bed, she stammered, "It was given by a roommate, as a welcome gift."

"Roommate? Welcome gift?" Qu Yingying’s voice rose even higher, her breathing quickened, and her eyes darted towards Yun Yue’s bed with a flicker of interest.

A welcome gift worth eighteen thousand was not something an average person could afford.

The very bag she held only cost ten thousand, and she treasured it immensely. Just what kind of roommate would casually give a welcome gift worth eighteen thousand?

"What’s with this cake? What’s so special about it besides the fancy packaging and being slightly more exquisite?" Chen Qingqing’s family was more modest than Pan Lingxin’s, and from her perspective, Qu Yingying seemed rich. Such an expression from her suggested there was something extraordinary about the cake.

Qu Yingying couldn’t help but roll her eyes, and proudly said, "This cake costs eighteen thousand! Eighteen thousand, get it?"

"Eighteen thousand?!" Chen Qingqing’s eyes widened in disbelief, promptly moving closer to inspect: "A small cake like this costs eighteen thousand, are you sure?"

Qu Yingying quickly took out her phone to take a picture, giving Chen Qingqing a disdainful glance, "Some people really haven’t seen the world. What’s the big deal with a cake that costs eighteen thousand?"

Chen Qingqing gave an awkward smile and also hurriedly took out her phone to take pictures. Just as Qu Yingying finished posting on her social media, she curled her lips and suggested, "Let’s start dividing the cake."

Pan Lingxin hesitated, "Maybe we should wait for Yun Yue to come back before we divide it since the cake is from her."

Qu Yingying frowned, finding the name Yun Yue somewhat familiar, but without giving it much thought, she said, "What are we waiting for? She said it’s for us, so it’s for us to eat."

A casually gifted cake worth eighteen thousand only meant she must be very wealthy. Would she even care about a few bites of cake?

"Yeah, she probably won’t be coming back," Chen Qingqing glanced at Yun Yue’s bed, which had no luggage on it. She was definitely not staying in the dormitory tonight. Her eyes were glued to the cake as she swallowed hard.

The eighteen thousand yuan cake, she wanted to taste what it felt like to eat it.

Pan Lingxin struggled internally but finally opened her mouth to speak, "Well, okay then."

"That’s right." Qu Yingying swiftly grabbed a knife to cut the cake, asking Pan Lingxin, "By the way, do you know where she’s from?"

Chen Qingqing also looked over curiously.

Pan Lingxin shook her head, "I don’t know, but it seems like her whole family is very wealthy."

She thought of the bag in Jiang Qiong’s hand, a global limited edition, only a few in the world—it was something that most people couldn’t afford or even find.

Qu Yingying lowered her gaze, a calculating smile forming at the corners of her lips.

Chen Qingqing took a small bite of the cake after getting a piece in her hands, feeling as if she were eating crisp banknotes.

Upon returning to the Shengting, Yun Yue went straight to her room and turned on her computer.

"Are you really not planning to go back to the Mo Family?"

Mo Fan was doing her nail art, wearing a V-neck dress that was very sexy. "I definitely must go back, but the time isn’t right yet."

There were some things that rightfully belonged to her she had to take back.

Yun Yue lounged lazily in her chair, legs crossed, "Suit yourself, but I think Feng Ye is interested in you."

At these words, Mo Fan’s hand trembled, the polish smudging. She calmly grabbed a piece of paper and gently wiped it clean, her brows raising, "There are plenty of people interested in me, I’m not lacking his attention."

The corners of Yun Yue’s lips slightly curled up; matters of the heart were always unpredictable, maybe she still hadn’t seen through her own heart yet.

Her index finger tapped lightly on the table, "There’s nothing much going on recently. Could you head over to Black Alliance? There’s a project that needs your personal oversight—I can’t trust anyone else with it."

"Okay." Mo Fan’s eyes briefly flashed with determination, this project indeed required her personal attention—the Black Alliance didn’t have the capability.

After hanging up, Yun Yue logged into her Golden Net account and saw nine messages from strangers. Her eyes flashed as she clicked in and realized they were from Qiu Jun, her eyelids instantly turning cold.

Her mouse clicked to close the site, and she entered a black interface. Green codes immediately started scrolling on the screen as her fingers rapidly tapped on the keyboard.

At the same time, in the garden of Rosy Castle in country M, Qiu Jun knelt on the ground, the back of his white shirt stained with a layer of red, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth.

His face was pale, the stubborn coldness obvious beneath his metal-framed glasses as he held his back straight and stared forward.

Wu Qing knelt behind him, her gaze full of worry and heartache as she looked at the crimson back before her. Her lips tightly pursed, she watched the hands on her watch slowly circle, the inner turmoil intense until the strike of midnight. Her eyes lit up, her voice slightly hoarse, "Young Master Qiu, time’s up."

Young Master Qiu’s face was cold and unmoved.

Wu Qing propped herself up with both hands, struggling to stand from the ground, her legs numb and nearly causing her to fall. She walked over slowly and bent down to support him, her hand touching a burning heat.

Her face changed, "Young Master Qiu, you have a fever."

Such high temperatures could kill a person. She said this while using the last of her strength to help him up.

"Get lost, I can stand on my own." Qiu Jun pushed her away, and she, not firmly on her feet, fell to the ground. Qiu Jun stood up, his gaze coldly sweeping over her. Wu Qing’s heart felt like it had been pricked by needles, a bitter taste in her mouth.

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