Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 68: Forcibly cramming in a cell phone

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Forcibly cramming in a cell phone

Lin Xuanze got out of the car with a dark expression, then opened the car door for Yun Yue, forcing a smile with gritted teeth, "Sister, get in."

Sister... Sister...?

What’s going on?

How did the boss become Lin Xuanze’s sister?

Did he climb the relationship ladder too quickly?

They were only classmates with the boss, and he suddenly jumped from alumni to brother?

Did they agree to this?

Yun Yue raised her eyebrows and looked at him, a smirk curling on her lips. She greeted her classmates from class seven, then got in the car.

Even after the car had disappeared from their sight, they still hadn’t figured out what had just happened.

How did the boss become Lin Xuanze’s sister?

That lucky bastard got off way too cheap!

So, the class seven gaming group exploded.

...

"In a few days, there’ll be a parent-teacher conference. I’ll go to Yueyue’s, and Lin Xuanze, you go find your dad."

Lin Xuanze, with a hint of sourness, looked at Yun Yue, who was playing with her phone, and said with a smile, "Then you better brace yourself, don’t get scared to death."

Lin Xiang: "..."

She suddenly had a bad premonition.

**

Lan City Suburb, in a grove of trees.

They had been entangled by this group of people for a day. Luckily they were prepared, otherwise they would have been shot into a hornet’s nest by now.

"Master Chen, these people are too damned persistent!"

Fu Ye’s white shirt was already stained with dirt and blood, the cold glint of bullets flying past them.

"Xiao Feng, are you holding up?" He looked over to Xiao Feng, who was taking cover under a tree not far away. In the moonlight, he could clearly see him clutching his abdomen, blood continuously flowing out.

"Don’t worry, I’m not going to die." Xiao Feng, ignoring the wounds on his body, raised his gun and fired wildly at the enemy, taking one down.

"Still pretty lively," Fu Ye said with a smirk, his blue sapphire earring casting a sinister gleam.

After Xiao Chen took down a few enemies with his gun, his profound face cold and severe, his black eyes intense like a hawk’s, said, "There are too many of them. Don’t go head-to-head, let’s get out of here first."

"Fine, these guys came prepared. If I find out who sent them, I swear I’ll kill them!" Fu Ye, putting his gun away, ran over to help Xiao Feng, glancing at Xiao Chen, "Master Chen, I’m afraid you’ll have to cover our retreat."

Xiao Chen didn’t say a word, his hands holding his gun, his eyes unnervingly calm as bullets whizzed by, not even blinking.

The two made it to the road and Fu Ye opened the car door when the sound of a police siren reached their ears, followed by a beam of light shining directly in his face.

He shielded his eyes with his hand, which might have been smeared with Xiao Feng’s blood, now drenched red.

"Mr. Feng, where’s Master Chen?"

The lights went out, and Fu Pan, in full gear, approached with a concerned look, his gaze falling on the blood-covered Xiao Feng in the back seat and flashed a momentary concern.

"About time you showed up. Master Chen is over there. Those guys, I have to butcher them," Fu Ye said with a fierce look on his handsome face.

He took his gun and walked back, but noticed the gunfire had stopped. Xiao Chen emerged from the woods, radiating a bone-chilling coldness, his deep black eyes unfathomable, his presence terrifying.

"The gang took off when they saw the police coming," he said, his Adam’s apple moving, his voice low.

"I’ll leave those bodies over there to you. I need to take Xiao Feng to get his wounds treated first."

He walked away with a noble and elegant stride, and even in such circumstances, his aristocratic demeanor was undiminished.

Fu Pan nodded slightly, "I got it, I’ll let you know the results of the investigation later."

This group was brazen enough to shoot people in Lan City; they were not short on guts.

It had been a long time since anyone dared lay a hand on Master Chen. Who knew which reckless soul it was this time?

"Luckily, this car has been modified with bulletproof capabilities. Otherwise, we’d be riddled with holes," Feng Ye sat in the driver’s seat.

"Head to the hospital," Xiao Chen called from the back seat, closing his eyes to recuperate, with his hands clasped over his abdomen, his sharply defined profile emanating a chill.

Feng Ye’s eyes widened, "Master Chen, with Xiao Feng’s gunshot wound, the hospital will call the police."

Soon enough, instead of getting treated, they would be coming to arrest you.

"Just go."

Feng Ye, picking up on the impatience in the man’s voice, wisely shut his mouth.

Yun Yue had just returned home when she received a call from Xiao Bai, saying that there was a gun battle in the small woods of the Lan City Suburb, causing quite a commotion and drawing the criminal police there.

She was indifferent to the news, casually chatted for a bit, and then hung up. As long as it wasn’t their people involved, it didn’t matter to her who died.

After showering, she began organizing data for Class 7, but her phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Without checking, she knew Class 7 must be gossiping; she simply put her phone on silent.

But then the vibrations continued. Annoyed, she glanced at it and her gaze softened instantly upon seeing it was Ruan Yingtong calling.

"Yueyue, is it true that you helped me get the lead role in ’Molan Pavilion’?"

The soft and adorable voice entering Yun Yue’s ears cooled her irritation considerably.

"I only told Elder Jiang you were in Beijing working in the entertainment industry. As for ’Molan Pavilion,’ I merely mentioned it to him," Yun Yue leaned back in her chair, casually resting her long legs on the table.

"The waters of the entertainment industry are deep, and I know you want to rely on your own talent, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you be bullied by anyone. My people only do the bullying. With Elder Jiang supporting you, I believe you’ll have a smooth journey ahead and no one will dare trouble you."

"Besides, I’m just backing you up. If you want to become a leading star, you’ll need to impress with your work. I hope you won’t disappoint me."

Yun Yue’s voice carried a bit of sternness.

"Mhm, I understand. I’ve already signed the contract for ’Molan Pavilion,’ and I’ll definitely work hard." Ruan Yingtong was earnest, determined to rise to the top and let all her fans recognize Yueyue.

After chatting a bit more, Ruan Yingtong reluctantly hung up as it was time for her to sleep.

Yun Yue looked at the phone and smiled subtly at the corner of her lips before returning to her desk to work on the documents.

A knock sounded at the door.

She stopped her work to answer it and, seeing Lin Xuanze, she raised her eyebrows in mild surprise.

"Xuan Ze at my door? How peculiar."

"What is it?" she asked, leaning against the door.

Lin Xuanze glanced inside, his gaze landing on her old and hefty laptop. He pursed his lips. "Maybe you should consider changing that computer, and your phone, too."

"It’s a new era; that phone looks like a brick, and your computer seems pretty outdated. I don’t even recognize the brand."

"No need, I’m quite comfortable with what I have."

Lin Xuanze’s hand, which had been hidden behind his back, paused; his face darkened slightly as he handed something to her: "Don’t be stubborn. Although you damaged my phone last time, I’m generous enough to not hold a grudge. I bought a new phone and there was a promotion at the store: buy one, get one free. This one’s for you."

He didn’t wait for her to refuse and proudly turned around to leave.

Mr. Feng always had his way with giving gifts.

Yun Yue was somewhat taken aback as she looked at the box forcibly handed to her. It was the latest model phone, quite impressive.

A promotion for buy one, get one free with this brand?

She watched Lin Xuanze’s proud departure and reluctantly accepted the gift.

This phone wasn’t even half as good as her old brick of a phone.

Garbage.

Forget using it for anything else; it would overheat just playing a game.

After closing the door, she returned to her computer to resume organizing her notes.