Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 286: Visiting

Xiao Chen heard it was actually an infighting, his fingertip’s cigarette trembled, exhaling a ring of smoke, his pitch-black eyes complex and profound.

Infighting?

The next day she slept until the sun was high in the sky, with several missed calls on her cellphone.

There were calls from Snow Wolf and the Black Alliance; she cleared them with a single tap and opened WeChat.

It was a message from Jiang Qiong, who said she had arrived in Lan City and asked her about fun places to go, suggesting Yueyue show her around.

There was also a message from Xiao Chen last night; she pressed her brow and took off her earphones, returning the call.

"Woke up?" Xiao Chen bent down as he got into the car, his long legs folding.

The girl gave a low response, pulled back the curtains, and intense light flooded in; she squinted her eyes, taking a while before adapting to the brightness.

"My mom is eager to meet you, she might invite you out today, I’ve brought you some chocolates."

Jiang Qi turned his head to look at Xiao Chen, who was only this gentle when on the phone with his little girlfriend.

However, he had inexplicably earned several billion last night and had been too excited to sleep.

Fortune comes to one who sits idly at home, he now believed in such good fortune raining from the sky.

Yun Yue’s half-closed eyes opened, her lazy brows raised slightly, "It’s perfect, I’m free anyway."

Xiao Chen’s thin lips curled slightly, "When do you plan to come to Beijing?"

Yun Yue, with eyes half-narrowed, languidly walked outside, "After I fill in my college choices."

After hanging up, she went downstairs.

Dinner was ready, she finished eating, went upstairs to change her clothes, and sent a message to Xiao Feng to pick her up.

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Jiang Qiong sat in the car, nervously observing the grand gates of the Lin Family.

The young lady seemed quite wealthy; certainly not lacking in average means.

She sat tense, even Xiao Feng could see her nervousness.

"Madam, don’t be nervous, Miss Yun is very easy to talk to."

Easy to talk to when happy, but harder to please than Master Chen when not.

"Here she comes, is that the young lady?"

Jiang Qiong watched Yun Yue walk out of the house, her legs slender, her pallor fairer than her skin, her demeanor cool and brimming with personality.

Under the brim of her baseball cap, her jawline was sharp, revealing only half of her face, which was surely the making of a beauty.

Xiao Feng stepped down to open the car door for her, respectfully saying, "Miss Yun, the lady is inside waiting for you."

Yun Yue nodded lightly with her chin and crouched to get into the car.

Jiang Qiong was hit by a wave of aloofness as Yun Yue settled in; she then took a closer look at her.

The girl’s skin was as white as snow, her profile smooth, and her lifted brows and eyes were indescribably wild, full of character.

Her comportment exuded a composed confidence, a gracefulness befitting nobility.

Jiang Qiong showed a satisfied smile, "Your name is Yun Yue, right? I am Xiao Chen’s mother; you can call me Aunt Qiong."

She knew her son’s taste wouldn’t be off; this demeanor and beauty were on par with any of the high society ladies in Beijing.

Yun Yue looked up at Jiang Qiong, the woman before her well-maintained, dignified, and graceful, friendly and approachable. Every movement carried a nobility. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

The Lady of the Xiao Family, capable of holding up such a household, was surely not just as amiable as she seemed on the surface.

"Aunt Qiong," she called out confidently, her bright black eyes landing on what appeared to be Jiang Qiong’s somewhat rigid face, the third person to look at her with this kind of gaze.

"Lady, didn’t you bring Miss Yun some chocolate?" Housekeeper Xiao’s eyes hid his astonishment—this was just too similar.

After being reminded by Housekeeper Xiao, she collected herself and then presented a gift box to Yun Yue.

"This is the chocolate I’ve brought for you, Xiao Chen said it’s your favorite," she said.

Yun Yue’s delicate eyebrows raised slightly, "Thank you."

As the car started, the two of them began to chat.

Although Yun Yue was not very talkative, she could respond to everything Jiang Qiong said, occasionally adding a few words of her own.

That afternoon, Jiang Qiong visited quite a few tourist sites in Lan City.

She looked at the photos in her hands, smiling so widely her lips could hardly close.

"Who would have thought that Yueyue’s photos would turn out so beautiful, each one is like a masterpiece."

Such pictures were not easily taken. They required not only a focus on lighting but also consideration of the angle of light, and these photos were not inferior to those taken by master photographers.

Housekeeper Xiao was also full of praise. The lady always had high standards for photos, and not even master photographers could always satisfy her, especially since those photos usually needed editing.

Little did they expect Miss Yun to have such great photography skills; she might even become a master photographer one day.

By evening, after a day full of fun activities, Xiao Feng finally drove everyone back to the city center.

"Have you been feeling any palpitations lately, Aunt Qiong?" Yun Yue asked with a casual look.

Jiang Qiong didn’t take it seriously, "I’ve had frequent illnesses before, but I had surgery over half a year ago, and the doctor said I’ve fully recovered."

She lowered her eyes and her thin lips curled into a smile that was not quite a smile, her dark, deep eyes enclosed in a chilly calm.

"Why don’t you come over to my place for dinner? It’s getting late and it will take Xiao Feng some time to cook."

Jiang Qiong readily accepted the invitation, as she had been looking for an opportunity to visit her prospective in-laws.

Yun Yue had already sent a message to Liu Lanfang to prepare the meal in advance.

Lin Xiang and Yun Zhonghai had also received her message and had left work early, now sitting on the sofa watching television.

Yun Yue glanced at the time; it was still two hours until eight o’clock.

After dropping them off outside the Lin Family’s residence, Xiao Feng and Housekeeper Xiao went back to Yunhua District to move all the gifts over to the Lin Family’s home.

Yun Yue brought Jiang Qiong inside, followed by Xiao Feng and Housekeeper Xiao who were carrying the gifts with their hands full.

Lin Xiang and Yun Zhonghai rose from the sofa upon seeing Jiang Qiong behind Yun Yue.

With a noble and elegant demeanor, tall stature, and a smile on her face, Jiang Qiong looked at Lin Xiang and Yun Zhonghai, "Hello, I am Xiao Chen’s mother. It’s my first time visiting, I hope I’m not disturbing you?"

Lin Xiang had been waiting to see who Yun Yue would bring as a guest.

Upon seeing Jiang Qiong, a touch of astonishment flashed in her eyes, "Not at all, please take a seat. I’ll go make some tea."

Jiang Qiong took a seat, and Yun Yue, sitting beside her, lounged on the sofa and lazily pointed to the fruit plate on the table, "Please help yourself to some fruit, Aunt Qiong."

Jiang Qiong politely picked up a piece with a toothpick, looking at Xiao Feng and Housekeeper Xiao who had finished moving the gifts, "These are just some tokens I’ve brought for my first visit."

Yun Zhonghai politely declined, quietly wondering when Yun Yue had met such people. Although he did not understand brands, the clothes and accessories Jiang Qiong wore were even finer than those of Lin Xiang.

To their surprise, Lin Xuanze had already walked over, not only naming the brands but also their prices.

He suddenly couldn’t say a word—did all these items together amount to ten million? Could it be an ordinary thing to bring such expensive gifts for a house visit?

"These are too precious; you should take them back," Yun Zhonghai said, afraid to accept them. Who would dare to take such expensive gifts?

Who exactly was this person?

Who would bring such expensive gifts as a housewarming present? He felt overwhelmed by the unexpected honor.

With a slight curve to her lips, Jiang Qiong insisted, "These are but modest gifts; you must accept them."