Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 332: Want to See Your Boss

Yun Yue had spent the entire morning observing those paintings, losing track of time until the ringtone of her phone alerted her that it was already one in the afternoon.

"Time to eat?" Xiao Chen, carrying an insulated lunch box, walked towards the exit.

Yun Yue stood and walked to the window, the sunlight glaring. Squinting her eyes, she spoke softly, "Not yet."

Feng Ye looked at the table where most of the dishes had been eaten: "..."

Xiao Feng emerged from the kitchen with a plate of peanuts and a bottle of liquor, glancing at the person resting their chin in their hand with a gloomy face, "Want some?"

"Fill it up." His mood brightened at the prospect.

It was unclear what terms Master Chen had negotiated with Elder Ji for the Ji Family to agree so readily to the dissolution of the engagement between the two families.

He stepped into the elevator with his long legs. Dressed in a black shirt with three buttons undone, revealing a sexy Adam’s apple, the sleeves rolled up a few times, his wrists strong and forceful, his voice low and magnetic, "Then wait for me, I’ll bring you lunch, ten minutes."

Yun Yue pulled out a lollipop from her pocket, tore off the wrapper, and put it in her mouth. Hearing the beep on the phone, her brows arched slightly, "There’s no rush."

Xiao Chen hung up the phone and stepped out of the elevator, bending to get into his car, placing the carry bag securely on the passenger seat, and then drove off quickly, disappearing from the spot.

On the road, everyone gave way to his car, and the traffic lights seemed to recognize his vehicle, reducing from a 30-second red light to just 10 seconds.

When the green light came on, his face expressionless, he floored the gas pedal and zoomed away.

Another car barely managed to avoid a collision, its driver gasping for air as the other vehicle vanished from sight, indicating how fast it must have gone. Shaken, he pulled over, rolled down the window, and cursed out loud.

"F***, who in the hell drives like a maniac on the main roads of Beijing?"

"Bro, you must be new to Beijing. That car isn’t just expensive, that aside, the person driving it... is that guy, and nobody wants to mess with him." A young man nearby was relieved he had parked his car early; had he collided with that one, no amount of compensation would have covered the damages.

The car owner’s eyes widened, taking in a sharp breath with a lingering sense of fear.

So he was the one people didn’t dare provoke.

Lucky he had been quick to dodge.

"Bro, thanks for the heads-up."

"Hey, no problem." The young man smiled. When he first came to Beijing, he didn’t understand anything either and was able to rise to his current position only thanks to kind people. He might not be able to reach that inner circle, but even observing from a distance felt quite good.

Nine minutes later, there was a knock on Jiang Wenshan’s office door, which she walked over to open, immediately greeted by the familiar scent of tobacco. The man’s jaw was tight, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he spoke. novelbuddy.cσ๓

"Let’s have lunch." He stepped in with his long legs, his gaze briefly flicked to the ancient painting on the desk.

She closed the door behind her, chuckling softly, "Just put it on the desk, I can’t be bothered to clear that side right now."

She hadn’t finished observing the paintings over there, and once they were put away, she’d lose the feeling she had.

Had he driven through green lights all the way here?

The lunch box had six layers, each filled with food, and he took them out one by one, neatly arranging them on the table.

Having just had a lollipop to tide her over, the smell of the dishes now made her stomach hungry again.

"Where’s Jiang Qi?" she asked curiously while eating.

Xiao Chen looked down at her, his eyes fraught with danger, "He sent me a message this morning and went back to work."

Yun Yue raised her delicate brows, no wonder that old man had been gone for so long and hadn’t returned.

"By the way, do you have time the day after tomorrow?" she propped her left hand on the table, her lips curling slightly as she looked at the dissatisfied man.

Xiao Chen’s expression relaxed mildly, "Is there something?"

Yun Yue’s eyebrows flickered with a hint of mischief, "Golden Net has moved to Beijing, and we’re opening the day after tomorrow. Will you give us some face?"

Xiao Chen’s eyes half-closed, he leaned back against the couch, "Will your boss be there?"

Yun Yue glanced over nonchalantly, stuffing a piece of meat into her mouth, her tone carried a hint of indifferent insolence, "Why, do you want to meet our boss?"

Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow, "Just curious what she looks like."

Yun Yue’s eyes gradually darkened, like black ink shimmering with gloss. She lowered her eyelids, the corners of her eyes wrapping a cunning smile, "Our boss doesn’t meet just anyone."

Xiao Chen: "Not even me?"

"You?" Yun Yue paused, her delicate eyebrows arching lightly, cheerfully responding, "How could I guess what the boss is thinking?"

Xiao Chen looked up at her, his eyes deep and dark as bottomless pools.

After dinner, Xiao Chen cleaned up the table and, without further disturbing her studies, he told her to rest if she felt tired and then left.

As soon as he left, the assistant came in, slightly embarrassed, "I’m sorry, Miss Yun, I was busy at noon and forgot to arrange lunch for you. I brought lunch over only to find that Young Master Xiao had already delivered it."

"It’s okay, has the teacher not come back yet?" Yun Yue looked at him.

The assistant shook his head; how could he possibly be back so soon? But the President of the Painting Association was always robust, though vexed, his body could withstand it. It’s Young Master Jiang that should be worried about.

Though Jiang Wenshan was angry, with Song Leqin around, he had already been soothed into high spirits, putting the incident out of his mind.

Yun Yue nodded slightly and continued to study the paintings until the sun set, and she went to Shangyuan Garden.

While waiting for the elevator, she ran into Shen Xuan and Shen Lin.

Shen Xuan’s face tensed instantly, wishing she could turn around and leave.

She had thought that after graduation, they would never meet again, but in just a month, she had transformed into the President of the Painting Association’s apprentice.

Suddenly, she felt like an insignificant clown.

She remembered when she first came to Lan City, she was a poor student who consistently failed exams, without a single redeeming quality apart from her looks.

In contrast, she was celebrated, a person who could become the vice president of the Piano Association.

Yet now, she had become the apprentice of the President of the Painting Association, while she was only the apprentice to the vice president of the Piano Association.

A single word difference, yet worlds apart.

"Xuanxuan, isn’t this the poor performer you told me about, the one with a history of poor grades and misbehavior?"

Months without seeing her, Shen Lin had forgotten the past issues, only remembering how Shen Xuan had been badmouthing her lately.

She even showed her photos, which probably due to the angle made her look a bit ugly in pictures, but in person, she was genuinely beautiful – a face like a vixen’s that incited dislike at first glance, and she recognized her immediately.

Originally, the three of them were just standing together waiting for the elevator, and already feeling exceedingly awkward, Shen Xuan now wanted to find a hole to crawl into upon hearing Shen Lin’s words.

Was her aunt foolish? It’s one thing to talk behind someone’s back, but now, to say it in front of the person herself, and so loudly – did she think Yun Yue was deaf?

Just yesterday at the mentorship banquet, Shen Lin had no right to attend. Otherwise, she certainly wouldn’t say such foolish things today. As the elevator doors opened, she immediately pulled Shen Lin in and hurriedly pressed the close button.

Out of nowhere, a delicate white hand suddenly blocked the door, prompting it to reopen automatically. Yun Yue tapped her cap, revealing cold black eyes that swept over the two of them with a predatory gaze.