Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!

"And what about you?" Yang Li was somewhat nervous, as though she feared being left behind.

Xiao Yisha replied, "I have to stay at the Medical Organization research institute every day, and I don’t feel at ease with you alone at home."

"Fine, I’ll go back," Yang Li took a deep breath. Everyone was waiting to mock her, so the Xiao Family was the only place she could find refuge.

After they left, Jiang Qiong remained seated, her body stiff and unmoving, surrounded by a deep, silent sorrow.

Mrs. Xu approached and was startled to see Madam in such a despondent mood, something rarely seen, even during the times when the Family Head was in trouble. What could have the second wife said to Madam?

She stood there for two minutes, watching her dab the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, her heart aching with pity.

She quietly left the original courtyard and walked to a deserted corner, pulling out her phone to her ear.

"Young Master Xiao, I just saw Madam crying... The second madam and the second young miss had come over, I don’t know what they said... Madam seemed so forlorn and sad, I’ve never seen her so downcast before."

Mrs. Xu was telling the truth; she was a relative of Jiang Qiong’s from her maternal family, had watched her grow up, and had followed her after she got married to take care of her. Even when the Family Head had trouble back then, she had never seen her this emotional.

Mrs. Xu said worriedly, "Madam has made plans with Madam Feng to go shopping and to the beauty salon tonight, but she has no one to talk to by her side, I’m afraid these few days..."

"Okay, I got it. I’ll have Jiang Ying accompany her," Xiao Chen leaned against the wall corner, his eyebrows and eyes drooped, his voice bone-chillingly cold.

The dim light fell on his profound facial features, his jawline was tightly drawn, and his face was calm as water, emitting a cold aura.

He found Jiang Ying’s number and called her, his voice low and deep, "Your aunt has been unhappy lately, keep her company."

"Okay." Jiang Ying, usually a joker, agreed quickly. She sensed something was off in his voice, and recalling the events at the Xiao Family that had stirred up Beijing, she had some inkling as to why.

But it was rare to see her aunt upset! Could some little brat have touched upon a sore spot?!

After hanging up, he stood in the corner and smoked two cigarettes, the thick smoke swirling around him, a tinge of blood in the depths of his eyes.

Feng Ye sat in front of his computer, logging into the Hacker Alliance’s official website, staring at the pitifully few points, revealing a pained expression: "Ahhhh! When I get rich, I’m going to buy both the Black Alliance and Golden Net!"

Damn it!

What kind of stupid membership system is this!

To exchange for something, I need to do all sorts of missions, scraping together just this little bit of points!

Xiao Feng poked his head out from the kitchen, looking at him with disdain, "What are you howling about in broad daylight?!"

"Besides, even if you had the money, you couldn’t buy these two websites."

"..."

It’s almost six in the evening now, the sun is nearly down, and you’re telling me it’s broad daylight?

Feng Ye glared at him. Couldn’t he make an angry remark?!

Unreasonably, he stretched out his hand like a spoiled wife demanding money: "How many points do you have on Hacker Alliance and Golden Net? Give me some."

The points from these two websites were transferable, and he didn’t know who had designed such an awesome system, but no other sites allowed it; only these two did.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng immediately changed his expression, retracting his head and coldly refused, "I don’t have any."

Points from Black Alliance and Golden Net were so precious. He had to spend hours every day logging onto the sites and doing missions just to accumulate so few points; there was no way he was just giving them away!

"You’re so stingy?!" Feng Ye’s eyes widened, "I’ll pay you back, won’t I?!"

Holding a spatula, his face expressionless, he turned the food in the pan. "No, you can borrow money if you have it, but not points!"

He had a few bucks, but points were scarcer than money, so how could he possibly lend them to him?!

He quickly stir-fried the vegetables in the pan, then divided it into two portions, one for them and one for Yun Yue. After he finished, he glanced at the clock, took off his apron, and walked out holding the bag.

Feng Ye had been doing tasks all day and was famished. Seeing the meal ready, he immediately walked to the dining table, his eyes wide staring at the three dishes - one meat, one vegetarian, and one soup, their nutritional balance impeccable.

"Just these three dishes?"

He remembered buying a lot of meat and busying himself in the kitchen all afternoon. Was this all there was to show for it?

"Just these three dishes. We’re short on time, so it’s just for you and Master Chen to eat. I’ll go deliver Miss Yun’s meal now." With that, he closed the door with a "thud," leaving Feng Ye’s words barricaded inside. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Master Chen?" Feng Ye subconsciously looked towards the man wrapped in a chill on the balcony.

Just serve Master Chen these dishes, Xiao Feng, your guts have grown.

Xiao Chen extinguished his cigarette, brushed off the ashes from his body, and with his tall frame, stepped into the dining room, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"Eat, we have business to attend to afterwards."

Seeing that he didn’t seem to mind the meager meal, Feng Ye stood frozen in place...

He spaced out for a moment, and the large plate of meat was already gone...

No meat, no joy.

He withdrew his previous thoughts. Had he known life would be like this, he shouldn’t have let Xiao Feng come along and become a mere kid’s chef for nothing.

He didn’t have to cook. He could eat out every day.

"Holy shit, Master Chen, leave some for me." He moved quickly, not knowing where the courage came from, and snatched the remaining meat directly from the jaws of death.

Xiao Chen glanced at him, scooped up a few spoonfuls of soup, drank them down, and after finishing, set down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with grace before picking up his phone and heading for the restroom.

"You have two minutes."

Feng Ye: "..."

He might as well choke to death.

But he hastily scooped two mouthfuls of soup mixed with rice and shoved them into his mouth, chewing a few times before swallowing.

After scrapping the last bite of rice from the bowl, he felt a sense of relief as he set down his chopsticks, struggling to swallow the last mouthful. Luckily there was soup; otherwise, he would’ve been the first person to choke to death on rice.

Xiao Chen emerged from the restroom just in time. He’d washed his face, with droplets still clinging to it, his forehead hairs slightly damp, and as the drops slid down his jawline—clearer than any life plan—they landed on the seductive Adam’s apple, tempting as honey.

Feng Ye wiped his mouth and uncontrollably let out a satisfied belch, "Where to?"

Xiao Chen put on his suit jacket and responded, "To see Wei Guohang."

Hearing this, Feng Ye showed a puzzled expression. What’s he going to do with him?

...

It was off-work time at Wei Guohang’s, but he almost always stayed busy until eight or nine before heading home. The pair headed straight to the mayor’s office.

Assistant Zhang didn’t recognize them, but their authoritative presence was undeniable, not that of ordinary people, and he couldn’t stop them as they barged into the office.

He looked somewhat apologetically at Wei Guohang: "Mr. Mayor, I couldn’t stop these two..."

Wei Guohang met Xiao Chen’s unfathomably deep, black-as-ink cold eyes and quickly averted his gaze.

Assistant Zhang discreetly closed the door, guessing at the identity of the two men.

Xiao Chen and his companion found seats on the sofa quite naturally, legs crossed, exuding a daunting presence.

Wei Guohang personally poured tea for the two and sat across from them, his face serious: "Young Master Xiao, what business do you have with me?"

With tensions high, the sudden visit from Xiao Chen probably gave him an idea of why he came.

"I have some questions for you." Xiao Chen exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice slightly hoarse as he began, "When did you get to know Yun Yue?"