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

"I know, I gave them to Lady Mo, but..." she was confident and flamboyant, her gestures bewitching as she effortlessly tore the pair of treasure boots of the store, tossing them in front of Mo Lingwei, "Trash people deserve trash shoes—here, they’re yours."

She never cared much for the things she wanted; once she had used them, she wouldn’t mind destroying them either.

Mo Fan always did as she pleased; if she liked what she saw, they were friends, but if not, they were like Mo Lingwei.

Mu Yike stared at the shoes on the ground, those shoes cost a hundred thousand!

She had actually just destroyed them!

The key issue was that these shoes were limited edition, size 36, the only pair, and Mo Lingwei had reserved them for ages, buying them to wear at the Ji Family Patriarch’s birthday banquet in September; she just destroyed them on a whim!

Her heart leapt with joy, "Mr. Feng, did you see that? This woman is so arrogantly pampered and wasteful, you saw how whimsical she is, and she even dared to insult Lingwei—can you tolerate it?!"

In Mu Yike’s view, there must have been some misunderstanding between the two, just like the domineering CEO and the heroine in novels.

Mr. Feng must have been trying to make Lingwei jealous!

After all, he had been fawning over Lingwei for so many years; how could he suddenly turn his back on her?

Feng Ye was amused to anger by Mu Yike’s words, his gaze toward Mo Lingwei as cold as if she were a stranger, "Didn’t you tell her?"

Mo Lingwei stiffened, her face turning somewhat ugly, wondering what unspoken difficulties Mu Yike had for her.

The store manager understood the situation as clearly as a mirror and quickly stepped in to smooth things over, "Ladies, the gentleman here just spoke, and our store will not be serving customers today, we’re very sorry, please pardon us."

The Beijing social circle is so small, and there was only one person called Mr. Feng—who has always liked Mo Lingwei; the whole of Beijing knew it.

She couldn’t quite understand the situation among these three, nor did she want to think about it more; she just needed to sell her goods.

Mo Lingwei staying here would only lead to more humiliation; in terms of appearance, tactics, and temperament, she was far inferior to the woman beside Feng Ye.

Mo Fan glanced at Feng Ye, half smiling, with his arms crossed, "Have you been taking the wrong medication recently? Why are you treating her like this?"

"No jealousy pills, just suddenly got my sight back," Feng Ye replied calmly, his gaze unfathomable.

"Well, congratulations then, I thought you were going to be blind forever."

Her words were always sharp; Feng Ye found himself at a loss for words and didn’t argue with her, pointing at the shoes in the store, "Still trying them?"

"I’ve bought them, of course, I’m going to try them," Mo Fan said unceremoniously, as salespeople in the store queued up to help her try pairs of shoes one after the other.

After trying them, Feng Ye gave an address, instructing that they be packaged and sent directly there.

He then continued to browse the stores with Mo Fan; he had thought she wanted to go back, but to his surprise, she entered one store after another, wearing ten-centimeter high heels without showing any signs of tiredness, nearly exhausting him in the process.

He finally understood what her "oh" meant earlier, and swore that if he ever went shopping with her again, he was a dog!

This woman shopped as if she had never bought anything before, almost as if she was about to buy the entire mall.

**

Medical Organization base.

The original treatment plan and medication prepared for Uncle Xiao were no longer usable; instead, they stuck with daily acupuncture, but added a detox process.

She still didn’t trust the people from the Medical Organization, so she had Fei Canqing stay by his side throughout the whole process, excluding even Qin Shanglin from entering.

She also had cameras installed in the patient room; she wanted to see who would try to harm him secretly.

After finishing her acupuncture session, she locked herself in the laboratory to research the antidote, as Uncle Xiao had been poisoned for too long. They could only start by using acupuncture to expel some of the toxins, then slowly work on the antidote.

This routine continued until a week before the semester started. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

During that month, she spent almost every day at the Medical Organization base, and Xiao Chen drove her there and back each day without ever asking questions.

Finally, there was new progress with the antidote, and the toxins in Uncle Xiao’s body were gradually decreasing. He should be able to wake up within a month.

Everything was developing in a positive direction.

As the semester approached, new faces began to appear in Beijing, young men and women with remnants of youthful naivety, showing longing expressions toward the bustling and dazzling city.

Today, Yun Yue unusually skipped her trip to the city hospital and sat in front of her desk, video-calling Snow Wolf.

"How is Lin Xuanze’s training going? That kid is still alive, right?"

She had been so busy lately that she had almost forgotten about him.

"He’s alive. The boy is a promising talent. He has already gone to the final assessment; we’ll know the result the day after tomorrow." Snow Wolf rarely praised anyone, so Yun Yue knew his performance must be quite good.

The Golden Net’s final assessment lasted three days, during which anything could happen—starvation, exhaustion, dehydration—all possibilities were there, but hopefully, he would successfully reach the endpoint.

Just after hanging up, a call came in from an unknown Beijing number.

She waited a few seconds before answering, "Is this Yun Yue speaking? This is Jing University President Ding Mingjiu. I wanted to ask you, which department are you considering for the start of the semester? Physics or Mathematics?"

President Ding Mingjiu glanced at the two old men in front of him, who were staring at his phone like monsters eyeing the flesh of Tang Sanzang.

The semester was about to start, and Yun Yue had left the department section blank on her form. Not only her, but Lin Xuanze, Gu Yue, and Ruan Yingtong had also left theirs blank; these five certainly had a way with being elusive.

An entire summer vacation passed without them answering any phone calls; who knew where they had gone.

It was understandable for Ruan Yingtong, being a big star busy shooting movies, but what about Yun Yue and the other two?

So far, they had only managed to get through to Yun Yue, with both Gu Yue and Lin Xuanze being unreachable as if they had vanished from the face of the earth; their phones were always turned off.

Yun Yue raised an eyebrow, tilted her chair back thirty degrees, and casually crossed her legs, "None of those, I choose the Medical Department."

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, and the two deans panicked, rushing forward to snatch President Ding’s phone.

"Good day, Yun Yue. I am the dean of Jing University’s Physics Department... I am the dean of Jing University’s Mathematics Department... Listen to me... Hear me out..."

The two of them were nearly at each other’s throats over the phone.

Yun Yue: "..."

She hung up the phone, annoyed, finally finding some peace.

President Ding calmly watched the two fighting over the phone and helplessly stretched out his hand, "There, it’s settled now; no use fighting, she’s not choosing either department."

Every year, the two would fight fiercely, always ending up in his office, giving him a headache. He had managed to escape for over a month, and just as he returned, they caught him again demanding students.

"President, you really should try to persuade her! What’s so good about the Medical Department? Someone like her should be in our Mathematics Department."

"Go away, what’s so good about your Mathematics Department? Our Physics Department is much better!"

President Ding: "..."

"I have no choice, the decision is up to you to get her to Choi’s Jing University. As long as she chooses a department, it will be a contribution to Jing University, and I’m not picking sides." This time, President Ding was smarter, understanding that whichever department she chose, it would still benefit Jing University, so he stayed neutral.