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

Ji Wenjun nodded solemnly, "Okay, I’ll listen to Yueyue, I definitely won’t do it again."

What Yueyue says, goes.

"Now I’ll take you to some delicious food," Yun Yue said, holding her hand.

Her hand was very soft and comfortable, just as she had imagined, with the only difference being that it felt even more real and warm.

After leaving the Medical Organization’s base, it had already grown dark outside. Yun Yue hailed a taxi and took her to the most famous snack street in Beijing—Gui Street.

She had heard Yingtong mention it once; her favorite was the spicy crayfish here, unfortunately, as someone who couldn’t handle spicy food, it was a treat she could not enjoy.

At Gui Street, the entire street was brightly lit and bustling with people.

Ji Wenjun’s eyes sparkled with curiosity at all the new things around her, her hands reaching out to touch and see everything.

"Wow! This place is just so fragrant, so much delicious food, Yueyue, I want this, this... and that too..."

Initially thinking she shouldn’t eat anything spicy, she bought a serving of spicy hot pot and joyfully added three spoonfuls of spice to it.

Yun Yue: "..."

It probably wasn’t genetic, her inability to eat spicy food.

She was like discovering a new world, wanting to taste everything.

Yun Yue only bought a single serving of each dish, asking the vendors to give a little less, seeing her eagerness to probably try everything on the street.

*Burp~* So full." Ji Wenjun burped, rubbing her slightly protruding belly.

She wore a vintage red dress, her brows tender and comely, her eyes brimming with an indefinable charm, with an elegant aura that, even in a street this bustling, made her appear like a celestial being descended to earth.

When she smiled, her crescent eyes made the bustling crowd behind her pale in comparison; she seemed like a figure walked straight out of a painting...

Yet such a beautiful scene was utterly destroyed by that garlicky burp, evoking a feeling of guilt in Yun Yue.

Suddenly, she spotted a large sign for crayfish, her eyes gleaming like tiny suns, tugging at Yun Yue’s hand, "Crayfish! Yueyue, I want to eat crayfish!"

Back in the castle, she had wanted it very badly, but Yaoyao had said the crayfish were unsanitary and full of bacteria, recommending only the much larger lobsters.

But she really wanted to taste these smaller crayfish and see how they were like.

Yun Yue, feeling somewhat helpless, led her into the restaurant.

Currently, the restaurant was packed, not a single table free.

Seeing Ji Wenjun’s expectant eyes, she couldn’t bear to let her down.

A server came over to greet them respectfully, "Ladies, I’m sorry, but there are no seats available. If you would like to eat, you’ll need to take a number and queue here."

"Do you have private rooms?" Yun Yue glanced around, seeing no free spots, but knowing that establishments in Beijing often had private rooms.

"They’re all full too," the server replied respectfully. He had worked in the restaurant for years and recognized several daughters from wealthy families.

Although the lady in the red dress wore a somewhat out-of-place duckbill hat, it did not hide her noble and elegant demeanor.

As for the woman with the high ponytail, her expression was regal and distant, her stunningly refined features enrapturing and enviable, hard not to draw attention.

Both displayed an exceptional demeanor; many high-society ladies from Beijing visited their restaurant daily to eat crayfish, but none as beautiful as the two before him.

"Beauty, we have two empty seats left, if you don’t mind, you could share a table with us."

"Go away, your table is too small, ours is better, and the table is bigger."

Several people had already begun to express their interest in Yun Yue, given that these two individuals were exceptionally good-looking.

The waiter was used to it by now; sharing tables in their restaurant was a common occurrence.

"Waiter, clean up private room number one," Duan Qinnian, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, descended from the second floor.

When he saw Yun Yue at the cashier, he blinked in disbelief, "Miss Yun?"

He called out uncertainly.

Yun Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, having no recollection of him, and nodded politely, "And you are?"

"I’m Jiang Qi’s classmate, we met last time at Tianxi," Duan Qinnian said with a smile.

He wasn’t annoyed that Yun Yue did not recognize him.

After all, they had only met once, so it was normal for her not to remember him.

The reason he could recognize her at a glance, aside from her being Master Chen’s woman, a disciple of the President of the Painting Association, the Vice-President of the Calligraphy Association, and now the legitimate granddaughter of the Ji family, was that any of these identities were too exalted for him to aspire to.

Yun Yue nodded slightly.

"Miss Yun, are you here to eat crawfish too? If you don’t mind, you could join my table. I’ve booked a private room, it’s quieter, and everyone there is my friend," Duan Qinnian continued with a smile.

"The crawfish in this restaurant is unmatched, and there’s usually a long wait at this hour."

Confronted with Ji Wenjun’s expectant eyes, Yun Yue had no choice but to ask, "Would it disturb you guys?"

"Not at all. They’re all my university classmates. It honors me if Miss Yun could join us," Duan Qinnian replied with a smile.

It would also be good to make a favorable impression in front of her.

For the Duan family to make progress in Beijing, they needed connections, and Yun Yue was at the very heart of Beijing’s social circles, with even more connections than Jiang Qi.

"Thank you then," Yun Yue said, and Duan Qinnian led the way.

Seeing Yun Yue follow Duan Qinnian, everyone else reluctantly abandoned their hopes.

Those who could enter the private room were surely more influential than they were.

The waiter, observant as ever, knew Mr. Duan was a VIP member here, reportedly connected to the young Jiang from that circle, and sometimes even the Crown Prince made an appearance. Those invited with such polite insistence by him must be of distinguished status.

Inside the private room, a group of young people were enjoying their meal, clinking glasses, and looked up as the door opened.

"Qinnian, how did you manage to bring back two beautiful ladies just by stepping out for a moment?"

Led by Duan Qinnian, "Came across an acquaintance. They had nowhere to sit downstairs so I invited them to join us. You guys don’t mind, right?"

"Not at all, your friends are our friends. Besides, it’s our honor to sit at the same table with two beautiful women."

A rather handsome young man spoke.

They were all Duan Qinnian’s college friends, from ordinary backgrounds. Although they were graduates of prestigious universities, in a place like Beijing, where high educational qualifications were the norm, it was impossible to get by without some financial backing and connections.

When Duan Qinnian decided to start his own company, they didn’t think twice before joining him, investing money and effort. Leveraging the Duan family’s connections and capital, their company had achieved modest success.

This group of brothers often gathered here for meals.

Duan Qinnian spoke meaningfully, "You guys better behave and not talk nonsense, Miss Yun is an esteemed guest."

The few sobered up quite a bit.

"Could it be, is she..."