Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 282: Let Them Investigate

Lin Xiang stood frozen in place for a long while, not snapping back to reality until the manager had wrapped up the box and handed it to her.

Yun Yue stood up, stepped forward, and took the boutique bag, her eyebrows and eyes slightly furrowed, "Aunt Xiang, let’s go."

Lin Xuanze was still the one carrying the bags, and Lin Xiang followed Yun Yue, somewhat confused.

Hongsheng Bank’s Black Card.

Twelve million just like that. It seemed this stepdaughter of hers was quite impressive.

She even began to doubt if Yun Yue was Yun Zhonghai’s biological child.

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"Yueyue, are your arm scars really completely gone?" He Minzhen was a bit shocked. Could such a big wound really leave no scars at all?

It was unbelievable.

She had already arranged for a plastic surgeon from abroad, just waiting for her agreement to let the doctor come over.

Who knew she would say everything was healed, without any scars left?

"All healed," Yun Yue, half-squinting her eyes, lay casually on the sofa, texting on her phone.

Xiao Chen had sent her a message saying his mother would come to Lan City tomorrow.

Her eyes half-closed, she shifted to a more comfortable position and continued lounging on the sofa. "Your mom?"

Xiao Chen’s thin lips curved slightly upward, his black shirt exuding a forbidding aura, his neck porcelain white and jawline smooth, with a touch of a dissolute scholar.

"It could be said to be your mom too."

Yun Yue’s delicate brows lifted, "Wait until you have the capability to marry me, then we’ll talk."

Xiao Chen’s gaze, dark and deep, lingered on the text she sent, his fingertips gently stroking.

Marry her?

Not far off.

"She can’t wait to meet you; she has asked me for your WeChat several times."

The previous times he was busy and he forgot about it, not daring to give his mom her WeChat without her permission for fear of upsetting her.

Yun Yue’s cool fingertips paused slightly, pondering whether to give him face, when she saw a message from him.

"She says she’s prepared a large red envelope for you," Xiao Chen’s lip curled.

His mom had bought a bunch of jewelry girls tended to like, but he suggested a large red envelope would be more substantial, considering she didn’t wear such things.

"Okay," Xiao Chen’s dark eyes glittered with amusement, his glance flickering to the woman sitting primly on the sofa, teasingly said, "Agreed, but the red envelope should be large."

Jiang Qiong glared at him, "Just a red envelope, isn’t that a bit shabby?"

"Not at all, it’s only shabby to not give a red envelope."

True to the Golden Net people, they all liked substantial things.

Jiang Qiong, half-believing, opened WeChat and added the contact he had shared.

The other party accepted immediately, and she nervously didn’t know what to send.

Xiao Chen’s lips barely moved, "Right, also bring those five boxes of chocolates; she likes sweets and is allergic to spicy food."

Jiang Qiong had just sent a cute emoticon that Jiang Ying had saved for her.

Allergic to spicy?

How could it be the same as Wen Jun’s taste; could there be anyone else in this world allergic to chili?

She shelved her thoughts, then was replaced by nervousness.

The young girl was as aloof as her son, answering questions in a concise manner.

In a flurry, she sent a red envelope, then realized that a single red envelope could only send 200 yuan, and sending one by one was too troublesome, so she transferred a large sum directly.

The recipient accepted the red envelope very quickly and sent back a smiling emoticon. Jiang Qiong was a bit flattered.

Is that settled then?

Little girls are so easy to placate, it seems Xiao Chen hadn’t lied to her.

She had already packed her things and couldn’t wait to meet her.

Yun Yue’s delicate eyebrows lowered, seemingly surprised that Jiang Qiong had given such a generous red envelope before even meeting.

The next day, Housekeeper Xiao loaded the car with large and small bags; Jiang Qiong was eager to bring all the good things to Lan City.

"Madam, Mr. Ji has returned."

Jiang Qiong was already mentally in Lan City, "Let him return then. I’m going on a long trip, and if anyone asks, say I’m out traveling. If anything comes up, contact Xiao Chen."

"Understood, madam," the assistant nodded quietly.

After getting into the car, Jiang Qiong asked her card-playing friends for updates.

Old Master Ji had returned but hadn’t mentioned the marriage contract issue. Dragging this out wasn’t a solution; in the end, they wanted to dissolve the marriage contract. If mishandled, it could cause unpleasantness between both families.

She rubbed her temples lightly; this matter was indeed bothersome.

Housekeeper Xiao turned around, "Madam, with the young master at home, you needn’t worry."

Jiang Qiong raised her eyebrows, impatient even with Xiao Chen; this was hardly her concern.

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"How do you see this matter?" Wu Yi couldn’t figure out her stance.

She must be short on money recently.

A bullet so valuable, especially since she also bought a batch of devices from the Medical Organization in M-country.

She definitely needed money!

Yun Yue sat lazily on the sofa, her gaze cold and clear, with a chilling simplicity, her fingertips chilly, "Discuss it again."

"Don’t stop now, the price is so tempting, and besides, he can’t die. If he dies, the entire power structure in M-country would need to be reformed, and the Underground Alliance would dominate. By that point, who could stand against them?" Wu Yi had to persuade this boss to act.

Zorro had found him yesterday, wanting his help to locate the Ghost Doctor.

Nobody knew she was the Ghost Doctor, but he did.

A poison M-country doctors couldn’t solve, only she might have a chance.

"Think about it." Her eyes shaded with a tinge of blood.

Wu Yi, knowing better than to press this boss, realized that if pushed, she wouldn’t treat anyone.

"By the way, someone is looking into Nan Jingchen’s whereabouts again," Wu Yi found this odd.

The Nan family had been exterminated years ago, and Nan Jingchen’s whereabouts had been unknown; it was suspected that he was taken away by the Underground Alliance.

Yun Yue’s fingertips gently stroked, her eyebrows lowered, her gaze nine parts cold and one part unrestrained rebellion, "Let them search."

Even if Nan Jingchen stood before them, they wouldn’t recognize him.

If Nan Jingchen was captured by the Underground Alliance, he was either working for them or dead.

But he mostly thought he was dead. If he were working for the Underground Alliance, those people would have loudly proclaimed it.

But hearing Yun Yue speak so assuredly, he took a sharp breath, "Did you rescue Nan Jingchen? Has he been working for you all these years?"

Wu Yi had always considered himself meticulous, but he had never connected a series of events.

Now linking them together seemed highly likely. No wonder she had such powerful weapons, ready to explode at a moment’s notice, and newer and better devices than those on the market.

If Nan Jingchen was at Golden Net, that explained everything.

How had she rescued him under those circumstances?

Yun Yue tersely responded with a nod.

Her gaze pierced through the corridor of time, seemingly recalling something, her eyes not purely black and white, bright with a terrifying ferocity. A wolf-like chill mingled with bloodthirst tinted her eyelids.

Her mocking voice barely audible as she lowered her eyes emotionlessly, ending the conversation, and dropped her phone. Her bare feet rested on the plush carpet as she picked up a sketchpad to start drawing.

The violence in her eyes blazed like a fire, her strokes heavy, producing rustling sounds; the sketch paper tore under the ferocity of her bloody defiance.

She drew the curtains, plunging herself into darkness, rejecting all light, her surroundings suffused with a gloomy aura.