Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 283: Return to Rock Village

The next day.

Yueyue opened her eyes, the corners tinged with a fishy red, the whites streaked with red veins.

She took off her headphones and paused the music that had been looping on her phone, her spirits as droopy and wilted as she pulled open the desk drawer. The box of chocolates Xiao Chen had given her was already empty.

The desk was littered with candy wrappers, a drawer full of sweets, her chilly fingertips tearing open each wrapper and popping the candy into her mouth.

A hint of irritability colored her brows as she looked down at the sugar and the box of chocolates.

Not sweet at all.

Indeed, you get what you pay for.

She walked into the bathroom with the same listless air, and five minutes later, emerged with beads of water gathering along her refined features and dripping to the floor.

The girl’s peripheral vision swept over the messy room. She rubbed her brow, then bent down to pick up the trash on the floor and the candy wrappers on the desk before slipping on her shoes and going downstairs to throw them away in the bin.

Just as she was about to turn around and go back in, she caught sight of Xiao Feng standing outside the door.

"Is there something you need?" she asked, one eyebrow raised, her eyelids reddened, hands in her pockets, wildly nonchalant.

Why hadn’t he gone back to Beijing?

"Master Chen said I’m to hang around with you from now on," Xiao Feng didn’t expect Master Chen to be so ruthless, simply assigning him like that when he was such a big fella.

But the salary was still coming from him, and moreover, doubled.

Yueyue gave him a mocking glance, "I don’t ’hang around.’"

Xiao Feng replied, "I’m to work with you."

Yueyue: "You’re not up to it."

Xiao Feng: "..."

So she looked down on him?

Was Miss Yun going to send him packing back to Beijing?

Would Master Chen skin him alive?

"I am, however, lacking a cook."

To be fair, his cooking had deeply impressed her.

"My specialty is cooking," Xiao Feng said, chuckling merrily. It was always good to have a special skill.

In terms of force or brains, he definitely wasn’t a match for the other three brothers, but when it came to cooking skills, not even the chefs from five-star hotels could necessarily outdo him.

Ever since she finished her college entrance exams, he’d been idling at home, nearly bored to death.

"So, does that mean I’ll be coming to the Lin family to cook from now on?"

Yueyue thought for a few seconds, "We’ll see."

There was only so much work to be done at home, and if he took over grandma’s chores, she might end up getting sick from boredom.

Xiao Feng: "...Alright."

Fortunately, today the lady would arrive in Lan City; he could follow her around.

Yueyue’s phone rang. Hearing the ringtone, her aloof and proud gaze softened a bit, and she turned to leave.

Xiao Feng watched her retreating figure. Miss Yun had never spoken so gently before; who was she talking to on the phone?

"Yueyue, I’m joining a drama production in a few days. I signed a big project the other day, and this time it’s the renowned Director Zhang. I can’t believe she personally chose me as the leading actress."

Yue Yue walked leisurely inside, her beautiful face radiating charm, her fine brows and eyes lifting slightly, "Congratulations."

"Thank you. I need to hurry and join the crew. I hope to finish shooting this drama during the summer vacation. Also, my ’Molan’s Story’ premieres the day after tomorrow night at eight o’clock, remember to watch it, okay?"

Yueyue glanced at the time, languidly uttering the word "good."

After lunch, she nestled on the sofa to watch TV, while Lin Xuanze, having completed his college entrance exams, felt utterly liberated and would drag her to play games whenever he had the chance, mediocrely improving his skills under her guidance.

But his love for studying was genuine; come rain or shine, he spent several hours a day hitting the books. These past two days, he even followed Lin Xiang to the company to learn.

At three in the afternoon, Jiang Qiong arrived in Lan City. Coming to receive her were He Minzhen and Xiao Feng.

The two hadn’t seen each other in years and embraced as soon as they met, then unabashedly heaped praise on one another.

Housekeeper Xiao stood respectfully behind them, reflecting on how Mrs. He hadn’t changed at all, seemingly having had good years.

They went for afternoon tea together with Housekeeper Xiao following, while Xiao Feng carried all the big and small bags to Yunhua District villa.

Mo Fan had flown back the night before and was about to leave for errands when he saw Xiao Feng moving packages inside and the two were stunned in place.

She was dressed in an eye-catching, sexy dress that clung to her skin, her slightly curled long hair draped over her shoulders—the kind that could make even women blush.

"You live here?!" Mo Fan blinked, realizing that the next-door unit had been sold at the opening; otherwise, she would’ve bought both.

She had thought that nobody lived in the house next door, given how odd it was for someone to buy a property worth millions just to let it sit empty. Seeing Xiao Feng, nothing seemed strange anymore.

Xiao Feng, expressionless, put down the gift box in his hand, completely unprepared to find that she was his next-door neighbor!

"Master Chen bought this place; he asked me to stay in Lan City to take care of Miss Yun," said Xiao Feng, his gaze unintentionally falling upon her. He quickly lowered his eyelids, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"I see. Let’s hang out some other time. I’ve got things to do, so I won’t keep you," Mo Fan strutted away in her high heels, putting on sunglasses, with an alluring smile playing at the corner of her lips.

Xiao Feng’s Adam’s apple moved subtly as he quickly gathered his wits, lifting what had once been a burdensome box with ease.

Mo Fan headed straight for the underground garage, and shortly after, a luxury car emerged from below and parked not far from the Lin Family’s front door.

Yun Yue, wearing a black duckbill hat and her skin porcelain white in the sun, got into the car and then went to Nan Jingchen’s underground laboratory base.

A few minutes later, Mo Fan emerged with a black bag, threw it onto the back seat, and sped off with a press of the gas pedal.

Yun Yue looked down at her phone, tapping into a document.

The document’s name—"613."

Her cool fingers lightly quivered as she tapped to enter, finding little information within, but enough to piece together some details over the years.

Every clue pointed to the laboratory explosion from years before.

Why would a medical lab explode?!

"Boss, is there still any clue left after all this time?" Mo Fan glanced at her, half of her face shrouded in shadow, making her seem ghostly cold, with a sinister, blood-red chill in the corner of her eyes.

Yueyue’s icy gaze was chilling; with slightly pursed lips, she said in a low voice, "Let’s go have a look first."

Mo Fan stayed silent, seeming to understand the boss’s obsession with the 613 incident.

Indeed, the 613 incident was extraordinary; she had even discovered some traces from back then in a medical organization laboratory in the States.

Not wanting to delay, she hurried back overnight.

An hour and a half later, the car entered Rock Village.

Rock Village was Lan City’s first impoverished village, yet in such a village, amidst deep mountains, an underground laboratory had been built.

After the explosion that year, nobody in the laboratory survived and all news was subsequently sealed. Had she not been a veteran member of Golden Net, she wouldn’t have had the privilege of knowing anything.

The car stopped at the old house in Yun Yue’s family home, with the blazing sun overhead and the street outside scarcely populated. Their entry into the village didn’t cause much of a stir.

Though the house was old, it was still habitable.

Yun Yue’s deep, dark eyes locked onto the lock on the front door, standing there for a few seconds before nonchalantly drawing her gaze back and speaking indifferently, "Let’s go."

Mo Fan glimpsed at the door, thinking about why the boss, who could be nostalgic, wouldn’t enter her own home.