Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 314: She Doesn’t Give Face to Anyone

Yun Yue came downstairs holding a piece of paper, and everyone turned to look at her.

Jiang Wenshan took a sip of hot tea, paused as it hit his taste buds, and then carefully examined the tea leaves in his cup. Could there really be such good tea?

Without changing his expression, he lowered his eyelids and couldn’t help but take a few more sips.

An A4 paper was handed over to him. Putting down his teacup, Jiang Wenshan took it and squinted at it through his aged eyes, mostly names of relatives and friends, "Just these?"

That was hardly many people; it wasn’t quite what he had expected.

Yun Yue lifted an eyebrow lazily and uttered a nonchalant hmm. If she were to add the names of everyone she knew, the whole of Beijing would be thrown into chaos.

The girl spoke with indifference, "Let’s just start with these for now."

Jiang Wenshan passed the paper to his assistant, "Add these names when you get back."

Having said this, he finally had time to look around at the group of people in the room.

So that’s why she was living here; she was staying with Xiao Chen. These two...

"Brother Ye, who is he?" Lin Xuanze asked quietly, sitting next to Feng Ye.

"He’s the President of the Painting Association," Feng Ye introduced him, and seeing Lin Xuanze’s shocked expression, he couldn’t help but curve his lips with a touch of irreverence.

The kid probably didn’t know their status yet, which explained why he was so surprised to hear Elder Jiang’s title, but he was still not well-acquainted with social circles in Beijing. Once he got used to it, with his status, he wouldn’t need to fear them at all.

Who would dare to bully someone covered by Master Chen?

Lin Xuanze stood there dumbfounded.

The President of the Painting Association was on the same level as Master Yao Nan, the President of the Piano Association.

And he said he wanted to take Yun Yue as an apprentice? Yes!

And he even came to her door personally, with such humble cautiousness?!

He remembered Shen Xuan’s cocksure attitude when she vowed to become Master Yao Nan’s apprentice, so full of herself.

Then she failed her piano examination and didn’t get what she wanted.

He wondered what Shen Xuan’s face would look like if she knew the President of the Painting Association wanted to take Yun Yue as his apprentice—Lin Xuanze was quite eager to see that.

After all, Shen Xuan’s art foundation wasn’t bad; if she hadn’t played the piano, she might have really been able to join the Painting Association.

Suddenly, he thought of the bulletin board at First Middle School.

Director Li had preserved it before, guessing that Yun Yue might be the national top scorer. That bulletin board could become the face of First Middle School, and it turned out he was right.

Now, with Yun Yue becoming the apprentice to the President of the Painting Association, the value of that bulletin board had just doubled.

Priceless.

Suddenly, he thought about a wall at home and wondered how much it could sell for.

"Dinner’s ready," Xiao Feng announced, carrying a plate out of the kitchen with a band-aid on the index finger of his left hand.

Yun Yue stood up and glanced at the people on the sofa, her delicate eyebrows arching, "Stay for dinner before you go?"

Jiang Wenshan felt her gaze and quickly averted his eyes, then sipped his tea unhurriedly, and spoke with feigned modesty, "That sounds good."

Jiang Qi: "..."

He wasn’t sure who had just been eagerly eyeing the dining room, probably just waiting for that invitation.

He slowly got up, taking the lead to sit down, followed by the rest of the group.

Jiang Wenshan picked up his chopsticks and looked up at Xiao Feng, "Did you make all these dishes?"

Xiao Feng nodded, "Nothing to do, so I got a chef certificate."

Jiang Wenshan nearly choked on his food, giving Xiao Feng a meaningful glance.

The four brothers of Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning each had their strengths, being Xiao Chen’s right-hand men, all exceptionally skilled. The Rain, Thunder, and Lightning brothers took charge in various regions, and here he was by Xiao Chen’s side, acting as a chef.

He wondered whether Xiao Chen valued him, or if he was incompetent.

But considering the cooking was indeed good, he probably was valued after all.

After dinner, Jiang Wenshan sat for a while before leaving.

"President," the assistant brought up the confusion brewing in his heart, "Miss Yun surprisingly knows Young Master Xiao, and they seem quite close."

Jiang Wenshan’s eyes were unfathomably deep, "Who can be sure about young people’s affairs?"

The assistant was somewhat astonished. Was it really as he suspected?

"By the way, where’s that bag of tea Yun Yue gave me? I want to check it." Jiang Wenshan suddenly remembered the plastic bag that Yun Yue had handed to him before leaving.

"Here it is; it’s quite light," the assistant handed him the red plastic bag, his mouth twitching slightly.

This was the first time he had seen someone present a gift wrapped in a plastic bag, not to mention that this plastic bag was particularly light. He had no idea what was inside.

Jiang Wenshan took it, slowly opened it, and his eyes bulged.

"President?" Seeing him as if petrified, the assistant grew curious and peered over.

The bold characters "Ming Tea House" filled his vision, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He had just felt that the plastics bag was rather light, but there should at least be half a kilo.

He swallowed and asked with difficulty, "President, how much is half a kilo of Ming Tea House’s leaves?"

Even the lowest grade from Ming Tea House starts at a million, and this packaging was even more exquisite and beautiful than their most expensive one, which costs ten million per kilo.

It must be quite expensive.

Jiang Wenshan’s eyes narrowed into a slit with amusement. This disciple was indeed well received.

He looked at the assistant with an air of superiority, "This tea is priceless; Ming Tea House does not sell it to the public."

The assistant furrowed his brow in confusion. How did Miss Yun come by it?

It was a significant half-kilo.

Jiang Wenshan didn’t hand it over to the assistant and cherished it in his hands instead.

Some time ago, when he visited the old man Master Yao Nan, he was served with tea from Ming Tea House.

He’d boasted that it was a gift from his disciple, and now he had received a gift from his disciple as well.

Jiang Qi personally saw Jiang Wenshan out, and as soon as he saw him step into the elevator, he immediately ran back, darting in front of Yun Yue, blocking her view.

The young woman’s eyes carried a sliver of a rogue aura as she retracted her gaze and looked up, her eyebrows cold and wild, exuding a rebellious intensity not inferior to Master Chen.

He chuckled awkwardly, shifted a couple of steps to the side, and then urgently began, "You know—"

"Shut up, go play on the side," the girl knitted her brows, her wildness and bravado indescribable, her inherent unruliness emitting an intimidating force.

Jiang Qi felt the familiar aura and immediately clamped his mouth shut, not daring to speak further.

His heart was shocked and fearful. How could someone her age possess such an aura? She wasn’t the least bit inferior to Master Chen.

No wonder she caught Master Chen’s eye; the aura she just emitted was a perfect match for Master Chen’s.

"I’ll go play on the side." He touched his nose, taking the hint to leave the living room and went to find Feng Ye for some comfort.

Lin Xuanze followed him into Feng Ye’s room, sympathetically saying, "Brother Qi, how could you dare to provoke her?"

Jiang Qi: "..."

He knew nothing; he inadvertently provoked her.

Her wrath was scarier than Master Chen’s.

Feng Ye was just about to enroll in an examination held by Golden Net and the Black Alliance, eager to see how difficult the questions from Y would be when he heard Lin Xuanze’s voice.

He sat in a swivel chair, took a spin, and with a teasing eyebrow, he gloated, "You provoked Yun Xiaoyue?"

His guts were quite big.

"No, but I am Jiang Qi after all!" Even now, Jiang Qi couldn’t understand why he was frightened by her.

Feng Ye snickered, "What does it matter that you are Jiang Qi? If she gets unhappy, not even Master Chen’s face matters."

Last New Year’s Eve, Master Chen used a little trick to enter the Lin Family’s event. Her expression then was as if she were about to throw all three of them out.