Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 330: Losing the Painting

Ji Maoming’s jaw dropped, unable to utter a word; his father’s praise for her was too high.

"National top scorer, that’s something that only comes around once every few decades—you understand the significance, don’t you?"

Just as he pondered what abilities she had for his father to hold her in such high esteem, he heard his father’s words again, and his whole body slid off the chair.

He winced as his tailbone crashed against the floor.

"The national top scorer is her?" He asked, trembling, as if he had received a huge shock.

He had previously thought there was just a namesake; he had never imagined it was actually the same person.

Of course, he understood the significance.

Jing University, Beijing University, and Da University, all allowed her to choose at will; even all the laboratories were scrambling for her, not to mention that foreign countries would also be competing for her.

Such a talent would receive special attention from all the major powers.

"She, she really is little sister’s daughter?!"

She had inherited little sister’s intelligence, perhaps even surpassing her, and with his father speaking this way, it certainly seemed highly likely.

Ji Xian straightened his face, "We haven’t done the paternity test yet, but it’s almost certainly her. Regardless of whether she is Wen Jun’s daughter or not, I treat her as my own granddaughter."

He didn’t know Ji Ling’s temperament, but he knew Yun Yue’s character through and through.

Not a single person in the Ji Family, whether from the main or collateral lines, could bear great responsibility. If someone from the outside were to inherit the Ji Family, he hoped it would be Yun Yue.

That is, if she was interested in the Ji Family.

With this thought, Ji Xian couldn’t help but smile bitterly. She was too outstanding, so much so that what he saw was probably just the tip of the iceberg; it was quite possible that she would not even consider the Ji Family.

"Should we do the paternity test first?" Ji Maoming felt it would be safer to verify first, to avoid making a huge error.

"No need," Ji Xian declined without a second thought.

He had always found Wen Jun’s sudden disappearance strange, as though invisible hands were manipulating everything behind the scenes. If he revealed Yun Yue’s identity, it might put her in danger.

Ji Maoming wanted to ask more but retracted his words when he met his father’s stern and icy gaze.

Ji Xian glanced at him, "You mustn’t let a third person know about our conversation today, not even your wife or daughter."

Ji Maoming nodded, "Father, rest assured, I know what’s important."

After leaving the room, Ji Maoming saw Song Ruizhi sitting in the living room with a worried expression, and he went to comfort her.

Ji Maoming looked up at Ji Ling’s room, "She still hasn’t made up her mind?"

If she hadn’t, then she really couldn’t assume the role of Ji Family Patriarch.

"No, did Xiao Chen really cancel the engagement?" Song Ruizhi was tactful, not asking anything she shouldn’t.

"He did. Xiao Chen isn’t suitable for her, he’s not a man she can control, and marrying him wouldn’t make her happy," Ji Maoming said, frowning.

Hearing this, Song Ruizhi sighed, hoping she could make up her mind.

**

The next morning.

Yun Yue got up earlier than usual, her eyes barely open, lazily sipping soymilk through a straw while half slumped over the table.

"Miss Yun, what would you like for lunch?" Xiao Feng stood beside her with a pen and notebook in hand.

Yun Yue, with drooping eyelids, replied, "I won’t be back for lunch, just make whatever they want."

Aunt Xiang would get angry again if Yun Yue didn’t visit soon.

As Feng Ye stepped out of the room, his eyes lit up, and he started listing a bunch of dishes, "I’ll eat braised fish, sweet and sour ribs, beggar’s chicken..."

Xiao Feng collected his notebook and pen expressionlessly and replied, "If you want to eat, make it yourself."

Feng Ye: "...You’re treating me differently."

That was too much.

Xiao Feng swallowed a meat bun in one gulp and nodded earnestly, "Yes, I am treating you differently, so what?"

Feng Ye chuckled and made a mental note to remember this.

After the meal, Xiao Chen personally escorted her to the Painting Association.

Following the mentorship banquet the day before, most of the members of the Painting Association now recognized Xiao Chen, greeting Yun Yue upon seeing her.

The assistant took her to the office, "Miss Yun, you might need to wait a bit, the president is in a meeting."

Yun Yue nodded slightly and waited for Jiang Wenshan in the office, taking the opportunity to observe the office in detail.

She hadn’t really scrutinized it before; upon closer inspection today, the office decor was quite exquisite, bearing a resemblance to the traditions of Qi Sect.

Suddenly, something caught her eye. Her delicate brows raised, and she walked over to pick it up and scrutinize it carefully.

She hadn’t expected to find the item Old Man Bai had been searching for so long just casually on display here. The door to the office opened, and Jiang Wenshan walked in, his eyes widening at the sight of her holding the jade-carved white tiger.

"Don’t move," Jiang Wenshan blurted out, and she looked at him playfully with raised eyebrows. He quickly closed the distance, snatching it from her hands and carefully placing it back.

This was an item for which he had sought many connections and had search extensively. If she broke it, it would infuriate him to death.

Seeing how she still looked nonchalant, he promptly shooed her to the other side of the room.

"Stay away from my treasures, or I’ll lose my temper," he said irritably, looking at her.

Yun Yue took the hint and sat on the sofa, crossing her legs, asking, "Okay, where do we start learning?"

"No need to rush, first you’ll observe some paintings for a while," he said, pulling out a key from his pocket and opening the safe behind him, which was filled with his collection of antique paintings.

Suddenly, his eyes widened; he pulled out the scrolls one by one and counted several times before he realized that one was indeed missing.

Yun Yue approached and saw his face turn an iron shade of ashen, asking in a low voice, "What’s wrong?"

"A painting is missing," he said with a dark face. Any one of those paintings was worth over a hundred million and had an extremely high value for collectors. Although the missing one wasn’t as valuable, it was still something he had invested considerable effort, money, and resources to acquire.

Yun Yue looked down, gazing faintly at the safe.

With both a key and combination lock, and the security system of the Painting Association, it seemed unlikely that a thief could break in.

And since only one painting was missing, she suddenly recalled the bet that Feng Ye and Jiang Qi had made some time ago, where Jiang Qi lost a painting. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Assistant!" he shouted out, his face showing anger.

The assistant ran in, startled, having never seen the president so furious.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Wenshan asked, "Tell me, has anyone been in and out of my office these past few days?"

The assistant glanced at the scattered scrolls on the table, coupled with his reaction, and gasped in shock, "President, you can’t have lost a painting, can you?"

Not to mention the high value of those paintings, they were irreplaceable true masterpieces with immense value to collectors.

Jiang Wenshan’s face remained black as thunder, veins of anger prominent. He thought, if he caught that person, he would dig up their entire ancestry.

The assistant swiftly recounted the people who had come and gone over the past few days, a fine sweat breaking out on his forehead as he stammered, "Pre-president, there have been too many people these past few days, especially yesterday. Many had been to your office."