Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 33 She Wants to Take Leave to See a Doctor

Yun Yue squinted her eyes, a fierce look emerging as she gazed outside.

The students from Class Seven all looked outside.

Xiao Chen stood by the window, still wearing a black shirt.

The man was remarkably handsome, with thick, sharp eyebrows arching proudly over his white, delicately chiseled face. He exuded a distinguished and cold aura, radiating a strong sense of oppression.

His slender hand made a beckoning gesture, captivating one’s soul.

Yun Yue frowned. What was he doing?

She rose and walked outside, her eyes lowered, leaning casually against the wall.

"What are you doing?" her voice was terribly cold and fierce.

Xiao Chen’s eyebrows knitted as he stared at her for a moment. Had the child sneaked out last night?

"Come with me." He led the way to the psychologist’s office.

Inside, the equipment had increased, all paid for from his own pocket.

Feng Ye saw her nonchalantly eating breakfast, unfazed.

Xiao Chen glanced at her and pointed to the bed behind the screen, "Go sleep on the bed."

He had secretly visited Class Seven during early morning study, seeing her asleep on her desk. He had asked her homeroom teacher for leave to bring her here to sleep.

Yun Yue raised her eyebrows, squinting as she walked over. She didn’t even take her shoes off before sprawling onto the bed.

Xiao Chen’s brow furrowed slightly; he walked over, removed her shoes, covered her properly, and turned up the air conditioning.

Feng Ye casually wiped the corner of his mouth.

He looked so much like his old father.

If the noble ladies of Beijing saw her in this state, who knew what they would think.

In the morning.

Xiao Chen’s expression turned sour after receiving a phone call.

His whole demeanor exuded a terrifying cold pressure.

Feng Ye dared not look at his expression.

The Weapon Association had been invaded, the laboratory’s secrets stolen, and more importantly, all the Diamonds had been taken.

The senior executives responsible for these matters were likely to be replaced.

The power dynamics in Beijing were about to be reshuffled. The vice president of the Military Association, a member of the Xiao Family responsible for warehouse management, was sure to lose his position.

This was undoubtedly a huge blow to the Xiao Family.

The other major families in Beijing would certainly get involved, stepping on the Xiao Family to arrange for their own people to take over the vice-presidential position.

Over the years, several major families had been restless, eagerly wishing to usurp the Xiao Family’s position in Beijing.

No wonder Master Chen was so angry; the Xiao Family’s current status was all due to Master Chen’s efforts, yet those in the Xiao Family preferred internal strife, trying every means to topple Master Chen and seize control of the Family Head position.

Without Master Chen, those useless members of the Xiao Family would have ruined it long ago.

"Master Chen, should we return to Beijing?" Feng Ye tentatively asked.

"No need," the man replied coldly, his deep, cool eyes dismissive. The position of a vice president wasn’t worth a trip back to Beijing for him.

Bringing Ghost Doctor back to Beijing was more important.

Feng Ye nodded slightly, glanced at the time—it was lunchtime.

His gaze fell on the dining utensils and ingredients. Was Master Chen planning to cook here?

"You go cook."

He turned his head in shock.

Him, cook?

Wasn’t that Xiao Feng’s job?

His cooking was much better than his own.

"I, I don’t know how," he tugged at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes darkened; it seemed he had misunderstood.

The man’s icy gaze swept over him like a sharp blade.

"No, I really can’t cook. When have you ever seen me cook?" Feng Ye panicked, fearing that he might be deemed useless and then exiled to the frontier.

"Then go buy some food, hurry up."

The child should be waking up.

Feng Ye ran off, narrowly avoiding a swift kick.

Half an hour later.

Feng Ye returned with five dishes and one soup.

He smartly bought three meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, wearing an expression seeking praise.

Xiao Chen remained expressionless.

He walked over to Yun Yue. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and she hadn’t slept well. Her position hadn’t changed; curled up tightly, overly timid.

"Dinner is ready." He gently tapped her on the shoulder, the kind that would wake her up immediately.

Her gaze sharpened as she woke, filled with a fierce aura.

Three seconds later, she lowered her eyes, nine parts cold, concealing one part cruelty.

Xiao Chen’s gaze was enigmatic.

She got out of bed and glanced at her feet, her eyes flickering slightly as she slipped them in, wriggling her toes twice.

She walked to the dining table nonchalantly, picked up the chopsticks, and began eating.

"Aren’t you going to wash your hands?" Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow at her.

"The chopsticks are clean." She propped one leg up, one hand holding chopsticks, the other on the table, her eyes calm and profound.

Her posture was that of a boss, both wild and arrogant.

Feng Ye was thoroughly impressed; this kid really had guts.

He waited for Xiao Chen to sit down before daring to take a seat himself.

Master Chen was in a bad mood today; he needed to tread carefully.

In front of her was the bowl of meat Xiao Chen had specifically picked out for her.

She didn’t resist this time and finished the meat.

Xiao Chen was very pleased with her actions, his brows softening noticeably.

In the afternoon, she went back to class.

It was a self-study period.

The math teacher had handed out two sets of papers.

Zhang Ziyue, noticing she seemed much more spirited and less fierce, whispered to her, "Yun Yue, quickly work on those two math test papers; they need to be handed in."

These papers were tough, jointly set by the top ten schools; she racked her brains just to finish the multiple-choice questions in one class.

Yun Yue looked at the two English papers on the desk, her pale fingertips lightly moved them aside as she pulled out an English book and began reading.

Zhang Ziyue was dumbfounded.

Liu Xiaoyan would cry laughing if she knew how much you liked English.

Near the end of the afternoon class, she methodically filled in the multiple-choice answers, occasionally glancing at the problems.

Zhang Ziyue muttered under her breath.

If she didn’t even look at the problems, guessing might even score higher.

After handing in the test, class was dismissed.

Yun Yue pinched her cold fingertips and squinted at her phone.

"Shall we eat?" Zhang Ziyue tilted her head towards her, her tone slightly uncertain.

"Let’s eat."

Three meals a day are essential.

She put away her phone and then sauntered out with a swagger that acknowledged no kin.

After eating, they passed by the arts building.

Zhang Ziyue clicked his tongue.

"Shen Xuan’s piano skills seem to have improved again, but the style seems to have changed."

Yun Yue slightly lifted her head, her eyes narrowing from under the brim of her hat, showing seven parts danger and three parts chill.

The piano music stopped soon, and she withdrew her gaze, her tone cold.

"I’m going to the print room, you go back to the classroom first."

Her hands in her pockets, her back exuded a lonely pride.

The owner of the print room glanced several times at Yun Yue, the young girl was good-looking but a bit too aloof.

After she finished printing, she borrowed a pen, casually doodling a few strokes on it, paid the money, and went to Xiao Ye’s office.

"Are you asking for leave to go to the doctor?" Xiao Ye stared at Yun Yue, whose stance was relaxed, assessing the truth of her words.

Liu Xiaoyan and Xiao Ye shared an office; she was looking at Yun Yue with colored glasses, her expression unpleased.

"Yeah, that paper is the medical report; the doctor asked me to stay in the hospital for a few days to observe my condition," Yun Yue said in a cold voice, hands in pockets, her expression aloof, her demeanor bold.

"You wait; I’ll call your parents."

The medical report looked authentic, but he wouldn’t approve the leave without confirmation.

He searched for her information on the computer and found her parents’ phone number to call.

Xiao Ye took a deep look at her.

The young girl stood straight, her gaze frank.

The phone connected.

A casual voice came through.

Yun Yue’s eyes were unfathomable.