Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 478: Honorary Vice President

"Just make up any excuse and brush it off, they won’t say anything since I just called them this afternoon begging for marriage and gave them excuses," Feng Ye said rubbing his forehead.

Mo Fan was certainly not like any ordinary woman, he feared that if he spoke rashly, Mo Fan would not agree; in fact, he didn’t have the nerve, afraid that Mo Fan might reject him.

"It’s a good thing my family doesn’t push marriage..." Zhai Quan had just finished speaking when his phone rang in his pocket, "Hello... you want to introduce me to a blind date tomorrow...?!!!"

"The slap to the face comes so fast!" Jiang Qi laughed out loud, delighting in the misery, "Only Master Chen and I are spared from the nagging, tsk tsk tsk..."

Yun Yue sat on the side, her lips twitching slightly, "Jiang Ying complained to me yesterday that you disappeared again."

Yun Yue’s words floated softly into Jiang Qi’s ears.

"Jiang Ying is now the beauty queen of the finance department. Countless people are chasing her; although they are not as handsome and rich as you, those young guys know how to please a girl and can stay by her side every day..."

Jiang Qi: "..."

"Sister! Sister Yue! I was wrong!" Jiang Qi pleaded with a crying face, "Please don’t say anymore, how have I offended you?"

Yun Yue unwrapped a lollipop, placed it in her mouth, puffed up her cheeks, and hummed, "You haven’t offended me; I just purely don’t want to see you getting too pleased with yourself."

Jiang Qi: "..."

"I’m going out for a bit." Yun Yue left with the lollipop in her mouth, standing at the window in the corridor, she took out her phone, somewhat helplessly, "Okay, I’ll come over soon."

...

"Teacher, did the vice president really say she’d come?" Song Lin never imagined that the low-profile vice president of the Calligraphy Association would turn out to be Yun Yue!

Elder Jiang’s closed-door disciple!

This seniority...

Song Lin was somewhat confused.

And it seemed his teacher also didn’t know about Yun Yue’s identity. If she hadn’t suddenly revealed it, they wouldn’t even know when their vice president would appear.

"Hmm... kept it quite well." Zheng Hang put down his phone, the excited look still not having subsided.

The Zither Association and the Painting Association both had two geniuses; the Chess Association also had a successor, but their Calligraphy Association was thinly staffed, with only Song Lin really capable of big responsibilities.

A few years ago, he’d found a piece of calligraphy in the antique market, immediately felt a fondness for talent, and barely got the seller’s contact info after much haggling. To keep her around, he offered her the position of vice president.

He never imagined that this person would be Yun Yue...

Yun Yue returned to the ward; everyone was chatting and laughing, she couldn’t help but speak up, "I have to step out for a bit."

"I’ll walk you." Yun Yue had originally intended to decline, but he had already stepped out of the ward, so she said no more.

"I’m going to the Calligraphy Association." She opened Medicine Network and placed a large order.

These herbs were for Old Man Bai; counting the days, his medicines should be about finished, but ever since he returned to the Ji Family, his health had deteriorated day by day, and the medicine was less effective on him.

She fell silent, enveloped in a cold, somber mood.

Xiao Chen seemed to notice the shift in her mood; he dug out a strawberry-flavored lollipop from somewhere, "Have some candy."

Yun Yue then realized she had spaced out, took the lollipop, and sucked on it as the artificial strawberry sweetness melted in her mouth.

She’d already lost one grandfather; she didn’t want to lose another.

The car safely arrived in front of the Calligraphy Association, where a young man in a suit was waiting outside, looking somewhat like Song Yu.

"Miss Yun, hello, I am the teacher’s apprentice, Song Lin." Song Yu greeted Yun Yue, who had just gotten out of the car, and hesitated upon seeing Xiao Chen, "Young Master Xiao."

Xiao Chen nodded slightly.

"Are you Song Yu’s brother?" Yun Yue, having once heard Song Yu mention him and noticing the facial resemblance to Song Yu, naturally made the connection.

"Yes, Miss Yun, you’ve really kept a tight seal on your identity," Song Lin said with a smile.

Ordinary people, as deputy presidents of the Calligraphy Association, would have come forward and admitted it long ago, but she never did, and nobody knew why.

"That can’t be helped, having too many identities only brings more troubles." Yun Yue was also very troubled.

Xiao Chen glanced at her imperceptibly.

She could be called the queen of multiple identities. She indeed had many.

Who knows how many other identities she has hidden from them.

Zheng Hang’s office.

"Well you..." Zheng Hang initially wanted to assert his presidential dignity, but when the door opened and he saw Song Lin followed by that tall and noble figure, he choked on his words and smiled, "Young Master Xiao is here too, let’s all relax as if we’re at home, feel free to sit."

The two sat down without any hesitation.

Zheng Hang: "..."

They really didn’t hold back.

"Cough... well, there’s nothing else, it’s just that now your identity as the deputy president of the Calligraphy Association has been exposed, you should take up the responsibilities of a deputy president and help deal with the association’s affairs from now on." Zheng Hang got straight to the point.

He had regretted this issue for years.

She was collecting a salary without working, standing idle without contributing.

All the deputy president’s duties were handled by him, the president, busy from dawn till dusk, exhausting him to death.

Now that he finally knew her identity, he had to transfer this heavy responsibility to her no matter what.

Yun Yue slightly raised her eyebrows, displaying a lazy attitude, "Remember, you begged me to take this deputy president position, and I already said I wouldn’t do any work. I just took the title."

Song Lin looked at his teacher in shock; that was not what he had told him.

He had said that Yun Yue begged him and seeing her good calligraphy, he reluctantly agreed to give her the deputy president position...

Zheng Hang glared at her irritably, with outsiders present, could she not save him some face?!

Yun Yue, unfazed by his glare and with a smile in her eyes, said, "Either you cancel my deputy president title and let someone else handle it, or if I stay, I still won’t manage anything."

Zheng Hang: "..."

He was truly infuriated; did she really think he didn’t dare to revoke her deputy president title?

Love it or leave it, who needed her anyway!

"Fine then... if you don’t want to work, you don’t have to, you are still the deputy president of the Calligraphy Association."

"Song Lin, from now on, you handle her duties."

Song Lin: "..."

It seems like he has been handling both of their duties before, a president and a deputy president who did nothing; he was the one who was truly exhausted!

"Is there paper and ink?" Yun Yue asked.

"How could a Calligraphy Association not have paper and ink?" Zheng Hang retorted, his tone tinged with irritation.

"That’s good, take me there, I want to write some calligraphy." Yun Yue stood up, and seeing this, Song Lin got up and led the way.

Zheng Hang immediately followed, curious about what she was going to do.

Xiao Chen and Zheng Hang followed behind; by the time they entered Jingxin Hall, she was already at the desk, grinding ink.

The ink was of the finest quality, and the brush was the finest brush; only then could the calligraphy and paintings last for a long time.

Everyone was curious about what she was going to write.

"Do you have red paper?" Yun Yue asked Song Lin.

"Ah." Song Lin was a bit slow to react, "Yes, I’ll get it for you."