Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 479: Congratulations Gift

Some important figures like to come to the President of the Painting Association for a personally written calligraphy or painting to celebrate their birthdays or happy occasions.

After all, it’s the President’s calligraphy and painting, which is prestigious and classy, so naturally, many people are willing to pay for such artwork.

The Painting Association blended elements of traditional Chinese painting and modern art, thus attracting a broader audience. Gradually, more people went to learn painting, and fewer learned calligraphy. The membership in the Calligraphy Association dwindled, as did the income, all sustained by the President alone. In recent years, there had been Yun Yue; her calligraphy could fetch up to ten million a piece, primarily because her mysterious identity had been hyped so much.

Now that her identity had been exposed, it was uncertain whether the price of her calligraphy would decrease.

Song Lin brought over a stack of red papers, and Yun Yue casually pulled out one and placed it on the desk, dipping a large brush in ink to start writing.

Her position holding the pen was correct, every stroke smooth and forceful, full of personality, forming a style of her own.

For someone her age to be able to write calligraphy at this master level was indeed remarkable, no wonder her teacher had urged her to take the position of Vice President.

Such talent would be a pity not to keep at the Calligraphy Association.

But in the end, it seemed she wasn’t retained, for she was now the chief disciple of the President of the Painting Association.

Song Lin felt a mix of emotions and secretly resolved to revitalize the Calligraphy Association and bring it to greater heights.

As she finished writing, a large "longevity" character appeared before everyone’s eyes.

"Longevity," Zheng Hang said, surprised, looking at her, "Tomorrow is Elder Ji’s birthday, you plan to give this piece of calligraphy to him?"

Yun Yue nodded in satisfaction, murmuring softly, "Yes."

"I actually guessed right," mumbled Zheng Hang, aware that tomorrow was Elder Ji’s birthday, yet he hadn’t expected her to present such a grand gift.

He glanced meaningfully at Xiao Chen, "You ruined the marriage proposal between the Xiao and Ji families, Ji Ling must hate you dearly, it’s hard to say whether you can even enter the Ji Family, let alone offering such a gift, the Ji Family might not even accept it."

After all, Ji Xian was famously proud, not tearing up the calligraphy in front of the many guests already showed her a lot of face, there was no way he would accept it.

Yun Yue began writing a couplet, nonchalantly saying, "Whether they accept it or not is their concern, whether I give it or not is my concern..."

To Old Man Bai, this was the most precious gift.

No amount of gold or silver could compare to a piece of calligraphy he cherished.

This was her blessing to him.

"May he enjoy prolonged life, as immovable as the southern mountain pines, and encounter great fortunes as vast as the water that flows in the Eastern Sea."

Hoping he would live a long, healthy life, Yun Yue pursed her lips, her expression complex.

Xiao Chen’s eyes flickered, feeling once again the somber, mournful emotion emanating from her, and said softly, "It will."

Yun Yue started, then reverted to her usual demeanor, unable to fully grasp the significance of his words before being interrupted by Song Lin.

"Miss Yun, do you need it framed?" Song Lin asked, deeply impressed by the calligraphy.

This was his first time watching Yun Yue write live, her movements with the pen so practiced and adept it seemed she had trained for over ten years, writing characters that were strong yet held a sense of desolation.

"Yes," replied Yun Yue, perhaps struck by the thought, her mood wasn’t bright, and she became reticent.

Her family was small—Old Man Bai and her grandmother were both old and might leave one day. Just the thought of it silenced her completely.

She didn’t remember how she got back to Shengting, and Xiao Chen hadn’t spoken a word the entire way.

Once at Shengting, Xiao Chen could no longer hold back and embraced her, his chin gently resting on the top of her head, his heart aching uncontrollably, his voice hoarse and resonant, "Sister Yue."

Yun Yue didn’t respond, but Xiao Chen knew she heard him.

"No matter what happens, I will always be by your side."

He didn’t know why she felt this bleak, mournful sentiment whenever Elder Ji was mentioned.

Perhaps it related to her status, or perhaps it reminded her of something.

But what relationship did Elder Ji and Yun Yue actually have?

If it were a mere acquaintance, she wouldn’t prepare a gift so diligently, or even prepare one at all.

"Mm," Yun Yue softly replied, her hands naturally falling to her sides, her body gradually easing off the fatigue, feeling secure as she leaned into Xiao Chen’s embrace.

She wasn’t afraid of death, but she feared loss.

Feared the death of loved ones around her.

Yun Yue barely slept that night, troubled by dreams again—this time clearer, longer, and showing her much more.

It seemed that ever since Qiu Jun had kidnapped her, her dreams were becoming more frequent and lasted longer.

She felt that he may truly know her mother’s whereabouts, which could explain his actions.

Perhaps her mother was really... still alive.

Yun Yue rubbed her sore eyes, which, following her movements, filled with plenty of red veins, and she washed her face with cold water before leaving the room.

On the couch lay a black gown, to which she gave a surprised look towards Xiao Chen in the dining room.

"Have breakfast first, then change into the gown, and then head out," Xiao Chen, noting her reddened eyes, deepened his gaze and pulled out a chair for her.

He had burned calming incense last night, fearing she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but it seemed she still hadn’t rested well.

Recently, the calming incense appeared to be having less effect on her.

Yun Yue managed to eat just two dumplings before losing her appetite. Xiao Chen didn’t insist on her eating more; instead, he prepared a box of freshly washed and cut fruits placed inside a fruit box, and took out a few lollipops from the safe.

Seeing that a safe worth millions contained nothing but candies, Xiao Chen sighed helplessly.

...

Ji Family.

The Ji family was bustling with activity, with luxury cars parking continuously at the grand doorway; the occupants stepping out were all among the elite socialites of Beijing, each exuding a luxurious and imposing aura.

"Family Head Xiao, Lady Xiao, please come inside," called out the Ji Family Matriarch upon seeing Xiao Jingchang and Jiang Qiong and hurried to greet them.

At that moment, the eyes of everyone present zeroed in on Xiao Jingchang, noting his use of a wheelchair, and couldn’t help but shake their heads.

Awake, but unfortunately disabled.

The looks towards Jiang Qiong shifted from envy to sympathy.

Jiang Qiong was aware of their stares, but she never took them to heart—after all, Brother Chang was not truly disabled for life.

"Ling’er, why aren’t you bringing Uncle and Aunt Xiao inside to be properly taken care of?" instructed the Ji Family Matriarch, prompting Ji Ling to step forward with a surprised, yet amused face.

With the Xiao and Ji families having dissolved their engagement, could these two families really have no lasting bad blood and still get along as before?

Ji Ling, wearing a graceful and appropriate smile, reached out, "Uncle, Aunt Xiao, please follow me."

She had eagerly awaited this day, confident her plan would succeed.

Ji Ling silently told herself, not expecting Uncle Xiao to have awakened—after all, he had once been her most cherished.

Compared to Yun Yue, Uncle Xiao would definitely prefer her as Xiao family’s daughter-in-law.

Ji Ling’s lips curved slightly, ignoring the odd looks from around her, and gracefully said, "Uncle, Aunt Xiao, please come to the back yard where it’s quieter and less crowded."