Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 480: Ji Ling Sends Someone Away

"Thank you, after a few years you’ve become a young lady so graceful and elegant," Xiao Jingchang said warmly as he looked at Ji Ling.

"Uncle hasn’t changed either, still as handsome and dashing as ever," Ji Ling was overjoyed within her heart. Her uncle’s compliments meant he must still hold her dear.

The two chatted for a while before Ji Ling left, the corners of her lips rising in a barely noticeable curve.

"You know full well that the Xiao Family and the Ji Family have called off their engagement, yet you speak so freely. Aren’t you worried about impropriety, about giving Ji Ling the wrong impression?" Jiang Qiong said irritably.

"What’s the harm in that? I believe that Ji Ling is a clever girl," Xiao Jingchang shook his head. If not surprising, Ji Ling would manage the Ji Family in the future, and straining the relationship between the two families would be a loss indeed.

In the front yard, melodious and flowing music played. Elder Ji’s birthday banquet had invited all of the distinguished and powerful figures from Beijing.

At this moment, everyone was weaving through the crowd with wine glasses in hand, chatting and reminiscing.

Each guest presented their carefully chosen congratulatory gifts; the Ji Family’s servants couldn’t keep up with the pace at which the gifts arrived.

Ji Xian sat on the sofa, thanking those who came to congratulate him as his temples showed perhaps a few more white hairs than before.

Suddenly, the crowd consciously parted to create a pathway, with Xiao Chen holding Yun Yue’s hand, they made their way to Ji Xian.

Seeing Yun Yue, Ji Xian’s smile grew genuine, his eyes squinting into slits.

The onlookers understood the scene before them all too well.

They hadn’t expected this woman to dare attend Elder Ji’s birthday banquet; her audacity was nothing short of astounding.

Xiao Chen, standing with his clear and noble figure before everyone, said calmly, "Elder Ji, I heard you admire Buddha, so please accept this Ming Dynasty Jade Buddha as my humble gift."

A collective gasp was heard from the crowd. Though they were all people of stature, accustomed to grandeur, Xiao Chen’s generosity still took them by surprise.

The Ming Dynasty Jade Buddha had recently been auctioned off for a billion by a mysterious figure—it turned out to be Xiao Chen, and even more unexpectedly, it was meant as a birthday gift for Elder Ji.

The speculation that the dissolution of the engagement had soured relations between the two families was now put to rest; it appeared their relationship was very much intact.

"This is very thoughtful," Ji Xian nodded, smiling, as Housekeeper Ji carefully took the box to show him, a rare look of fondness crossing his face.

Gu Cong sat on the sofa and suddenly spoke up, "Young Master Xiao is indeed thoughtful, knowing exactly how to please."

His words hung heavy with tension in the air, and people exchanged glances, the animosity between the two men as strong as ever.

"Elder Ji, I’ve also prepared a small token of esteem for you, and I hope you will like it," Yun Yue said, neither hurriedly nor slowly.

As Ji Ling stepped out from the back courtyard, she overheard Yun Yue and her smile gradually faded. She walked directly towards her, looking coldly at her, "Miss Yun, your thoughtfulness is noted, but the Ji Family does not welcome you. Please leave."

This was her home; the woman who stole her fiancé had the audacity to come declare her dominance in the Ji home—Ji Ling would not allow it!

In public, Ji Ling had always been the dignified and proper Eldest Miss Ji, and this was the first time she had turned someone away in front of so many people.

But everyone could understand her position; none would show favor to Yun Yue had they been in her shoes.

Yun Yue did not plan to linger in the Ji household, responding coldly, "I will leave after presenting the birthday gift to Elder Ji."

Ji Ling wanted to say more but was stopped by Ji Xian.

She could only stand next to Zeng Rilan, seething, as Zeng patted the back of her hand, signaling her to be patient.

Yun Yue looked behind her, and immediately several uniformed staff carried in three plaques.

"Enjoying a life of leisure as boundless as the pines on the southern mountains that never age, fortunate to be in a golden age where blessings flow as endlessly as the waters of the eastern sea—these I penned by hand to express my congratulations to Elder Ji."

Everyone looked at this couplet and the character for ’longevity,’ each showing a strange expression on their face.

They had thought that, after all, she was Xiao Chen’s girlfriend, and since Xiao Chen gave a Ming Dynasty Jade Buddha worth ten billion, she wouldn’t let herself lose face.

What they didn’t expect was this calligraphy.

Although the characters were bold and powerful, very much in the style of a master, she was not a calligraphy master, and this piece of calligraphy really wasn’t worth much. This gift, it seemed, was rather shabby.

"Miss Yun, are you showing off your calligraphy here? The president of the Calligraphy Association is also present today. Just now, my mother and I were discussing asking Chairman Zheng to write a couplet. Or do you think your writing is better than Chairman Zheng’s, and that you’re more famous than him?"

Ji Ling laughed mockingly. Yun Yue was really too ignorant about how the world worked. If she had painted a picture, maybe she wouldn’t be looked down upon, but they hadn’t expected a piece of calligraphy.

Jiang Ying immediately became displeased, "Ji Ling, that sounds like jealousy to me. Sister Yue’s writing is beautiful. What’s wrong with that? Plus, Sister Yue is the vice president of the Calligraphy Association. A piece of her calligraphy is worth a fortune, and so many people can’t even plead for it. There’s a saying that it’s the thought that counts, not the value of the gift. Even Grandpa Ji hasn’t said a word, yet here you are, complaining."

"Yun Yue is the vice president of the Calligraphy Association?"

"I didn’t know that. I’ve never heard of it."

Upon hearing Jiang Ying’s words, everyone at the scene began to discuss amongst themselves.

"The vice president of the Calligraphy Association has never shown her face. Who knows if what you’re saying is true?" Ji Ling’s warning gaze toward Jiang Ying told her not to be a busybody. freewebnøvel.com

Jiang Ying was not at all afraid of her threat.

"Of course, you wouldn’t know. It just blew up in the esports circle yesterday."

Everyone was confused; what did this have to do with the esports circle?

"Ah, I know this! Something big happened in the esports circle yesterday. It startled several senior figures, and the matter ended without conclusion. The strangest part for me was that my son suddenly said he wanted to study hard, aiming to catch up with someone he called ’Y God.’"

A well-dressed lady’s voice rose from the crowd, but people still couldn’t connect the dots.

"This matter can easily be settled. Grandpa Zheng is right here; it’s just a word from him." Jiang Ying looked smug as she gazed at Ji Ling.

Just you wait to be embarrassed.

As a result, everyone’s gaze searched for Zheng Hang at the banquet.

Song Lin couldn’t help but show a bitter smile, looking at Zheng Hang, who was immersed in eating, "Teacher, everyone is looking at you."

Zheng Hang turned around, his black and white beard smeared with plenty of cream, and looked bewildered as he caught the gaze of several dozen pairs of eyes, which frightened him so much that he almost dropped his cake.

He quickly wiped the cream from the corner of his mouth, an embarrassed look on his face, "Why’s everyone looking at me? Go eat."

"..."

"Grandpa Zheng, everyone is waiting for your answer," Jiang Ying said with some impatience, genuinely a gluttonous old man.

"Answer, what answer?" Caught in the act, Zheng Hang no longer pretended to be modest; he’d already lost face anyways, and if he didn’t eat more, it’d be a disservice to his embarrassment.

"Is Yun Yue really the vice president of the Calligraphy Association?" Jiang Ying felt helpless; he was only focused on eating earlier and completely unaware of what had happened.

Zheng Hang suddenly took on the president’s demeanor, "Yes, she is. I personally recruited her. If anyone dares to question it, don’t blame me for not showing courtesy."

Yun Yue was a gem, and if anyone dared to drive her away from the Calligraphy Association, he would fight them to the end.