<h4>Chapter 1477: Chapter 1490</h4>


    Ye Chen’s eyes flickered slightly; he nced briefly and then withdrew his gaze, pondering whether Ji Da had sent someone to surveil him.


    But if Ji Da sent her, this woman is a bit...


    Thinking back to An Ruoxi’s awkward moment, Ye Chen sneered internally; if Ji Da indeed sent her, that would be quite an insult to him.


    Briefly distracted, Ji Da did not notice. Ye Chen came back to his senses, looking at Ji Da with cold eyes, and said, "It’s been years, you’re still the same."


    Ji Da was a bit perplexed by his words; since Ye Chen walked in, he hadn’t seemed to say anything.


    Ye Chen’s lips curled with a mocking smile, "You sent someone to secretly investigate me years ago, and now you want to do the same again?"


    Ji Da was even more puzzled, "Ye Chen, what do you mean by this?"


    "You know very well what I mean."


    Ye Chen stood up, his icy gaze piercing Ji Da, "I came to you this time for one thing: to ask you to convey a message to the Pce Master of Wufeng Pce. Tell him not to attempt to gain anything from me, nor try to hinder my actions. They’re unstoppable."


    Ji Da clearly felt a chilling aura from Ye Chen, seeming stronger than before.


    After speaking, Ye Chen left. He hade today purely to meet old friends and to pass on a message to Ji Da and the others: Ye Chen is back.


    Unexpectedly, he encountered the person secretly photographing him at Ji Da’s house, adding a twist of intrigue.


    He had yet to make a move, and they acted first.


    Before getting into the car, Ye Chen nced back at Ji Da’s old mansion, a dangerous glint in his eyes, wondering what the situation was with his master.


    ...


    Upon hearing the words "Pce Master of Wufeng Pce," Jian Chunqiu squinted his eyes; this Pce Master can manipte three Time-Space Mirrors simultaneously? If true, then it’s problematic.


    Lin Dong scratched his head in confusion, looking at Jian Chunqiu, "Master, who is this Pce Master of Wufeng Pce?"


    Previously, when Jian Chunqiu went to the Man Yue n, he had suddenly left the main group and returned with Ye Chen by his side. Though Ye Chen was not with them now, having stayed alone in Shanghai, Lin Dong had heard some news about Ye Chen from others.


    It’s said that Ye Chen used to be part of Wufeng Pce, but left for unknown reasonster.


    Now hearing about Wufeng Pce again, Lin Dong is curious about what kind of sect Wufeng Pce is.


    Jian Chunqiu did not directly answer Lin Dong but asked Mu Yunfan, "Mr. Mu, what’s your rtionship with the Pce Master of Wufeng Pce?"


    Mu Yunfan shook his head slightly, "The rtionship is irrelevant to you, but barging in without any appointment is not typical of Huaxia people’s style."


    Lin Dong couldn’t help but mutter, "When we came in, your receptionists didn’t stop us, did they? With the doors wide open, isn’t it inviting people in?"


    His voice was low, but Mu Yunfan heard it clearly.


    "It seems there is a problem with my management system," Mu Yunfan’s voice was somewhat cold. After saying this, he pressed a button on the desk phone and said, "The receptionists can go home directly."


    Lin Dong looked at Mu Yunfan in shock, "I just made a casual remark, and you fired them?"


    This boss is certainly capricious.


    Mu Yunfan smiled faintly, "This is my management policy. Now, I’ve made my point clear—I’m not letting you ess the Time-Space Mirror. Goodbye."


    Jian Chunqiu and Lin Dong exchanged nces, surprised at Mu Yunfan’sck of empathy.


    Outside, Lin Dong couldn’t help butin to Jian Chunqiu, "Master, what should we do next? We can’t stay here forever, right?"


    Jian Chunqiu pondered for a moment, "Since Mu Yunfan won’t let us see the Time-Space Mirror, there must be secrets we can’t know. The urgent matter isn’t here; we should return to Shanghai first."


    He’s worried Ye Chen might lose control over past grievances, especially with a Fake Chu Ge. Currently, it’s unknown what’s happening.


    ...


    An Ruoxi visited her mother in the hospital, and thanks to Wei Yu’s help, everything went smoothly.


    However, her mother’s words made her uneasy and flustered.


    "He’s very good, it seems my daughter has quite an eye."


    An Sufang sped her hand, holding it tightly, possibly unaware her own lips arched upwards in genuine happiness.


    "It’s good for you to return to school; it’s my fault for burdening you. Now that there’s a chance, I don’t want you to miss out."


    "I know what you’re worried about. I’m fine and can take care of myself. But whatever money he provided for you, we must repay, regardless of your future."


    An Sufang’s voice was soft and tender, like silk threads, but to An Ruoxi, her words sounded firm, as if speaking to her and to herself.


    An Ruoxi understood her mother’s insistence, nodding, slowly burying her head in her mother’s embrace like the days of her childhood, greedily absorbing her mother’s scent.


    "Silly girl, how old are you to still be cuddling up to your mother?"


    "No matter how old, I’m your daughter, and you won’t shake me off in this lifetime." Then, she snuggled closer.


    It’s been so long since she was this close to her mother...


    So long she had forgotten thest time she hugged her mother like this.


    Her mom seems even thinner...


    "Mom, you must eat well; look at you, you’ve lost weight," An Ruoxi said worriedly, touching her mother’s stomach.


    "Alright, I’ll listen to you and eat properly," An Sufang gently stroked An Ruoxi’s hair, her other hand patting An Ruoxi like she did when lulling her to sleep as a child.


    An Ruoxi refocused her mind, exhaling a silent sigh.


    Back at the vi, she ran into the housekeeper, "Miss An, the young master specifically mentioned there are books you need in his study."


    Books?


    Oh right, she still needs to study for the exams.


    After being away from books for a year, suddenly needing to resume studying, she feltpletelycking in confidence. Whether she could pass was indeed questionable.


    An Ruoxi hung her shoulders low, twiddling her fingers, her heart tumultuous, feeling as if Wei Yu had dug a pit for her to fall into.


    Upon entering the study, seeing the towering stack of books, she could hardly believe her eyes. Are all these meant to be read?


    She admitted she hadn’t touched textbooks for a year, inevitably bing a bit rusty. But finishing this many in a month seemed an insurmountable task.


    She even doubted whether she could read even one book in a month’s time...