Lord, give up! Madam has too many vests

Chapter 398: Meeting an Old Friend

Upon learning the whereabouts of the prescription, Yan Lan did not stop for a moment and immediately abandoned the Yan family and headed straight for the Zhou Mansion.

She knew Yan Feng too well. He valued his reputation above all else. Going back to the Yan family and trying to persuade him might not get the truth out of him. But in the prefecture, his workplace, if things got out of hand and he lost face, Yan Feng might just give in.

Just after 10 a.m., the sunlight made the leaves of the plane trees on the avenue shine. Under the outer wall of the state government building, several guards were patrolling in neat steps.

Yan Lan's car quietly stopped in the shade of the roadside trees. She had previously investigated Yan Feng and found out that he was now the Chief of Publicity of the Sin Chew Daily government.

She rummaged through her bag, took out a mask and put it on, then took out a set of sanitation worker's uniform and quickly disguised herself as a sanitation worker. She also took out a work ID card that she had made a perfect forgery and walked calmly toward the gate of the prefecture.

After checking her identity, the guards at the gate let her in without asking any further questions.

Upon entering, Yan Lan didn't rush to find Yan Feng. Instead, she slowed down and surveyed the area thoroughly, memorizing the floor map posted at the entrance in the blink of an eye.

She picked up a bucket and a rag from the cleaning room, and was about to find the propaganda chief's office according to the map when two familiar figures in the distance made her stop in her tracks.

The two people were Yan Xue and Bai Xiaoyu.

How did they end up together in the prefecture?

A hint of doubt flashed in Yan Lan's eyes, but she didn't stop what she was doing. She continued to slowly carry the bucket of water, following the two at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Yan Xue and Bai Xiaoyu, who were ahead, were both wearing work uniforms. Yan Xue whispered that she had found Bai Xiaoyu a job as a secretary in Si Chu's department.

Yan Xue repeatedly emphasized that Si Chu was extremely strict, and told Bai Xiaoyu to be extremely cautious after starting work. Bai Xiaoyu nodded all the way, agreeing with "Don't worry, sister."

Yan Lan became more and more puzzled as she listened, her gaze falling on Bai Xiaoyu's back. She felt that Bai Xiaoyu was different from usual today, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.

She quietly quickened her pace, deliberately tripped, and pretended to stumble into Bai Xiaoyu.

"Are you blind?!" Before Bai Xiaoyu could speak, Yan Xue exploded, turning around and berating Yan Lan, who was dressed as a cleaner, before pulling Bai Xiaoyu away quickly.

Yan Lan stood there, her brows furrowed tightly.

She had been learning medicine from her mother since childhood and often dealt with herbs, so her sensitivity to smells far surpassed that of ordinary people. When she bumped into Bai Xiaoyu just now, a faint scent of perfume wafted into her nostrils, instantly reminding her of someone.

Zero, the female assassin from the prison network who had tried to kill her years ago.

Back then, she felt that Ling's eyebrows and eyes had a strange resemblance to Bai Xiaoyu's.

But since then, the prison network has almost disappeared, and Zero has vanished without a trace, as if she had evaporated into thin air. She secretly investigated for a long time, but all the information about the other party had been deliberately erased.

To everyone's surprise, Zero would appear in the heavily guarded state capital in this way.

Yan Lan stared in the direction where the two had disappeared, a strong sense of unease rising in her heart.

After thinking it over, Yan Lan decided to go to Yan Feng to ask about the prescription first.

Just as Yan Lan reached the outside of Yan Feng's office, the door opened from the inside, and a pampered middle-aged woman slowly walked out.

She immediately lowered her head, only to hear Yan Feng's obsequious tone: "Madam, rest assured, I will find someone to improve the prescription as soon as possible, and the governor's illness will be absolutely fine."

Although she didn't know the woman's identity, judging from Yan Feng's cautious demeanor, Yan Lan already knew that the woman must be of extraordinary status.

As the beautiful woman left, she glanced at her indifferently before walking away.

Yan Feng turned to go back to his office. Just as his hand touched the doorknob and he was about to close the door, a hand suddenly reached out from the outside and pushed the door open.

The next second, Yan Lan used the force to squeeze in.

Yan Feng was so startled that he took half a step back, about to reprimand the unruly "cleaner".

Yan Feng saw the other person raise their hand and pull off their mask, revealing a face that he both knew and didn't want to see.

Upon recognizing Yan Lan as the visitor, and noticing her water-stained, wrinkled cleaning uniform, Yan Feng's initial surprise vanished instantly, replaced by undisguised disgust.

He leaned against the edge of his desk, looking Yan Lan up and down, his tone sarcastic and contemptuous: "I wondered who was so bold, it turns out it's you."

With your outfit, are you working as a cleaner? Xue'er once told me that you were a successful car engineer, but I didn't believe it at the time.

With your limited skills and associate degree, you're not even qualified for a regular hospital job; you probably can't even do a normal job.

Marrying into the Qin family was already a stroke of good fortune for you, how dare you get a divorce?

Now that they can't make it on the streets and have nowhere else to turn, they finally think of coming to me, their father, to ask for favors.

I'm telling you, I won't give you money, and I won't find you a job.

Yan Feng looked disgusted.

When Yan Feng heard that Yan Lan had actually divorced Qin Shi, he was furious.

"I don't want money or a job."

Yan Lan ignored his sarcasm, merely giving him a cold glance, her tone even more sarcastic than his.

"It seems you're still the same as ever, always talking about self-interest."

Since that's the case, I don't need to be polite with you, nor do I need to talk about any useless father-daughter affection.

Yan Feng's face darkened, clearly having been hit where it hurt, and his tone instantly hardened: "Get out of here, don't get in my office's way! If someone sees you, they'll say I'm mistreating my own daughter."

“I’m not here to reminisce or rekindle old friendships.” Yan Lan took a step forward, her gaze suddenly sharpening as if tempered with ice, staring directly into Yan Feng’s eyes, and asked, word by word, with unwavering conviction, “I only want to ask you, where is that prescription my mother left behind?”

"Prescription? What prescription?" Yan Feng's eyes flickered suddenly, and he subconsciously avoided her gaze, hurriedly reaching for the teacup on the table.

He stammered, his tone becoming weak: "I...I have no idea what you're talking about! When your mother left, she didn't leave me anything. Don't make things up and deliberately cause trouble!"

He tried to remain calm and took a sip of water, but he didn't expect the water in the cup to be so hot that he choked.

He hurriedly put down the cup, but the lid didn't stay on properly, and it hit the body of the cup with a soft "clang," which was particularly clear in the quiet office.

His guilty and pretentious demeanor had already given him away.

"That prescription is indeed in your hands."

Yan Lan's eyes narrowed suddenly, and she took another step forward. "Give it back to me. I am my mother's only daughter, and all her belongings should rightfully be inherited by me."

As she finished speaking, she exuded a chilling aura, not deliberately exerting pressure, but like the wind in the dead of winter, making it hard to breathe.

Having spent many years navigating the treacherous world of officialdom, Yan Feng was still intimidated by Yan Lan's gaze and felt a chill creep into his heart. He instinctively shrank back, a sense of fear rising within him.