Yao Clan_2

Chapter 23

Yao Clan_2

After a 30-minute long drive, a dark blue sleek Bugatti Veyrion slowly parked in front of one of the biggest companies in Huaxia.

Du Feng quickly stepped out of the car and was greeted by the magnificent building in front of him. "No matter how many times i see it, i can't help but get amazed," he said with a wry smile.

But who could blame him, If he were to describe this building with words then it would be an understatement nevertheless this building was like a mansion that reached the skies, beating many skyscrapers in height but another feature was also it's sleek design making it a feast for the eyes.

Du Feng snapped out of his dazed state, straightened his tie, and adjusted his freshly changed tuxedo.

'Although Young Miss Xiulan could be an angel when compared to Miss Xiaoyue, one needs to have a sense of bearing when facing any member of the Yao Clan.'

Due to a brief encounter with Yao Xiaoyue. He knew one could never be too careful, especially when dealing with a member of the Yao family.

But here in the presence of the towering building, at least he felt a sliver of composure return. The Security Company, one of the Yao Clan's many branches, was no less imposing than the Clan itself. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was ahead.

The grand entrance doors slid open automatically as he approached, revealing a lavish interior that mirrored the Clans' penchant for blending modernity with tradition. Marble floors gleamed under the bright chandeliers, and the faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air.

Several guards, clad in sharp black suits with concealed weapons, stood at their post, their eyes scanning the room like hawks. Du Feng caught one of the guards' gaze for a moment, offering a slight nod before moving forward.

He approached the main reception desk, where he saw a young woman whose looks could be rated a solid eight out of ten. She had sharp features and an air of professionalism as she sat behind the sleek console.

Du Feng approached, "Hey there, beautiful," he said, trying his luck, but alas, the woman only looked up and gave him a cold gaze.

She focused back on the document before saying, "Mr. Du Feng, The Second Young Miss is expecting you. Please proceed to the private elevator on your right."her voice was icy yet professional. "She is currently on the 78th floor,"

Seeing her cold attitude towards him, he didn't was any more time, only nodding in acknowledgement.

The private elevator was guarded by two men who stepped aside as he approached, clearly recognizing him as one of the Yao Clan lowest ranking members.

As he entered, the doors slid open and then shut behind him. He pressed the button with the number 78 by the left before a smooth hum of the elevator began.

The ride was fast but silent, the kind that left no time to think about anything but the task at hand. Yao Xiulan was one of the two angels of the Yao Clan, the polar opposite of her sister Yao Xiaoyue.

She was kind, composed, graceful, and known for her administrative and business management talent. But in the Yao Clan, even angels could wield swords when necessary.

"Ting!"

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, revealing a spacious, neat, and flawlessly designed office bathed in natural light due to the massive window at the side.

The room was adorned with a mix of antique furniture and modern accents, creating a harmonious blend of old and new.

At the centre of it all sat the favourite niece of the Yao Clan patriarch, Yao Xiulan, a vision of elegance in a white cheongsam embroidered with golden cranes.

Her black flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her almond-shaped eyes carried a warmth that was rare among the Yao Clan.

"Mr. Du Feng," she said, her voice tender and soft but still carried an air of nobility that could not be defiled. "Please come in."

The warm gesture made Du Feng feel at home, "No wonder they call Young Miss Xiulan an angel. The contrast is way too much compared to that devil," he thought

He stepped forward, bowing slightly in respect. "Second Young Miss, I bring a report from the Young Miss Xiaoyue."

Xiulan's expression did not falter, but a flicker of something unreadable crossed her eyes. "Go on," she said, gesturing for him to sit in the chair opposite her desk.

Du Feng hesitated for a moment. Even in the relative safety of Xiulan's presence, the memory of Xiaoyue's icy gaze and bloodstained whip sent a shiver down his spine. He sat down carefully, choosing his words with precision.

"Miss Xiaoyue has... dealth with the foreigner, John," he began, his tone measured. "Unfortunately, he did not yield any useful information about the Ancestral Lin family Medallion. He..."Du Feng trailed off unsure of how to continue reporting delicately.

But before he could think of the right word, Yao Xiulan cut him off.

"He is dead, isn't he?" Xiulan asked even though she already knew the outcome.

"Yes, Young Miss," just like she expected, Du Feng confirmed it, but hearing it, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"I expected as much. If he was left alive, I'd be more suspicious. Alas Xiaoyue has her methods. Though they are not always effective in extracting information, they do guarantee death."

Du Feng nodded solemnly as his legs started wobbling underneath the desk, Yao Xiulan leaned back in her chair, her fingers drumming on the polished surface of the desk as she calculated her next move.

There was a moment of silence, heavy but not uncomfortable. It lasted a while until Yao Xiulan looked once again at Du Feng, her eyes glimmered.

"You've done well to deliver this message," Xiulan said finally, her eyes carrying a note of reassurance. "I know it must not have been easy. My sister... can be difficult to deal with."