Chapter 178 - 101 Shameless, asking for trouble
"This must be Miss Yun Ya, you are really beautiful," Luo Lin exclaimed sincerely.
"Thank you," the girl said with a gentle smile, appearing to be very well-mannered.
"Miss Yun Ya, please try on this gown. If any part doesn’t fit, I will take it back for alterations."
Yun Ya’s gaze fell upon the dress whose lid was already open, the green color was glaring; not the refreshing bright green of bamboo, nor the forest green of mountain stones, but an ostentatious, flashy neon green that was quite eye-catching at first glance.
Yun Ya smiled and took the gift box upstairs.
Kang Jinxian thought to herself that such a color was both rustic and provincial; who would wear such a dress to a banquet, only suitable for cosplay, maybe.
While thinking this, she said, "Only someone as fair as Yun Ya could actually look good in such a dress."
Luo Lin smiled, noncommittal, but her impression of Miss Kang dropped a few notches.
Soon, Yun Ya came downstairs dressed, the bright neon green very striking, like a firefly floating down from upstairs.
Kang Jinxian’s smile gradually froze.
Against the backdrop of the neon green, her skin seemed almost reflective, especially in such strong contrast of colors, it truly reflected a person’s temperament—there was no vulgarity, no provincial crudeness, only the vibrant spirit of youth and beautifully ethereal features.
She was the very picture of youthful charm.
Every smile and frown could be captured as a screensaver; the style was completely different.
They say clothes make the man, but sometimes, it’s the person that brings out the clothes.
A deep sense of amazement shone in Luo Lin’s eyes. Most people couldn’t carry this color, but this dress seemed to be made for her, simply couldn’t be more perfect.
Kang Jinxian forced a smile: "Yun Ya looks really good in it," she said.
Yun Ya twirled on the spot, her skirt fluttering, radiant and splendid.
Yun Ya looked up at Yun Shu: "Thank you, Grandma, I really like this dress."
Yun Shu smiled, "I’m glad you like it."
Feeling a knot of frustration in her chest, Kang Jinxian found Yun Ya’s bright smile even more unsettling and had to maintain a pretense of happiness. With such mixed feelings, her smile appeared somewhat stiff.
"Oh? Aunt Ah Xian, are you not feeling well? Why does your complexion look so poor?" Yun Ya asked, seemingly offhandedly.
Kang Jinxian stiffened, then reflexively touched her face and hung her head.
Was it that obvious?
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Secretary Zhou and Yan Nanmo were colleagues, always on good terms, and Zhuang Xiyue naturally wouldn’t miss Lady Zhou’s birthday banquet; such an occasion was an all-hands-on-deck family affair.
At the dinner table, when Zhuang Xiyue announced this, Yan Song "clapped" his chopsticks down.
"I have to review my coursework tomorrow," he said and left the dining room without looking back.
"That child..." Zhuang Xiyue frowned deeply.
Yan Ke held his bowl and said with a smile, "Mom, don’t worry, I’ll make sure Brother goes."
Zhuang Xiyue looked at him, "Oh? And how will you do that?"
Yan Song is stubborn, I don’t know who he gets it from; stubborn as a mule. When he sets his mind on something, not even nine oxen can pull him back.
Yan Ke arched an eyebrow and smiled mysteriously, "The hermit has his ways."
When Yan Ke entered the room, Yan Song was studying English with his IPAD, under the light his youthful posture was upright, his face handsome and untainted, his serious demeanor revealing determination.
Yan Ke circled around him and yanked the headphones off his ears. The interruption clearly displeased the young man, who turned and glared coldly at Yan Ke.
Shrugging, Yan Ke said, "Brother, are you really not going to the banquet tomorrow?"
"No," Yan Song replied tersely, turning to put his headphones back in.
Yan Ke leaned on the table, propping his cheek in his hand, and stared at the handsome face close by, blinking, "Okay, since you’ve never liked such events, it’s better not to go. But I’m looking forward to it, getting to see Sister Yun Ya again."
Yan Song visibly flinched, then waved his hand nonchalantly, "Get lost, don’t bug me here."
Yan Ke pursed his lips, "Always so unsociable, no wonder you have no friends."
With that, he left the room.
Yan Song sat for a long time, into the deep night, as the cold crept over him, and the lady’s voice in the headphones repeated for the nth time, he took off the headphones and threw them on the table, hanging his head and ruffling his hair, he gave a roar of frustration.
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Before bed, Yun Ya received a call.
"Brother Ah Du," she greeted sweetly.
There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a man’s deep voice imbued with an alluring charm in the nighttime.