Chapter 185 - 101 Shameless, one’s own fault_8
"Child’s play, daring to flaunt such tricks in front of her," Ji Yunya mocked with a smile, raising her hand to rub her forehead. Although most of the wine had been discreetly spat out onto the handkerchief, a bit had touched her lips. She truly couldn’t handle alcohol, as her head was spinning a bit now.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps approached. Yun Ya’s gaze sharpened, and she turned to hide among the flowers.
Where is the person? Why is there no one here?
Kang Jinxian failed to spot Ji Yunya’s figure and thought something had gone wrong with Song Yiren, so she was about to leave when a pain struck the back of her neck. She turned in panic, only to meet a pair of eyes filled with a gentle smile.
"Aunt Ah Xian, what are you doing here? Did you also come out for a breath of fresh air?"
Kang Jinxian pointed at her in disbelief, "You...."
"What about me?" Ji Yunya laughed as she grabbed Kang Jinxian’s hair. Kang Jinxian winced in pain. The next moment, Ji Yunya forcefully dragged her to a bench. Kang Jinxian hadn’t expected the seemingly frail Ji Yunya to be so strong, gripping her hair painfully as her eyes slanted upward.
"Ah... Ji Yunya what are you doing, let me go," she cried out.
Yun Ya laughed and patted her face. Her fingers were ice cold, chilling Kang Jinxian’s heart, which abruptly sank to hell.
"You fancy Young Master He, don’t you? Then I’ll make your wish come true, set up a spring evening for you two. When Song Yiren later brings people to enjoy the breeze in the back garden, they’ll happen upon you two in a compromising situation. Then, everyone in Manjiangzhou will know you’ve been defiled by Young Master He. Young Master He will not take this blame, saying you deliberately seduced him. The good image you’ve labored to build will collapse in an instant, despised by thousands and spat upon...."
In that moment, Kang Jinxian saw Ji Yunya as nothing less than a terrifying devil. She tried to struggle but felt a pain in her arm as if pricked by a needle, and then she gradually lost strength, her mind remaining clear.
Yun Ya listened to the dragging footsteps, sneered for the last time, and glanced at Kang Jinxian, "Enjoy the welcoming gift I gave you, Kang Jinxian. This is just the beginning."
With those words, her figure vanished into the undergrowth.
"Hehe, beauty, so you were hiding here. You really made me look for you," He An pounced in an instant, gazing at the terrified and pale girl lying on the bench, couldn’t resist pecking at her a couple of times, "Ah, so fragrant...." His hands, unable to contain themselves, wandered over her soft body.
"No... don’t...." Kang Jinxian was terrified to find that her cries for help turned into feeble moans, enticing and binding, feeling the suddenly eager eyes upon her, her heart falling to hell.
Her eyes filled with despair as she stared at the pitch-black sky, "Brother Yan, Brother Yan..." she called out inwardly over and over, tears streaming down in an instant.
Why has it come to this? Why?
She had worked so hard to have what she had now, and she had even been gradually making efforts to draw closer to him, only to fail so close to the goal.
In the moment of piercing pain, she felt despair and unwillingness.
——
This is called shooting herself in the foot, Kang Jinxian, you have no one to blame but yourself.
Yun Ya sneered and turned to take an alternate path back, barely walked a few steps before her body swayed.
A shadow fell before her, and the scent of grass and trees from the young man’s body carried on the night wind, momentarily intoxicating her.
She gazed up blankly.
With the moon sparse and the flowers in light shadow, the tall young man stood in the night, half of his contour illuminated while the other half merged with the dark. Only his deep, black eyes seemed to be touched by the night’s chill, piercing deeply into her heart.
"Brother Yan..." her smile brightened, her cheeks like ripe apples, enchanting and intoxicating, unaware of how charming she appeared at that moment...
Yan Song’s gaze deepened as he reached out to steady her, "Are you drunk?"
Yun Ya felt that perhaps she really was drunk, for she suddenly flung herself into Yan Song’s arms, hugging his waist and rubbing her head against his chest like a little cat.
The young man tensed up, lowering his gaze to look at the girl in his embrace, and couldn’t help but smile, his hand inevitably coming to rest on her shoulder.
"Brother Yan... you saw everything, didn’t you?" Her voice was nasal, with the petulance of a little girl, but to Yan Song’s ears, it was the most enchanting music of the heavens.
He remained silent, not speaking.
Yun Ya suddenly panicked, holding him tightly, "Brother Yan, does that mean you hate me now? Think I’m cruel and heartless, devious and deep, not a good girl..."
In her heart, she chastised herself, Ji Yunya, you’re being so sentimental. You knew he was following you, and you deliberately wanted him to see you like this. She couldn’t clear about her motives anymore, but now she started to fear that he would be disgusted by seeing her ruthless side. His heart was still that of a pure and good young man; how could he like someone dirty and vicious like her?
Just the thought of him despising her made her heart suddenly ache with a tight squeeze, and she slowly withdrew from his embrace, hanging her head like a child who had done something wrong.
All he knew was that when she left his arms, he was flooded with a sense of loss.
He raised his hand to mess up her hair, laughing, "Others harmed you first, you were just defending yourself. You’re still too kind-hearted. If it were me, I’d have given her a quick slash and sent her straight to Hell to report." The young man’s tone was particularly fierce.
Yun Ya was taken aback, Brother Yan said she was too kind...
Her nose suddenly felt sour, and she looked down at her toes.
Brother Yan, how can someone like you make me willing to leave...
Yan Song lifted his hand and ruffled her hair, "Silly girl, don’t tell me you’re crying."
Yun Ya sniffled, "How could I be crying, wishful thinking on your part."
Yan Song reached out and tweaked her nose, his tone laden with heavy disdain, "You can’t even lie."
Yun Ya glared at him, "You’re not allowed to tweak my nose, it’ll make it collapse." She reached up to touch her nose, where it seemed the warmth of his fingertips still lingered.
Yan Song curled his lip, "Being so ugly, it wouldn’t matter if it did collapse."
Yun Ya pointed at her own face, "If I am considered ugly, then who in this world does Brother Yan find beautiful?"
Yan Song pointed at himself, and Yun Ya made a retching gesture, "I have never seen such a shameless person..."
Yan Song knocked on her forehead, "Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about?" His tone, though, was filled with profound delight.
At that moment, the noises around them grew louder. Yan Song cleared his throat to mask his embarrassment, Yun Ya’s cheeks flushed too, and the atmosphere between them suddenly turned somewhat ambiguous.
Suddenly, Yun Ya pulled him and started to walk away. Yan Song’s eyes fell on the hand Yun Ya was holding, her hand was cold like jade, yet so soft, while his palm was hot, their intertwined hands creating an electric charge like ice and fire, sending currents through both their bodies.
With a reverse grip, he held her small hand tightly in his, noting the stiff silhouette of the girl walking in front as his lips curved with a triumphant smile.
What followed would be the real show.