Chapter 205 - 104 Hand out candy to torture the scum A kiss seals the deal_4
Pei Jinghong raised his eyebrows, seemingly guessing the identity of the young man.
After sitting for a while, Pei Jinghong left, with Yan Song seeing him to the door.
Pei Jinghong nodded at him, "Young Master Yan, please, stay."
Yan Song glanced at him, meeting the man’s dark, profound gaze. Yan Song smiled nonchalantly and turned back into the ward.
Wen Xiu personally witnessed Vice President Pei walking out of the ward, but her attention was soon entirely captured by the tall figure beside him.
Who is this young man? So handsome...
Putting aside her girlish crush, Lau Nana called right then. Wen Xiu told her the ward number, and Lau Nana hung up and rushed over quickly.
"Brother Yan, why are you looking at me like that?" Yunya touched her face. Was there something strange on it? From earlier on, Brother Yan had been looking at her with that odd expression.
"Ji Yunya, what exactly have you been through these past ten years?" He planted his hands on the edge of the bed, leaning over slightly, his eyes piercingly fixed on Yunya’s.
Yunya cast her eyes down, and the next moment, his large hand forcibly lifted her chin. "Look into my eyes and tell me, what did you go through in these ten years?"
Yunya smiled gently as she looked into his eyes, her tone inconceivably soft, "Brother Yan, in what capacity are you asking me?"
Yan Song’s lips pressed together thinly, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed into slits. Yunya sensed the dangerous and icy aura emanating from him but showed no hint of backing down.
For a moment, silence reigned. They were close enough to feel each other’s breath, the atmosphere becoming ambiguous and lingering.
Yan Song’s slender fingers gently caressed her delicate skin, his lips curling into a mocking curve, "Do you think the identity of a boyfriend is sufficient?"
Yunya shook her head gently, her clear eyes innocently looking up at him, "Brother Yan, I’m only fifteen years old. This counts as luring a minor, which is a criminal offense."
Yan Song’s eyes narrowed, and he chuckled coldly, "If I go to Hell, I’ll take you with me."
Yunya placed her hand over his on her cheek, smiling tenderly, "Brother Yan, being so domineering will scare the girls away."
"Are you scared, then?"
"No." Yunya rose to her knees, lifted her head to look up at him, their cheeks virtually touching, their breaths intertwining.
Her dark eyes rippled with the gentlest tides of this world, slowly, overtaking his reason.
"I really like it."
Yan Song’s gaze darkened, suddenly pulling her close by the waist, "Do you realize what you are saying?"
Yunya traced the contours of his face with her gaze, whispering, "I am very clear about what I am saying."
She sighed, "Brother Yan, I once thought I was someone abandoned by the heavens, but then I realized if there’s such a thing as after hardships come happiness, and if I’ve endured all kinds of pain, then meeting you is my forthcoming joy."
"How lucky I am to have met you again. No matter how far I’ve gone, you’ve been waiting for me right in the same place. This time, I won’t back down anymore...."
Her murmuring voice dissipated like the wind, yet it struck Yan Song’s heart with the weight of a sledgehammer, word by word.
Yan Song might not understand, but Yunya hoped he would never understand.
She was reborn carrying sin and hatred, tormented every day, every hour, every moment, walking on thin ice due to the bonds and sins coming from her bloodline, cautious with every step. If not for Miaomiao, she might’ve already given up...
It’s like that for people, when you have nothing, all you want is to survive; money, dignity, reputation, they’re even less important than a stale steamed bun.
When you can eat your fill, then you begin to crave money, and once you have money, you start to yearn for fame and fortune...
Never satisfied.
In the cold Hell, she felt a trace of warmth, and that tiny bit was enough to sustain her for a very long time. But one day, that bit of warmth wasn’t enough, and she yearned for more.
Finally, one day, a ray of sunlight broke through. It was the sunshine she had once had and then lost. Having regained what was once lost, she cherished it all the more.
My warmth, my sunlight, my redemption...
Who says you can’t enjoy sunlight in Hell? She refuses to believe in that curse, she insists on trying. This time, she will firmly hold on and never let go.
Those eyes, just like in his memory, gentle, mysterious, yet sorrowful, the only difference being a touch of determination...
His heart was torn as if it had been thrown into a blender, so painful it almost stopped his breath.