Chapter 217 - 105 Keep being sweet, the sun and the moon vie for brilliance_8
Sister Yun Ya hung her head, struggling to get out of his embrace, "I don’t want to learn anymore."
Yan Song’s brows furrowed enough to kill a fly, "Why?"
Yun Ya pouted, "Let’s talk about it later."
Brother Yan was too mischievous, trying to take advantage of the situation to cajole her; Humph, she wouldn’t let him get his way.
Yan Ke walked over with a smile, plucked the apple off the arrow’s tip, and took a crunchy bite.
"Bro, you really don’t understand girls at all, when they say they don’t, it means they do, and when they say they do, it means they really do. Pretense is a common ailment among women."
Yun Ya glared at him. If you don’t speak, nobody will think you’re mute.
Yan Song felt girls were really troublesome, changing moods at the drop of a hat. He looked at Yun Ya and asked, "Do you still want to learn? If you really want to, I can give you a delicate bow and arrows designed for ladies another day."
Yun Ya nodded, "Okay then."
If she also learned archery, Yun Ya imagined herself as a valiant female general—it seemed quite fun.
Just then, a black Audi sedan slowly pulled up outside the villa.
Yan Ke bit into the apple again, "Dad’s back."
The driver went around to open the door, Yan Nanmo stepped down from the car, took his briefcase, and walked in.
Seeing Yan Song and the others, Yan Nanmo paused, his gaze falling on Yun Ya, and smiled, "Yun Ya, you’ve come."
Yun Ya smiled politely, "Uncle Yan, hello."
"Very well, your Aunt Zhuang has been nagging me about you every day, and now that you’re finally back, she can get some peace. Feel at home here, don’t be restrained. If your two brothers dare to bully you, tell Uncle Yan, and I will teach them a lesson for you."
Yan Ke pouted unhappily, "Dad, I am clearly the younger brother, I don’t want to be the older brother."
The way he spoke was enough to make one’s skin crawl.
Yan Nanmo chuckled, "That was a mistake from dad, anyway, as a brother or a younger brother, none of you are allowed to bully Yun Ya, understood?"
Yan Ke gave an awkward hehe laugh, "Do you even need to remind me? Mom treats her even better than her own son, I feel like I’m about to lose favor~."
Yan Nanmo glanced at Song Yiren sitting on the ground, looking disheveled, and frowned but didn’t say anything, stepping towards the living room.
Song Qi was smart and honest, and Yan Nanmo was quite satisfied with him, but his daughter...
He shook his head and sighed.
At the dinner table that evening, Yun Ya sat beside Zhuang Xiyue, while Yan Ke and Yan Song, the brothers, sat opposite. Lady Song and Song Yiren sat next to Yun Ya.
Zhuang Xiyue enthusiastically served Yun Ya, even bringing out her chicken soup again which was exclusive to Yun Ya, something no one else at the table was privileged to.
Yun Ya inwardly lamented, but her face had to show nothing but smiles.
When no one was paying attention, she surreptitiously made eye contact with Yan Song.
Brother Yan, save me~
Yan Song suddenly stood up and grabbed the bowl of chicken soup in front of Yun Ya, "Gulp gulp gulp," finishing it off in two or three swallows.
Zhuang Xiyue reacted, pointing at him angrily, "You little rascal, how dare you steal your younger sister’s chicken soup, you’ve really grown bold, not only do you not take care of your sister, but you also fight with her over food, have you no shame?"
Zhuang Xiyue was on the verge of being driven mad by this ungrateful son.
Yan Song set down the empty bowl, his face cold, "Which is more important, the chicken soup or me?"
Zhuang Xiyue immediately retorted, "Don’t change the subject, what you did was despicable. It’s only the first day, and you’re already finding ways to bully your younger sister. Do you think your mother is dead? I’m telling you, from today on, if you dare to compete with your sister for food again, I... I will cut off your pocket money."
"Heh..." Yan Song smirked.
Yan Ke chimed in, "Mom, it seems my brother never asked you for pocket money. His scholarship money every year is more than enough."
Zhuang Xiyue: ...
Having too excellent a son is truly vexing!
Yun Ya tugged at Zhuang Xiyue’s sleeve, "Aunt Zhuang, let it be, since Brother Yan has already drunk it. It’s just a bowl of chicken soup, after all. Brother Yan is growing, it’s good for his health, don’t mind it."
Zhuang Xiyue huffed, "At this rate, our house’s beams won’t be able to hold him, he’s a naughty boy, deliberately going against you."
Yan Song tilted his chin up, looking down at Yun Ya with arrogance, the very picture of a smug heir.
"Ji Yun Ya, do you think I’m deliberately bullying you?"
Yun Ya smiled slightly, "Brother Yan has been very nice to me, how could he be bullying me?"
Brother Yan, thank you for enduring so much for my sake.
Zhuang Xiyue went on and on, "Yun Ya, you are just too soft-hearted. If you don’t stand up to this boy, he will only get worse..."
Yun Ya looked at Yan Song, and as their eyes met, the sparks and lightning between them were something only they could understand.
Seeing the grudge in his eyes, yet forced to maintain the facade of an arrogant heir, Yun Ya really wanted to laugh.
Brother Yan, you truly have it tough.