Chapter 218 - 106 Whoever confesses first is at a disadvantage
"It’s fine, as long as Brother Yan is happy."
Yun Ya’s lips curved into a slight smile, elegant and composed, and what was even more rare was the breadth of her mind.
Zhuang Xiyue couldn’t help but admire her, Yun Ya’s temperament was too good.
"You, just indulge him," she said.
Indulge him?
Why did that tone sound so doting?
Yan Song’s face turned dark.
Yan Ke chuckled mischievously, "Bro, Sister Yun Ya is a girl, after all. It’s no wonder Mom scolded you for taking a girl’s food to eat, lacking any gentlemanly demeanor."
Yan Song glared at him coldly, and Yan Ke quickly buried his head in his meal.
Tugging at the tiger’s whiskers should be done in moderation, otherwise, he’d end up being used as a punching bag by his brother.
Song Yiren had been in a daze, her chopsticks untouched. Ever since she walked in from outside, she had been like this, until Lady Song pinched her hard on the thigh under the table. Song Yiren cried out in pain and snapped back to reality.
In an instant, everyone’s gaze turned toward her.
Indifferent or disdainful...
Even Yan Song couldn’t be bothered to spare her a glance.
Song Yiren’s gaze dimmed. The moment the stares pierced through her, she felt her heart stop beating, as though she had circled back from the brink of death.
He really wanted to kill her.
This realization caused her heart to feel as if it were tumbling in a frying pan. The man she had devoted all her youth and enthusiasm to had repaid her with such a result.
She felt unbearably aggrieved...
While she was lost in her chaotic thoughts, Zhuang Xiyue frowned. "What’s that smell? Is there a leak in the bathroom?"
Why did it smell a bit... offensive?
Yan Ke laughed in a meaningful way, casting a glance at Song Yiren, who wished she could bury her head into her chest.
"Mom, surely no one has wet their pants, right?"
Zhuang Xiyue gave him a displeased look: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
At the dinner table, to speak such vulgar words... He had obviously been too laxly raised.
Yan Song shrugged. "Forget I said anything."
Zhuang Xiyue’s frown deepened. She remembered Yan Ke’s words from before. That smell... it did seem similar...
Her gaze subconsciously landed on Song Yiren. The scent seemed to be wafting from her direction.
"Yiren, you..."
Song Yiren’s chopsticks clattered onto the table, her cheeks instantly reddening like ripe apples. Without saying goodbye, she fled the scene in a panic.
As she stood up, a cloudy stain was evident on her pale gray school skirt, along with unclear yellow stains on her white knee-high socks...
Zhuang Xiyue was speechless. This...
Lady Song’s expression turned extremely ugly. She gave Zhuang Xiyue an apologetic smile and quickly followed after Song Yiren.
Zhuang Xiyue, feeling disgusted, lost her appetite and slammed down her chopsticks.
"This Song Yiren, simply..." She never wanted to see her again; otherwise, it would make even the leftovers from last night’s meal come up.
Yan Ke gave Chao Yunya a meaningful wink, as if to say, "See? Didn’t I tell you my method works best? I guarantee Song Yiren won’t ever have the face to show up at home again."
Yun Ya responded with a mischievous look.
Seeing the silent exchange between them, Yan Song’s gaze turned frosty. Yun Ya smiled at him, and he snorted lightly, showing his displeasure.
Yan Nanmo noticed the communication between the kids and smiled subtly, his lips curving slightly.
——
Lady Song, presumably too ashamed to stay any longer, had the servants relay her excuse before hastily leaving with Song Yiren.
Zhuang Xiyue snorted coldly and turned to Yan Nanmo, "That Song Qi, give him a talking-to later. Otherwise, his wife and child will end up dragging him down."
Yan Nanmo wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace, causing Zhuang Xiyue to gasp, "What are you doing? Stop being so improper."
Yan Nanmo chuckled and buried his head in her chest. His movements were a bit wanton, but they stirred a seductive charm when performed by him, causing Zhuang Xiyue’s breathing to become slightly labored.
"Stop... Get off me."
The grip of Yan Nanmo’s hand on her waist tightened for a moment. The woman, nearly forty, still had skin and a figure like that of a twenty-year-old. Yan Nanmo couldn’t stop caressing her lovingly; wherever his rough palm touched, it sent shivers down her skin.
As her clothes slipped from her shoulders, Zhuang Xiyue leaned weakly against his chest.
Yan Nanmo kissed her bare back and asked in a husky voice, "What do you plan to do about Yun Ya?"
"What do you mean what will I do? I’ve already decided, from now on this will be her home."
Yan Nanmo paused for a moment, "The kids are all grown up, it might be a bit inconvenient."
Zhuang Xiyue pushed him away, adjusting her straps. "What are you implying? Don’t tell me you don’t like Yun Ya?"
Yan Nanmo hadn’t expected her to be so temperamental and couldn’t help but sigh, "I do like Yun Ya, she’s smart and well-behaved. But with Yan Song and Yan Ke so grown up, living under the same roof might not be good for Yun Ya’s reputation."