Chapter 225 - 106 Whoever confesses first is at a disadvantage_8
Yun Ya thought to herself that Aunt Zhuang really had a unique touch—Lau Nana might as well prepare to spend a long time behind bars.
In the afternoon, Pei Jinghong arrived; seeing Yun Ya seriously reviewing materials, he sat beside her for a while and then left.
Yun Ya rubbed her eyes and got up to walk to the window, watching the people coming and going in the hospital garden and raised her hand to rub her temples.
Wei Qing brought her a cup of hot water: "You look very pale; are you feeling unwell?"
Yun Ya took it and sipped, the warmth of the tea diluting the chill at the bottom of her heart, and she smiled slightly.
"Does it show that much?"
Wei Qing stared at her face for a few extra seconds: "I’ve never seen you with makeup before, but today, you’ve put on light makeup, probably to cover up your weariness and sickly appearance. Did you not rest well last night?"
Yun Ya turned to glance at her and chuckled, "You’re very attentive; if you could maintain this level of detail on the operating table, I believe you could surpass Jack and become my first assistant."
Wei Qing smiled, "I’ll work hard."
To become Dr. Nyx’s first assistant, ah, that was something she wouldn’t have even dared to dream of in the past.
Wei Qing changed the subject: "Vice President Pei just came by."
Yun Ya raised an eyebrow.
"He saw you were busy and left after sitting for a while."
Yun Ya checked the time, four ten.
She put down the teacup, rifled through her bag for her makeup, and touched up her makeup in the mirror, especially around her neck where she applied lots of powder to cover up.
Wei Qing rarely saw Yun Ya reveal such a girlish side, meticulously touching up her makeup in front of the mirror as if she were about to meet her boyfriend, wanting to present the loveliest side of herself to him.
She saw Yun Ya unbuttoning her collar, revealing marks on her neck—bruises dark and purple against her fair skin, startlingly noticeable, which made Wei Qing’s pupils constrict suddenly.
It looked like they were made by hands.
Marks of strangulation on the neck of a young woman—this was rather intriguing.
Feeling Wei Qing’s gaze, Yun Ya raised her eyebrows and, with a smile, looked over.
That smiling expression made Wei Qing quickly lower her eyes, her nervousness subconscious.
"Wei Qing, we are partners at work, and in life, we can be friends, right?"
It was a warning.
Wei Qing’s eyes dropped, "Dr. Nyx, I didn’t see anything."
"No," Yun Ya walked over and took her hand, smiled gently, and said: "Are you quietly criticising my domineering ways?"
Wei Qing hurriedly looked up: "No...."
"Why so nervous? I won’t eat you. Call me Xiao Ji; I just told you and you’ve forgotten again. For a competent surgeon, being forgetful is not a good habit."
It seemed Wei Qing was beginning to understand her meaning.
"Who are you going to meet?" she suddenly asked, looking up.
Yun Ya smiled lightly, her eyes showing a hint of appreciation.
Wei Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief inside, feeling like she had narrowly escaped a trip through Ghost Gate.
Yun Ya checked herself in the mirror, happy with what she saw, and buttoned up her collar, completely concealing her graceful neck.
She picked up her bag, and as she walked to the door, she looked back at her.
Those dark and beautiful eyes shimmered with a gentle luster, making her seem unbelievably tender.
"I’m going to see my boyfriend."
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Yun Ya took a taxi to the front gate of Jiangzhou No.1 High School, where she paid the fare and stepped out of the car.
Across from the school was a thick grove of phoenix trees; Yun Ya stood under them, her red skirt fluttering slightly, standing as elegantly as a painting.
"Dinglingling"—the bell for the end of class rang out.
Soon, groups of students started walking out of the school gate.
Yun Ya watched quietly, searching through the crowd for the figure of the young man.
Many students noticed the girl standing across from the school; despite not seeing her face clearly, her tall and slender figure and her calm and elegant demeanor were still stunning.
"Who is she? She’s beautiful."
"It looks like she’s waiting for someone, should we go over and ask for her WeChat..."
A group of boys laughed and chatted, their heart-thumping gazes falling upon the girl. Finally, a tall boy holding a basketball mustered up the courage to approach her.
"Hello, I feel like we’ve met somewhere...."
The corniest pickup line—the boy saw the girl’s tender and serene smile and suddenly froze, struck speechless by her stunning beauty.
Yun Ya smiled slightly, about to decline, when suddenly the boy’s collar was grabbed from behind, and he was yanked up, accompanied by a chilling voice ringing in his ears like a devil’s whisper.
"You’re about to meet Hell."
Yun Ya’s eyes brightened with joy as they landed on the tall young man. Behind him was a radiant glow; the young man’s handsome yet gloomy face seemed to be tinged with a faint golden light, dazzling to the point of hurting her eyes.
"Brother Yan...."