Chapter 255 - 110 Harsh Reality Incompatible Situation_6
Yan Song rarely showed a smile, "Ji Yunya, make sure to call me on time, three times a day, and report to my house on Saturdays and Sundays. You also have to tutor me in English, and you can’t abandon things halfway."
Yun Ya revealed a radiant smile, brighter than the sunlight outside the car window; Yan Song’s gaze deepened, and then he curled his lips into a smile.
They arrived at the Ji Family Manor, and the two got out of the car. The gatekeeper, seeing that the young miss had returned, hurriedly opened the gate.
Yan Song took Yun Ya’s hand and strode in.
Yun Ya really wanted to pull her hand away, but he was holding it too tightly. She couldn’t help but whisper, "Brother Yan, have you forgotten our agreed upon rules?"
Yan Song glanced at her sidelong, a look in his eyes that sent a chill down Yun Ya’s spine.
His fingers hooked into Yun Ya’s palm, tickling her slightly, and in the next instant, Yan Song released her hand.
With long legs, he stepped firmly forward, "It’s only three years; I can wait."
Yun Ya smiled and quickly caught up.
"Madam, Young Master Yan and the young miss have arrived," Butler Uncle Feng said as he walked in, speaking softly.
Yun Shu’s gaze turned cold, but then she smiled with poised grace, "Please invite them in quickly."
Yan Song stepped into the living room, his eyes falling on the elegant lady seated on the sofa. She was in her fifties or sixties yet still looked to be in her early thirties; not a trace of age could be found on her face. In his heart, Yan Song cursed her as an old witch, but his face was all smiles as he arched an eyebrow.
"Lady Yun, I’m bringing Sister Yun Ya home on behalf of my mother; you wouldn’t fail to welcome her, would you?"
Sister Yun Ya—Yun Ya felt a chill when she heard him say it so tenderly.
Yun Shu immediately responded with a warm smile, "Eldest Young Master Yan is a rare guest; how could we not welcome you? Uncle Feng, serve tea."
Yan Song’s long legs carried him rudely directly onto the sofa, where he lounged with his leg crossed, looking every bit the master of the house.
Yun Shu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and just then, his gaze met hers – dark and profound, startling even Yun Shu, who was accustomed to storms.
"Lady Yun, my mother is quite fond of Sister Yun Ya. She just had to go back to Capital City for a few days; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been my turn to bring Sister Yun Ya home." The young man’s thin lips parted slightly with a tone that seemed casual, yet it inexplicably made one’s heart jump.
"We originally wanted to have Sister Yun Ya stay with us for a few more days, but she was worried about her family. To speak the truth, Sister Yun Ya is quite pitiable, having lost her mother at a young age. My mother has no daughters, so the two of them hit it off immediately and are closer than a natural mother and daughter, which made me and my brother somewhat jealous."
That was a warning. The Yan Family valued Yun Ya; if they were smart, they’d know what to do.
With the kind of background the Yan Family had, surely the Yun Family must be aware. Now that the message was delivered, if they still didn’t get the hint, Yan Song inwardly sneered, for he would personally send them to Hell.
Yun Shu’s smile stiffened for a moment, then returned to her face as she said warmly, "Lady Yan is kind-hearted and has taken great care of our Yun Ya. I haven’t yet had the chance to express my gratitude. Once Lady Yan returns from Capital City, I will certainly pay a visit to thank her personally."
Yan Song’s lips curved, "No need. My mother isn’t too fond of entertaining guests. If Lady Yun truly feels grateful, just take better care of Sister Yun Ya."
Yun Shu cursed inwardly at the sharp-tongued young man but maintained a smiling face, "Of course, Yun Ya is my dear granddaughter."
A hint of irony flashed in Yun Ya’s eyes; the skill of blatant lying had indeed reached new heights.
Uncle Feng brought the tea, and Yan Song took a sip, "Dragon Well tea from before the spring rains, not bad."
He sipped three cups, not even hinting at leaving.
Yun Ya glared at Yan Song covertly, while he winked at her; witnessing their exchange of looks, Yun Shu’s eyebrows knotted tighter.
She thought to herself, so she has seduced the Eldest Young Master Yan, no wonder the Yan Family values her so highly. She sneered internally—just like her flighty mother, at such a young age already reeking of flirtation.
It was a reminder, out of courtesy, to invite Yan Song for lunch, a gentle hint that it was time for him to leave.
Yan Song nodded casually: "Sure, I’ve long heard Sister Yun Ya say that the Yun Family chef is a former Imperial Chef with superb skills. I’m fortunate today to have the chance to taste his cooking."
Yun Shu had no choice but to acquiesce. She couldn’t very well kick out a guest, particularly when this young man, initially her choice for a son-in-law, had now involved himself with Ji Yunya. Her impression of him plummeted to rock bottom.
She had no patience left to play hostess, rising to head upstairs.
Yan Song’s lips curled in a cold smile, "Your grandmother is quite a demoness."