Chapter 257 - 110 Cruel Reality Irreconcilable Differences_8
Kang Jinxian glanced at the teenager sitting on the sofa, the Eldest Young Master Yan, who was the heartthrob of all the girls in school. Had her heart not already belonged to someone else, she likely would have been attracted to such a youth herself.
Yet, it was this radiant and dazzling young man who had fallen for Ji Yunya.
Why... Gripping her fist tightly in resentment, she wondered what was so good about Ji Yunya that one after another, everyone favored her. Thinking this, she lowered her gaze to hide the anger in her eyes and softly called out, "Master Yan."
Yan Song didn’t even spare her a glance, merely responded with an indifferent "Hmm," showing extreme disinterest.
Kang Jinxian secretly bit her lip in frustration.
At the dining table for lunch, Yun Shu, who was seated at the head of the table, smiled and said, "The meal is humble; I hope Master Yan won’t disdain it."
A table full of rich dishes, and she called it humble.
Yan Song did not pick up his chopsticks for a long time until Yun Ya turned to the middle-aged woman standing to the side and said, "Aunt Li, please bring a new set of utensils, make sure they’ve been thoroughly sterilized before bringing them over."
She had actually forgotten to give instructions in advance.
Yan Song smiled and said, "There’s no need to bother." With that, he picked up his chopsticks.
Yun Ya raised an eyebrow; it seemed Brother Yan was already making an effort to overcome his issues.
Kang Jinxian, observing their intimate demeanor, couldn’t help but lower her eyes to hide the jealousy shimmering there.
Why did all the good things go to Ji Yunya, the beautiful appearance, the noble status, the Yan Family’s protection, and the affection of such an outstanding young man like Yan Song.
Yun Shu glanced at her, and Kang Jinxian felt a chill in her heart. She quickly steadied her breath and calmed herself down.
Yan Song had only eaten a few bites before setting down his chopsticks. Yun Ya frowned and asked, "Brother Yan, does it not suit your taste?"
Yan Song’s eyebrows lifted slightly, "The Imperial Chef’s skills are nothing extraordinary."
Knowing his pickiness, Yun Ya couldn’t help but smile and said, "Would you give me some face?" With that, she placed a shrimp in his bowl.
Yun Ya forgot about his germaphobia again, and was about to take the shrimp out when Yan Song beat her to it, picking it up and putting it in his mouth.
Turning his head, he raised an eyebrow at Yun Ya, "This one’s not bad."
Yun Ya pursed her lips and smiled slightly, "As long as Brother Yan likes it."
Witnessing their oblivious intimacy, Yun Shu curled her lips in a cold snort of laughter.
She had learned about the Yan Family’s background from Yun Shen, and Yan Song was indeed the most outstanding child of this generation in the Yan Family. It was said that the Yan Family had high hopes for him, and such a person would surely need a wife of equal social standing.
Yet, there was quite a mismatch between the Yan Family and the Yun Family in terms of social status.
What mattered if Lady Yan liked her, or even if she held the title of the top socialite? These were illusions, easily shattered, and to think that relying on them she could enter the doors of the Yan Family was simply laughable.
So young and naïve, not understanding the harshness of reality, between her and Yan Song lay not only an insurmountable gap in social status but also the strict rules of a prominent family dynasty.
If the Yan Family was considered prestigious, then at best, the Yun Family was merely comfortably off.
A sense of triumph suddenly surged in her heart; she truly wanted to see Ji Yunya’s embarrassed state one day.
Yun Ya, unaware of Yun Shu’s thoughts, but seeing the sneer at the corner of her mouth, guessed that she must be plotting something against her. Having learned from this incident, she wouldn’t let Yun Shu provoke her into losing control with just a few words. Now, she would just enjoy the ’gift’ she had prepared for her.
After lunch, Yan Song left. Yun Ya saw him out to the front door, where Yan Song ruffled her hair and left after repeatedly making her promise to take care.
Not until his car disappeared on Panshan Road did the tenderness in Yun Ya’s eyes gradually recede, replaced by a deep and bottomless chill.
She flicked her long hair nonchalantly and turned around.
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"Miss, I’ve missed you so much." As soon as Yun Ya stepped into the living room, a slim figure rushed over excitedly.
Yun Ya raised an eyebrow at the girl in front of her with pigtail braids, her eyes glinting as she laughed lightly, "Is that so? Cuicui, I’ve missed you too."
"Really? Miss, you really missed me? I thought you would never come back," said Cuicui earnestly.
Yun Ya curved her lips and began walking upstairs.
"How could that be? This is my home; where else could I go if not here?"
Cuicui nodded vigorously, "Exactly, Miss."
Yun Ya smiled, the mockery in her eyes fleeting.