Chapter 421 - 131 This thing belongs to me only (third watch)_5
While Yan Ke was chatting away with glee, the bathroom door suddenly slid open from the inside. Unprepared, Yan Ke stumbled forward, heading straight towards Yan Song. Yan Song swiftly dodged, and Yan Ke, seeing he was about to faceplant, quickly turned his eyes and reached out to grab the only-robe-wrapped Yan Song. He missed by a bit, catching only the edge of the robe, and yanked hard...
Yan Song had not expected the kid to try to drag him down even as he fell. Gripping his robe tight, he kicked out towards Yan Ke’s stomach. Whatever that kid had been babbling on about just now, he had long wanted to hit him, just itching for a fight.
Yan Ke, lacking Yan Song’s strength, didn’t manage to pull him down, and instead, he himself hit the ground hard, back first. He quickly checked on Ah Jiu in his arms, relieved that he was unharmed.
In that moment, Yan Song’s foot landed on his belly, not holding back on the kick at all. Yan Ke cried out, "Wa wa!"
"Bro... are you trying to commit fratricide here...?"
Yan Song turned around, scooped up half a glass of water from the toilet with a toothbrush cup, and came over, forcefully pinching his nose. Lanky and slender, Yan Ke was no match for the tall and robust Yan Song and had no choice but to meekly submit.
Yan Song poured the half cup of toilet water into his mouth, pinched his jaw, and forced him to swallow: "Your mouth is too filthy, clean it up properly."
He tossed the cup accurately into the trash can and sauntered off without a care.
Yan Ke suddenly flipped over and scrambled up, dashing for the wash basin, sticking his hand into his mouth, desperately retching as if he was trying to vomit out his bile.
Too disgusting, Yan Song, you’ve got some nerve.
Ah Jiu clung to his pant leg: "Meow meow~"
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When Yun Ya returned home, she didn’t see a single person. No one probably cared about her not returning home at night. No, they didn’t care about why she didn’t come home, they only cared about the adverse effect her absence might bring.
She had just entered her room when Cuicui followed her in.
"Miss, where have you been these past few days? I was so worried."
A young girl not returning home at night doesn’t mean people should think the worst, but they couldn’t help but do so.
Yun Ya rubbed her temples, "I stayed at a friend’s for a couple of days."
"Oh, is the friend a guy or a girl?" Cuicui asked casually.
Yun Ya glanced up at her, the black in her eyes like bottomless pits, causing Cuicui to tremble subconsciously and hastily avert her gaze.
Yun Ya smiled, "What if it’s a guy? And what if it’s a girl?"
For some reason, Cuicui felt afraid of this version of Yun Ya and dared not say anything else.
Suddenly, Yun Ya said, "I haven’t had your porridge these past two days, and I feel something’s off. Make me a bowl, will you? I really want it now."
Cuicui’s face immediately lit up with a smile: "Wait for a moment, miss. I’ll go and make it right now."
After Cuicui left, Yun Ya curled her lips into a cold smirk, took out her phone, and dialed Yun Shen’s number.
The phone rang twice and then connected.
Yun Shen’s deep voice came through the phone: "Hello?"
Yun Ya found Yun Shen’s voice very magnetic, easy on the ears and likely to make a woman’s heart flutter. With a hint of mockery, she curled her lips and spoke with a touch of surprise in her voice, "Dad, it’s you."
This was the first time father and daughter had spoken on the phone, a truly sad state of affairs.
Yun Shen, realizing this too, gave a light cough to mask the awkwardness.
"Where have you been these past two days?" his tone tinged with sternness.
Now you remember to pull off a father’s authority, too bad I’ve long stopped caring.
"A friend was heartbroken, feeling down, so I spent the last two days with her. I didn’t inform dad and grandma in time; that was my mistake," the girl said, her voice soft and compliant, defusing any anger one might feel.
"A friend? How come I don’t know you have friends in Jiangzhou?" Yun Shen questioned.
Yun Ya sighed, "Dad, what exactly do you know about me?"
His daughter’s words left Yun Shen at a loss for words.
Upon reflection, he realized he knew nothing about his own daughter.
Standing in front of the office’s floor-to-ceiling windows, Yun Shen looked out at the streaming traffic, the city’s hustle and bustle below him, and felt a chill in his heart.
These past days without seeing her at home, he had subconsciously made the call, and as soon as he did, he regretted it, questioning himself about what he was doing.
Was he concerned about her?
No, how could he possibly care about a daughter he viewed as an embarrassment to his life, a daughter he wished he could erase from existence? That would be the world’s biggest joke.
He just wanted to ensure she hadn’t died out there, leaving no one to even claim her body. She shared his blood, and despite the mere thread of kinship that remained, he could not ignore it.