Chapter 481 - 139 Miaomiao Kidnapping Airport Turmoil_3
At this time, the cellphone’s ringtone sounded, and Yun Ya looked at the caller ID, pursed his lips, and walked into the bathroom to answer.
The content of the conversation was clearly not suitable for two people to hear.
The call was from Yan Song, asking Yun Ya what he was doing.
Yun Ya rubbed his brow and laughed, "Just finished bathing, getting ready to sleep."
No matter how calmly Yun Ya tried to disguise it, Yan Song still detected something amiss.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Yun Ya’s heart skipped a beat, keeping a straight face: "What could be wrong?" He yawned, "I’m sleepy, Brother Yan, goodnight." Without giving Yan Song time to react, he quickly hung up the call.
Clenching the phone, Yun Ya’s expression was grave, hoping Brother Yan wouldn’t find out.
Yan Song stared at the hung-up phone, his brows furrowed deeply.
What is this girl up to?
Yan Song lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
His intuition told him that something must have happened.
Jumping out of bed with a start, Yan Song grabbed his jacket and ran out.
The car stopped at the Yun Family’s gate, and Yan Song called Yun Ya.
After ringing three times with no answer, could she really be asleep?
He waited like that in the car for an hour until a car returned from behind and drove into the Ji Family Manor.
That was Yun Shen’s car.
Yan Song watched coldly, the corner of his mouth lifting into a mocking sneer.
This father of Yun Ya isn’t any good either, wildly manipulating housing prices, disregarding the public, just a businessman completely blinded by profit. Yan Nanmo has a very poor impression of this Yun Shen. Since he is Yun Ya’s father, as a future father-in-law, Yan Song might not like him, but he wouldn’t offend him. However, the man had actually sent an assassin after Yun Ya, could the son be unaware?
All in all, this Yun Shen is also an accomplice.
What kind of family does Yun Ya have? Every time he thought about it, Yan Song’s heart ached unbearably.
The phone lay on the table, with calls coming in over and over, but Yun Ya never answered.
There was a pause for an hour, and Yun Ya breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Brother Yan had fallen asleep.
But at that moment, the ringtone sounded again.
Yun Ya’s heart jolted, and after hesitating, she answered the call.
Before she could speak, Yan Song’s voice came from the phone.
"I’m at your doorstep, put on some more clothes and come out, I want to see you."
Yun Ya clenched the hand holding the phone tighter, "Brother Yan, I’ve already gone to sleep~"
"If you were asleep, how could you answer the phone? If you don’t want to see me, just say so," he said, his tone somewhat cold.
Yun Ya offered a bitter smile: "Alright, I can’t hide anything from Brother Yan’s eyes, I’m not at home."
"Ji Yunya, you dare to lie to me?" Yan Song’s voice was beyond cold now.
"I’m in Hong Kong."
Yan Song’s brows were so tightly knitted they could crush a fly: "You better tell me exactly what’s going on."
"Alright, I’ll tell you..."
After listening to Yun Ya’s words, Yan Song’s voice was stern: "Such a big thing has happened, and you dared to hide it from me, Ji Yunya, you’ve grown quite bold, haven’t you."
"Brother Yan, I didn’t do this intentionally, I just didn’t want you to worry... you..." The call suddenly disconnected.
Yun Ya’s words stopped abruptly.
Is Brother Yan angry?
Yun Ya sat on the toilet, hugging her knees, burying her head in them, feeling miserable as if her heart was splitting open.
Miaomiao is missing, maybe enduring much bullying, he’s afraid of strangers, and now who knows how scared he might be. Thinking of this, she wished she could tear Yun Shu to pieces.
And Brother Yan was angry with her, what if he never paid attention to her again, what should she do?
Ning Zihuan’s voice came from the doorway: "Yun Ya, are you alright?"
Yun Ya jolted awake, how could she cower now, she must save Miaomiao.
Opening the door, Yun Ya’s expression was indifferent, "Nothing’s wrong, Zihuan, you’ve been troubled today, go rest for a while."
"Aren’t we friends? Isn’t it a bit distant to talk like that?" Ning Zihuan’s smile was pure and warm, like a sunny big boy.
Sitting down on the sofa, Yun Ya, though lost in thought, maybe too tired, fell asleep without realizing it.
Ning Zihuan carried her to the bed, his first time so close to her, his heart nearly leaping out in excitement, she felt so light, as if weightless like a feather.
Gently placing her in bed and looking at her furrowed brows even in sleep, Ning Zihuan smiled.
Tucking her in carefully, he sat by the bedside, his gaze fixed on her sleeping face.
A while later, the phone Yun Ya left on the sofa rang. Ning Zihuan, seeing Yun Ya sleeping soundly, walked over to pick it up. The caller ID showed—Brother Yan—
Ning Zihuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he chose to ignore it.