Yan Song’s expression remained unchanged. He already knew this long ago; a bunch of monsters and demons—if they are not afraid to die, let them co.
At this mont, Yan Nanmo strode in from outside the door. Although he was middle-aged, ti seed to have left no trace on him. His pair of peach blossom eyes had faded from the dazzling passion of his youth, becoming more reserved and profound, exuding the majesty and aura of a superior. Just a casual glance felt like it left nowhere to hide.
The two brothers simultaneously stood up. Yan Song’s posture was upright, his tone firm and confident: "Dad."
Yan Nanmo, upon seeing Yan Song, rarely showed a smile: "It’s good you’re back. Where’s your mom?"
Yan Ke pointed upstairs: "Sister Yun Ya is also here. My mom is with her upstairs."
Yan Nanmo glanced subtly at Yan Song, smiling: "Ah, Yun Ya is also here. Looks like the house will be lively for a while."
Yan Nanmo then stepped towards the stairs: "Co with ."
Yan Song pressed his lips together and followed him up.
The study—
Yan Nanmo sat down behind the desk, and the secretary placed the docunts in front of him, respectfully retreating afterwards.
Yan Nanmo worked for a while, with Yan Song standing in front of the desk, motionless as a pine tree, his cold eyes reserved.
It’s unclear how much ti passed until the clock pointed to nine, and Yan Nanmo finally put down the docunts he held.
"Seems like the past two years have been fruitful for you; the impatience you had has faded," Yan Nanmo evaluated the young man before him with his usual critical eye, quite pleased with this son.
"It’s thanks to your good guidance, Dad," Yan Song responded coldly.
Yan Nanmo couldn’t help laughing: "You cheeky brat, you’ve learned flattery after all."
Yan Nanmo’s gaze shifted, casually continuing: "I’m in this position now, and our Yan Family is too prominent; this is not a good phenonon. Yet, your grandfather, the older he gets, the more he wants to shine the Yan Family’s na. I understand his intent, but in the current environnt, those who stick their necks out are shot down. You are the hope of our Yan Family, and I don’t want you to run into trouble."
Yan Song’s eyes slightly shifted, and he looked deeply at the man before him, his throat moving slightly, then he spoke calmly after a while: "I understand."
Yan Nanmo nodded with a smile: "You’ve been smart as a child and sensitive to political dynamics; I am very assured of you."
"I’ve heard about Elder Shu’s matters, but you don’t need to worry about this. He’s at the age of retirent, not much involved in things these past two years."
What it ans is, just listen to what he says; don’t take it to heart. Just a commander of a military district, still putting on airs.
Forced marriage for the sake of so so-called future, marrying off a son to a woman he doesn’t like, Yan Nanmo deeply despised this. He absolutely would not allow such a thing to happen to his own son. A man should stand proudly, responsible for his country, family, and kin, but marriage should never be used as a bargaining chip.
This was his boundary.
Yan Song raised his eyebrows slightly, casting a glance at his father.
Yan Nanmo seed to understand what he was thinking and played with the Jade Ruyi in his hand, smiling: "Still with that girl?"
Yan Song’s brow twitched, and he smiled faintly: "Is your son soone who would start things recklessly and abandon them?"
Yan Nanmo laughed heartily: "Looks like that girl has you completely wrapped around her finger. Now I’m relieved; at least you won’t be out gallivanting. Except that with your mom..." Yan Nanmo rubbed his brow, having almost forgotten this issue.
Yan Song frowned: "What’s the matter with my mom?"
Yan Nanmo looked at his son, who was taller than himself, helplessly saying: "Your mom is at a loss, persistently trying to pair Yun Ya with your brother, even saying she plans to announce their engagent at your grandfather’s birthday banquet tomorrow. Truly, she’s matchmaking blindly. I’ve been rather busy lately and almost forgot about this; tomorrow is fast approaching. I have to stop her quickly, or else you’ll bear the label of snatching your brother’s fiancée."
Yan Song’s expression imdiately beca ice cold.
"Engagent...?" Thinking about that Dark Jade Pendant, Yun Ya’s hesitant words, and her stealthy etings with Yan Ke, everything was now explained.
Seeing his son’s grim expression, Yan Nanmo sighed: "Don’t bla your mom. Because when you were a child, you fought with Yun Ya, bullying the little girl terribly. Since then, your mom never considered pairing the two of you. Tonight I’ll try to persuade her again; if I can’t convince her, we’ll just have to speak honestly. It’s better than making a scene tomorrow and being laughed at."
Yan Song felt a surge of emotions held in his heart—the feeling of being deceived by those closest to him, with everyone knowing and only him unaware—it was truly awful.
Actually, the reason why Yan Nanmo agreed to Ji Yunya and Yan Song’s relationship is, on one hand, he didn’t want to break apart a loving couple. He’s experienced, and profoundly understands that a marriage without love is like a tomb; he wouldn’t let his son live in such a tomb. The most important reason is what he just ntioned: Ah Song is too conspicuous, already attracting a lot of attention. Marriage alliances are no longer necessary, whether with the ng Family or the Dongfang Family; they wouldn’t aid Ah Song but rather beco stumbling blocks on his path forward.
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