"Brother Yan...." She held the man’s hand, yet he heartlessly brushed her off, turning away decisively, his back cold and unfeeling.
Yun Ya shouted, waking abruptly from the dream, suddenly sitting up.
The heart-wrenching pain of that last mont still lingered in her heart, fingers trembled slightly, tears stread down, soaking the pillowcase unknowingly.
This dream was too real.
She hugged her knees, burying her head between her legs, gasping heavily.
It’s just a dream, not real, Ji Yunya, what are you afraid of?
She repeatedly told herself.
Sitting dazedly for a long ti, Aunt Lin’s voice ca from outside the door: "Miss Ji, have you gotten up?"
Yun Ya hastily wiped away her tears, spoke with a calm voice, "I’m up."
"Breakfast is ready, Miss. Co down to eat after refreshing yourself."
"Alright."
Hearing the footsteps fade away, Yun Ya took a deep breath, patted her cheeks, it’s not the worst situation yet, why worry blindly.
After refreshing, Yun Ya wore the sa clothes as yesterday and walked downstairs, the dining room, everyone was seated, except Yun Ya, her heart tightened, but she walked over with a decent smile.
"Sorry, I woke up late and kept everyone waiting."
Zhuang Xiyue laughed: "Girls are always a bit delicate, waking up late is fine, our family doesn’t have many rules, don’t be restrained, have a seat."
Zhuang Xiyue’s attitude was no different from yesterday, still warm and considerate, hasn’t Aunt Zhuang thought more about it?
Yun Ya thought to herself, but in the next mont was pulled over by Zhuang Xiyue to sit by her side, the main seat was occupied by Yan Nanmo, to his right was Yan Song, next to him Yan Ke, and to the left were Zhuang Xiyue and her.
Yun Ya hadn’t seen Yan Nanmo last night, suddenly seeing him, she stood up courteously and called, "Uncle Yan, I should have greeted you last night."
Yan Nanmo looked at the young girl in front of him, more beautiful and elegant than two years ago, smiled and nodded: "It’s alright, sit down and eat."
No wonder his cold son bent his waist, this girl, is indeed outstanding.
Yun Ya had just sat down when Yan Ke winked at her, "Sister Yun Ya, did you sleep well last night?"
Yun Ya smiled gently: "The bed was very comfortable."
As the words fell, Yan Song’s aningful gaze glanced over, Yun Ya, intuition awakened, glared at him secretly, what are you thinking, she ant to say she slept comfortably.
Afraid of being detected by the others, she quickly lowered her gaze, nonchalantly picking up her chopsticks.
Zhuang Xiyue glanced at Yan Song, then at Yun Ya beside her, winked at Yan Nanmo.
How foolish she was before, not noticing the undercurrents between this pair...
Yan Nanmo chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusent.
Yan Ke rolled his eyes, getting less reserved, placing him, the fiancé, in what position?
"Today is the old man’s birthday, you all dress sharply, half of Capital City’s nobility will co, don’t lose the Yan family’s face." With that, he looked at Yun Ya: "The clothes have been sent over this morning, finish eating and follow to change, and this hairstyle, this skin, all need proper touch-up, although you are naturally beautiful, but I don’t mind you being even prettier."
Yun Ya’s cheeks flushed red, she lowered her head quietly eating.
"Engagent, although you’re not ready, this aunt won’t force you, but you still have to pass the old man’s level, I’ve told him in advance, the old man is pretty curious about you."
Yun Ya’s heart constricted, she tightened her grip on the chopsticks.
Yan Song’s eyes turned cold, silently glanced at Zhuang Xiyue, and at the ostrich like person with her head down.
Yan Ke lounged in his seat with a devilish grin: "Sister Yun Ya, don’t worry, the grandpa is very nice, he will surely like you."
Yan Ke’s words were nothing short of adding fuel to the fire, feeling the cold aura beside her, it was like her skin was being jabbed with ice shards, painful and cold.
Yan Song "slamd" his chopsticks down, the chair screeched as it moved, the man strode out of the dining room.
"Brother, you haven’t finished eating, how can you leave, wasting food is immoral." Yan Ke shouted at Yan Song’s back, sowhat gleeful in his tone.
Yan Song’s steps quickened, his fists clenching with cracking sounds, you’re dead at!
Yun Ya instinctively shrank her neck, Zhuang Xiyue smilingly said: "That’s just his temperant, always acting like soone owes him money, don’t mind him."
Yun Ya was on the verge of tears.
After breakfast, Yun Ya was led to the room by Zhuang Xiyue, soon an exotic makeup artist ca in carrying sothing, seeing Yun Ya stunned by her beauty.
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