Yun Ya lowered her voice and said, "Calling aunt will make feel old. In the future, when there’s no one around, you can call sister. When there are people, just call aunt. I haven’t even married your uncle yet, and you’re calling aunt. People who don’t know might think I have a thick skin, hmph..."
Wei Xuan’s eyes sparkled with laughter as she covered her mouth and giggled.
A half-peeled apple rolled to Yun Ya’s feet with a "gurgle" sound. Yun Ya turned her head to see ng Shujing looking at Wei Xuan incredulously. Suddenly, she covered her mouth, raced over, and hugged Wei Xuan tightly.
"Xuanxuan, you finally spoke."
She had taken Xuanxuan to the hospital; her hearing and vocal cords were fine. Not speaking was just due to childhood autism. She had spent so much effort on this, but the child just wouldn’t speak. She thought not to force the child and that when she wanted to speak, she would naturally do so, just going with the flow.
Unexpectedly, she suddenly started talking now. ng Shujing tearfully and contently said, "Good child, call Grandma."
"Grandma," she called out crisply and sweetly.
"Aye," ng Shujing responded heavily, tears flowing like rain.
"Yun Ya, you’re incredible. No matter what I tried, the child just wouldn’t speak, and with just a few words from you, she did." ng Shujing didn’t know how to thank Yun Ya enough.
"In the future, show her more love and care, and she’ll gradually get better."
However, Yun Ya knew in her heart that childhood shadows wouldn’t fade with ti; instead, they’d beco more profound. The only way out was to resolve them with love.
Zhuang Xiyue was waiting for Yun Ya in the car at the hospital entrance. Yun Ya was now a celebrity, and wherever she went, she was recognized. She finally made it out of the hospital, slipped into the car, and left the crazed fans behind.
Zhuang Xiyue smiled and said, "You’re more famous now than a Hollywood star."
Yun Ya smiled helplessly, "Aunt Zhuang, please don’t tease ."
The two first went to a beauty salon, and after doing beauty treatnts, they went to eat. The restaurant had an elegant atmosphere, with private booth seating. The sunshine outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was bright, and as they ate, they chatted casually, creating a very warm atmosphere.
"Right, after dinner, let’s check out the dresses. Your Aunt Mo has a store in Capital City. She’s currently abroad, but she has already prepared the dresses. We’ll try them on later, and if there’s anything that doesn’t fit, we’ll have them altered promptly."
Yun Ya nodded, "Okay."
After finishing their al, they were about to leave the restaurant when two people ca down from upstairs. One was a middle-aged woman dressed like a nouveau riche, walking with her chest out and head held high, afraid others wouldn’t see the gold glittering on her.
When the woman passed by Zhuang Xiyue, she deliberately bumped into her. Zhuang Xiyue, wearing five-centiter high heels, wasn’t prepared and stumbled backward.
"Aunt Zhuang, be careful." Yun Ya quickly reached out to steady her, preventing an awkward fall for Zhuang Xiyue.
Zhuang Xiyue steadied herself with Yun Ya’s help, coldly surveying the woman in front of her.
The woman was startled by the look in the other woman’s eyes, then puffed out her chest to show she wasn’t afraid.
"What are you looking at? Never seen a lady of luxury?" With a heavy northeastern accent, the woman’s words ca with a strong garlic sll mixed with bad breath, making Yun Ya almost gag.
The woman glanced sideways at Zhuang Xiyue, a flash of jealousy passing through her eyes.
Her refined appearance, elegant deanor, and poised gestures were graceful as a painting. Without saying anything, the innate aura she emitted already left the woman feeling inferior.
"Hey, you wrinkled my clothes, can you afford to pay for that?" the woman shouted aggressively.
Zhuang Xiyue thought to herself about what a lunatic she had t, but maintained a proper smile, "If there’s any offense, I apologize here to the lady." She appeared well-mannered and cultivated.
The difference between this and the woman’s vulgar manners was a world apart.
The young woman next to her looked at the two, feeling they seed familiar but couldn’t rember where she’d seen them. Their simple yet high-end clothing hinted they weren’t ordinary people. She pulled the woman’s arm and whispered, "Aunt, let it go."
The woman snorted, "If not for my niece, I definitely wouldn’t let you off so easily. Now hurry up and leave."
Zhuang Xiyue, in the spirit of resolving the matter peacefully, resisted the urge to give this crazy woman a slap, coldly laughed, "One cannot discuss ice with a sumr insect."
User Comments
0 comments from readers