Linshan maintained its usual tranquility, not a single bird’s call could be heard.
Yun Ya stepped into the villa, Qiao Yi stood at the door to personally welco her. Seeing Yun Ya enter, he imdiately walked briskly to greet her.
"Miss Ji, you’re here. Mr. Qiao has been waiting for quite so ti."
Yun Ya nodded lightly and swiftly walked inside.
Qiao Yi glanced sideways at Eighteen, "You just wait here."
The security level here is absolutely top-notch, not even an ant could sneak in. Eighteen is assured of Yun Ya’s safety and, upon hearing the command, pursed her lips, "Alright."
Qiao Yi glared at her, "I’ll settle with you later." With that, he quickly caught up with Yun Ya’s steps.
Watching his back, Eighteen stuck out her tongue, thinking, "The mistress hasn’t settled with you yet, and here you are blaming first."
In front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, Qiao Bowen turned his wheelchair around, looking at Yun Ya with a loving gaze, "You’re here."
Yun Ya smiled and asked, "How has Grandpa Qiao been recently?"
"You girl, you leave without even visiting ."
"It’s just there’s too much going on at ho. Aunt Zhuang and Uncle Yan are not around, and the third grandmother is sick. With all the matters big and small with the Yan Family, how could I not help manage things?"
"You haven’t married into the Yan Family yet, and they’re already exploiting you like this. You’ve lost so much weight in just a few days. I can’t believe that among all those people in the Yan Family, they can’t find anyone capable and have to bully a young girl like you?" Qiao Bowen said indignantly.
Yun Ya smiled and walked over, squatting down to massage Qiao Bowen’s legs, speaking softly and gently, "Grandpa Qiao, you’re overthinking. The Yan Family treats well, and since Aunt Zhuang is not around, it’s only right for to help take care of things."
Indeed, with the Yan Family currently dealing with sickness and traveling afar, there’s no one to take charge, Yun Ya is like a duck thrust onto the shelf. Fortunately, she manages both the internal and external affairs of the Yan Family so seamlessly, just like usual, which shows her skill and wisdom.
"If the Yan Family dares to bully you, you just tell , and I’ll back you up," Qiao Bowen said, patting his chest.
Yun Ya laughed, "Thank you so much, Grandpa Qiao."
Yun Ya never ntioned the reason she was called here, and after chatting for a while, Qiao Yi spoke from outside the door, "Mr. Qiao, lunch is ready."
"Let’s go, we’ll eat first."
Yun Ya pushed the wheelchair outside.
Lunch was very simple, consisting of two plates of ho-cooked dishes, a plate of homade tofu, a plate of braised eggplant, all foods ordinary people could eat daily, and finally a plate of stir-fried beef brisket, likely added specially as a at dish for Yun Ya.
"It might be humble to eat at my place," Qiao Bowen remarked.
Yun Ya picked up her chopsticks and said with a smile, "This is life."
Qiao Bowen looked at Yun Ya approvingly, "Well said, it’s rare for soone so young to have such understanding."
Yun Ya didn’t like talking while eating, she ate slowly and deliberately, her every movent carried a kind of graceful and refreshing aura.
Qiao Bowen occasionally lifted his eyes to glance at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions, sothing Yun Ya didn’t miss. She continued to eat quietly without giving any indication.
Though the dishes were humble, the chef was a master and still managed to imbue these ho-cooked als with exquisite flavors. However, there seed to lack a touch of life’s essence.
After lunch, Qiao Bowen went to his room to rest, while Yun Ya strolled around the yard, seeing Qiao Yi dragging Eighteen away, she couldn’t help but smile with pursed lips.
Thinking of Eighteen’s origins, Yun Ya looked at the distant verdant mountains and sighed softly.
Initially, Eighteen refused to admit, and Yun Ya said nothing. Eventually, Eighteen couldn’t withstand Yun Ya’s cold shoulder and confessed herself.
She only said she would pose no harm to Yun Ya and had promised soone to protect Yun Ya with her life, yet Eighteen was unwilling to reveal more about that person’s identity, although she declared that if Yun Ya wanted to inform Mr. Qiao, she wouldn’t intervene.
That look of facing death unflinchingly was sowhat amusing upon recollection.
Her martial arts are of the sa style as Mingyue’s, sothing Yun Ya realized early on. How could such a coincidence exist in the world? Mingyue left, and soon after, Eighteen arrived at her side.
Though Eighteen didn’t say, Yun Ya had already surmised; she is Mingyue’s person.
To embed soone into the Guoan Bureau’s special agent team shows that the force behind Mingyue is certainly not to be underestimated.
Towards Mingyue, there exists so resentnt in her heart, but now, all such resentnt has transford into longing and reminiscence.
"You dead Mingyue, let’s see what I do to you when you co back."
Who knows where she is now, has she found Miaomiao?
Upon waking from his afternoon nap, Qiao Bowen wanted Yun Ya to accompany him in playing chess — a board of chess pieces, a cup of leisurely tea, a ray of sunlight, the pleasure of life.
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