Yun Ya sat down beside him, pouring tea until his cup was full; the mist from the tea rendered her demure beauty even more ethereal.
"Oh, what makes you say that?"
"She must be sixty years old by now," Yan Song stroked his chin and asked.
Yun Ya thought for a mont, "She should be fifty-seven this year."
Yan Song raised an eyebrow, "Fifty-seven, yet looks like a young wife, tell , isn’t she a demon in disguise?" After saying that and thinking of sothing, a wickedness flashed across his eyes, "I’ve heard there was an evil magic in ancient tis, ’harvesting yang to replenish yin,’ absorbing n’s essence to keep a woman’s beauty eternal. I reckon your grandmother knows the trick well."
Yun Ya knew Yun Shu very well, who was extrely obsessive in her bones, especially when it ca to love; apart from Ji Huaixi, no other man existed in her eyes, and of course, no one was worthy of her body.
"If one maintains a regular routine and good quality of life, with periodic beauty treatnts, aging can be delayed. There’s a female star in the entertainnt industry nad ng Lian, who is sixty-five this year, yet looks just like a thirty-year-old young wife. And the kind of sorcery you’re talking about lacks any scientific basis."
Yan Song shrugged, "Okay, pretend I didn’t say anything."
Yun Ya narrowed her eyes slightly, truly, she was sowhat in awe of Yun Shu. Although her love was obsessive and insane, such twisted devotion had beco rare in today’s restless society.
Moreover, with her current condition, what kind of man couldn’t she find? Yet she had chosen not to do so, instead stubbornly keeping her chastity. For whom was she preserving it?
Yun Ya’s lips curved slightly, her eyes holding a frigid gleam.
She was determined to destroy, by her own hands, that which was most precious to her.
"Brother Yan, don’t you still have to go to school? I thought you wouldn’t stay for lunch," Yun Ya said as she handed him the teacup.
Yan Song took a sip and smiled at her, "What, my staying a while longer bothers you?"
Yun Ya replied with a cheerful laugh, "How could that be."
Yan Song ruffled her hair, sighing with a laugh, "You insincere girl, I know you can’t wait for to leave."
Yun Ya pouted, "Not at all, how could Brother Yan misunderstand like this."
Yan Song arched an eyebrow, "I have to deal personally with the demons and monsters of your family; otherwise, how could I be at ease leaving you here alone?"
Yun Ya lowered her gaze slightly, suppressing the impulse to throw herself into his arms, "Brother Yan, you are so good to ."
"Yun Ya, you’re finally back." A tender voice called out from upstairs, familiar enough to make Yun Ya narrow her eyes.
Turning her head, she saw Kang Jinxian in a pristine white dress descending the stairs.
She had lost weight, her complexion pale, yet her eyes were curved like crescents, sweet and obedient. Those bright eyes landed on Yun Ya, showing no trace of hurt.
She had beco calr and more shrewd than before.
Once burned, one indeed becos wiser. Yun Ya laughed sardonically, for after all, who couldn’t play this ga.
"Aunt Ah Xian, these days must have been tough for you, after all that happened. But don’t worry, the Yun Family isn’t easy to bully, and we won’t let Aunt suffer any grievances," Yun Ya said with concern.
Kang Jinxian’s smile remained unchanged, "I am planning to get engaged to He An. I expect you to co and drink to our happiness on our wedding day."
Yun Ya’s brows lifted slightly; this Kang Jinxian had indeed beco clever. Marrying He An was a way out. Although he was sowhat lacking in character, He An was the only son and the He Family was wealthy. By marrying in, she would beco the Family Head’s wife, which was the best option for Jinxian at the mont.
Of course, it’s easy for people not to understand and stew in their misery, but clearly, Kang Jinxian had figured it out, hence she could say these words with a beaming smile.
Yun Ya thought, her heart must be bleeding, so eager to claw her own face; for that reason, her smile was even brighter.
"Really? Then I must congratulate Aunt, I thought you were being pressured by He An, but it turns out you’re a love match, which couldn’t be better."
Sarcasm, naked sarcasm!
Looking at the radiant smile before her, Kang Jinxian felt an intense urge to mar that face. If it weren’t for her, how would Jinxian have fallen to such a state? She and Yun Shen were utterly through, and now she had no choice but to marry the ugly rogue He An.
Ji Yunya, I will be your nesis.
No matter the turmoil within her, her face still held an unchanged smile; Yun Ya saw the slight stiffness of her face, and sneered in her heart.
Her acting skills were becoming increasingly refined. Alas, hate, when it went to the extre, still unintentionally gave her away.
User Comments
0 comments from readers