Having dropped that remark, Ji Die turned and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Yan Song wiped the sweat from his forehead. Dealing with this kind of woman was more exhausting than running ten kiloters.
After washing up, Yun Ya ca out and suddenly pounced, hugging Yan Song’s waist.
Yan Song glanced in the direction of the kitchen. With one look back, Ji Die could see the two of them, which probably ant the promise he’d just made was now null and void.
He couldn’t help but push Yun Ya: "Don’t let Aunt Die catch us."
Yun Ya hugged even tighter, "Anyway, she already knows, what are you afraid of?"
Yun Ya looked up at him, "You’re finally experiencing what it’s like for to face Aunt Zhuang and the rest, right?"
Yan Song sighed, "I can relate."
The two of them were being affectionate in the living room, and Ji Die, busy making breakfast, didn’t notice.
When breakfast was ready and brought out, seeing the two of them hugging like conjoined twins, her complexion wasn’t good, but she didn’t say anything.
Actually, she wasn’t blaming them, she felt more heartache. Perhaps it was the lack of affection from a young age that made Miss rely so much on a man.
She hoped that Master Yan could truly cherish Miss as he said he would, for a lifeti, and place her at the center of his heart. If he ever dared to make Miss sad and cry, she would definitely fight him with all she had.
After breakfast, Yun Ya and Yan Song discussed going to the hospital to see Pei Qinghan. Yun Ya asked Yan Song to wait for her downstairs as she had a few words to say to Ji Die.
Yan Song stroked Yun Ya’s hair, asked nothing, and turned to leave.
In the living room, Ji Die was cleaning up the dishes.
Yun Ya sat down on the living room sofa, "Aunt Die, if I rember correctly, ten years ago, you confessed to Uncle Qin, and he rejected you, right?"
"Clatter," a bowl fell to the floor and shattered.
Her painful mories brought up, Ji Die’s face turned pale.
Yun Ya curled her lips, her expression serene and picturesque: "What’s so good about Ji Lanyi that after all these years, Uncle Qin still hasn’t forgotten her? Where do you not outshine her, Aunt Die, you’re gentle and intellectual, surely a virtuous wife and a good mother. Uncle Qin really has poor taste."
"Yun Ya, she is your mother, you can’t call her by her na," Ji Lanyi’s tone trembled slightly.
"Ah... sorry, it’s just that I’m used to calling her that. The word ’mom’ really doesn’t co out easily. The na Ji Lanyi, it rolls off the tongue better."
Ji Die bent down to pick up the broken pieces, but accidentally cut her hand, and a bead of blood instantly welled up, stinging her eyes.
"But if you think about it, it does make sense. You’re just a servant of the Ji Family, with no power or status, and not particularly remarkable in looks. Why should Uncle Qin settle for less? Ji Lanyi, after all, has the reputation of being the top belle, I can even imagine her grace."
"Miss, please stop," Ji Die said with a choked voice.
Yun Ya sighed, squatted down beside her, and took her hand with concern: "Why are you bleeding? Let bandage it for you."
She took Ji Die to the sofa and found an alcohol swab for disinfection first, then blew gently on the wound: "Just like when I was little. If I hurt my finger, Aunt Die would blow on it, and then it wouldn’t hurt."
That innocent expression took Ji Die’s thoughts back to a long ti ago.
The Miss was very strict with Missy, imposing etiquette and accomplishnts on her since she was young in order to cultivate her classical deanor. She even had Missy learn the guzheng. A child three or four years old, with skin so delicate you could almost squeeze water out of it, and the strings so sharp, Missy often had her hands full of blood. Yet the Miss never relented. Whenever Missy slacked off, the water bowl balanced on her head would imdiately drench her. If the water spilled that day, she would not be allowed to eat dinner or sleep, a harshness that pained Ji Die deeply.
Following the Miss, Missy was also stubborn and never complained of pain or fatigue. Even with hands covered in blood, she maintained a perfect smile, continuing the piece she was playing.
The result was that Missy’s hands were almost ruined from the practice. Afterwards, the Miss never cared what state Missy’s hands were in; it was always she who bandaged Missy. Back then, Missy was so sensible, even comforting her in return.
Rembering these past events made Ji Die’s eyes well up with a sour feeling.
"Miss..."
"Call Yaya."
Yun Ya spoke softly, her eyes filled with tender affection: "Aunt Die, you raised Miaomiao and since we were little. In our hearts, you are just like our mother."
She sighed, "I wish you could have your happiness, but unfortunately, Uncle Qin doesn’t like you... "
"What’s so good about Ji Lanyi? She’s selfish, an, and an irresponsible woman. How does soone like that deserve happiness? And how does she deserve Uncle Qin’s love?"
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