"I’m sorry, Lady Yan, but I cannot agree to this,"
in the simple and bright café, Yun Shu said lightly, holding a cup of coffee.
Zhuang Xiyue doubted her own ears, looking incredulously at the woman opposite her, "Lady Yun, are you joking?"
Before she ca, she had even planned how to organize the banquet, how many guests to invite, because in her imagination, the Yun Family would never reject such an opportunity.
If she wanted to take Yun Ya as her god-daughter, she could not bypass Yun Shen and Yun Shu. Although she was reluctant, she still arranged a eting with Yun Shu to discuss it. To her surprise, as soon as she made the request, it was almost imdiately refused with hardly any hesitation.
"Lady Yan, do I look like I’m joking?" Yun Shu’s smile was light as a feather, the epito of grace.
"Yun Ya is a smart and well-behaved child, and I indeed like her very much. But, Lady Yan, you don’t know, I once had Yun Ya’s fortune told, and it revealed that she bears misfortune and might cause her mother’s death. As much as I don’t want to believe it, you see, Lanyi has already had an accident. I can’t help but worry. If you truly like Yun Ya, just keep an eye on her from ti to ti. But as for taking her as your god-daughter, I advise you to rest this idea; Yun Ya can’t accept such deep affection from you."
She paused, then added, "The status of the Yan Family is well known to ; for Yun Ya to beco your god-daughter would seemingly be a wonderful thing. Why would I refuse it?"
Let Yun Ya beco Zhuang Xiyue’s god-daughter? Wait for her to grow strong and bite the hand that fed her?
Yun Shu would never allow such a thing to happen. Everything needed to be nipped in the bud as soon as possible. It seed it was ti to send Yun Ya and Yun Miao away quickly.
Zhuang Xiyue didn’t believe her at all, but with Yun Shu not agreeing and being Yun Ya’s grandmother, it would be unreasonable to bypass her.
"Lady Yun, I’m very grateful for your concern, but I do not believe in such things. I like Yun Ya, and that’s enough," Zhuang Xiyue said.
What spell had Yun Ya cast on Zhuang Xiyue? Despite everything Yun Shu said, the other party would not give in.
"Lady Yan," Yun Shu sighed helplessly, "I understand your fondness for Yun Ya, but please consider the little masters as well. I’m very grateful for your deep fondness for Yun Ya, but let’s put an end to this matter of acknowledging kinship, and I hope you won’t bring it up again in the future."
Yun Shu didn’t want to offend Zhuang Xiyue. Both were shrewd people. If the conversation got to this point and the other party still wouldn’t let up, she would seriously doubt Zhuang Xiyue’s intentions towards Yun Ya.
Zhuang Xiyue now saw clearly, all that talk of misfortune and causing her mother’s death was just an excuse, the words so prettily spoken were just a way of not wanting Yun Ya to beco her god-daughter.
"Lady Yun, I hope you will reconsider. Don’t make such a hasty decision. Shouldn’t you ask for Yun Ya’s opinion before refusing?"
Yun Shu’s smile was gentle and elegant, "I am Yun Ya’s guardian, and I know very well what I am doing. No matter how long I consider it, the result will be the sa."
Zhuang Xiyue’s smile faltered. She had never encountered soone so stubborn. Suppressing her anger, she forced a slight smile, "Let’s not speak so definitively, Lady Yun. We’ll see how it goes," she said, no longer looking at Yun Shu as she picked up her bag and stood to leave.
Yun Shu’s smile remained unchanged.
It seed she had completely offended Zhuang Xiyue, but so what? She wasn’t scared of won like her even by the dozen. The worst scenario would be to let Yun Ya grow strong under the influence of the Yan Family.
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"It’s driving insane." The mont she got ho, Zhuang Xiyue threw her bag onto the couch, hands on hips, and fud angrily.
Yan Nanmo erged from the kitchen, wearing ho clothes and an apron, with a spoon still in hand, an image of the perfect househusband.
"What’s wrong, wife? Who’s upset you?" A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. Whoever dared to upset his wife, Yan Nanmo, surely didn’t want to live a long life.
Zhuang Xiyue glanced at him, "Why are you ho? Weren’t you supposed to be at a eting in City R?"
Yan Nanmo raised an eyebrow, "The eting ended early so I ca back. Today is a special day; I gave the housekeeper a day off. I’ll be cooking today to make a big al for us."
When it ca to cooking, Yan Nanmo did have the skills of a chef, but he rarely cooked.
Zhuang Xiyue frowned slightly, "What special day is it?"
Yan Nanmo’s face turned dark in an instant, "Wife, you’ve broken my heart. How could you forget such an important day? I... I... I might as well kill myself with a block of tofu."
Zhuang Xiyue ntally flipped through the calendar several tis but couldn’t figure out what the special day was. Their anniversary? It had just passed and was nowhere near. Her birthday? Nope, nor was it Nanmo’s.
"What is this special day? I don’t rember," she said.
Yan Nanmo looked at her with a wounded expression, "Have you forgotten? Ten years ago today? It’s the anniversary of our first night together."
Zhuang Xiyue’s face flushed crimson, "Yan Nanmo, you shaless..." She snatched up her bag and ran upstairs as if fleeing.
Yan Nanmo raised his eyebrows, chuckling, "I’ll deal with you later tonight."
"Oh no, my dish..." He hurried back to the kitchen.
Yan Ke fiddled with his beloved Transforrs toy while curiously asking, "Brother... what is an anniversary of a first night?"
Yan Song withdrew his gaze, which held a pang of heartache, and grunted, "Who should I ask if you’re asking ? Scram, don’t bother here."
Yan Ke pouted his lips in hurt, his brother was so fierce, but for the sake of the Transforrs, he forgave him.
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