The more she thought about it, the more indignant she felt. "Aren’t you the National Goddess? The pure jade girl? Let’s see how the public will chastise you if it gets out that you have a boyfriend, and he happens to be a second-generation rich kid."
But as soon as she rembered the warning look in Qin Du’s eyes, a shiver ran down her spine. What would she do if Qin Du caused her trouble? Her jealousy towards Ji Yunya overca her fear of Qin Du; she could no longer care about the consequences.
Returning to the restaurant, she hid behind a half-person tall potted plant in a corner, took out her phone, and sneakily snapped a picture of the two. With a "click," she forgot to silence the shutter, and the sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet restaurant. She cursed under her breath and ran away in a panic, clutching her phone.
Qin Du knitted his brows and stood up, intending to chase after her, but Yun Ya said indifferently, "Brother Ah Du, let it be."
"She’s going to talk nonsense online, which will affect your reputation."
Yun Ya chuckled, "Am I supposed to sneak around and hide everything I do and say from now on? I haven’t done anything wrong, so why should I be nervous?"
Qin Du gave her a glance and said with a smile, "You are indeed broad-minded. Forget it, don’t let these things affect your mood."
Yun Ya curved her lips, broad-minded? She just thought that dealing with such scum required a more indirect approach.
——
As soon as Yan Song got off the plane and turned on his phone, the first thing he did was to call Yun Ya. After trying three or four tis with no answer, he was frantic. "What are you doing? Why aren’t you answering the phone?"
Finally, the call connected and Yan Song was delighted. He called out, "Yaya..."
Following that, a man’s voice ca through the phone—gentle and familiar, tinged with a hidden doting tone.
Yan Song tightened his grip on the phone, his eyes narrowing coldly.
Dammit, it was Qin Du.
During the month he was gone, has he been in frequent contact with Yun Ya? They already knew each other well, Qin Du’s intentions were crystal clear—what if he stole Yun Ya away?
The thought made him so furious he wanted to kill soone, and before he could speak, the call was abruptly ended.
Looking at the darkened phone screen, Yan Song fought the urge to smash it, hurriedly left the airport, and hailed a taxi.
The driver saw the young man dressed in black with a black peaked cap, his coat’s hood draped over his head, making his already slender and tall figure even more distinct. The cap covered half of his face, revealing just a beautifully curved jawline, his profile cold and stunning. His lips were pressed tightly together, exuding an inexplicable aura of chill and mystery.
"Where to?" asked the driver, his voice trembling slightly with apprehension.
The young man looked up, and under the peaked cap was an excessively handso face—thick brows, bright eyes—that shone even more distinctly in the dim light of the car. A pair of jet-black, cold eyes stared straight ahead, like two sharp swords piercing directly into one’s heart.
The driver’s heart skipped a beat, tensing under that intense gaze.
"Qinglin Mountain."
Ji Family Manor was located on Qinglin Mountain.
The driver dared not to delay and hit the road.
Yan Song rubbed his brow. He couldn’t sleep on the plane but was actually very tired. Now all he wanted was to collapse on a big bed and sleep soundly, but until he saw Yun Ya, sleep eluded him.
The thought of her being with Qin Du right now... He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
His phone rang at that mont, and Yan Song saw that it was Zhuang Xiyue calling.
He answered.
"You finally turned on your phone. Do you have any idea how worried Mom is? I heard from your third uncle that you’ve already left Capital City. Are you back in Jiangzhou?"
Yan Song’s voice was hoarse: "Yes."
"Really, just one wrong step. Your dad, your brother, and I returned to Capital City this morning. If I had known, I would’ve waited for you with your brother. Your things have already been moved to Capital City, but Aunt Lin is still at the house. Just make do for one night at ho, then co back to Capital City tomorrow. Your dad, your brother, and I all miss you a lot."
Yan Song pursed his lips: "I still have things to take care of in Jiangzhou, and I can’t make it tomorrow. We’ll talk later." With that, he hung up the phone.
Zhuang Xiyue huffed, "That kid, saying he has things to handle in Jiangzhou—what could be more important than Mom and Dad? I’ve always said he’s sowhat heartless, and you didn’t believe . Look now, we’re not even in his eyes." Zhuang Xiyue stepped out of the airport, grumbling to herself.
Yan Nanmo shook his head with a smile. Of course, a wife is more important than a mother. As soone who has been through it, he understood his son all too well.
But of course, he wouldn’t voice that aloud, or Ah Yue would certainly get furiously ruffled.
Yan Ke looped his arm through Zhuang Xiyue’s and said cheerfully, "That’s why I’m the thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket, right? As for my brother, don’t count on him, he’ll be a classic case of ’get a wife, forget your mom’ in the future."
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