Her inner ear itched and Yun Ya pushed him away abruptly, "Stay away from , I really can’t stand you anymore." She pointed to her mouth, "Look, it’s all red and swollen. How am I supposed to go out and see people like this?"
Yan Song gently massaged it with his hand, "Then stay at ho and keep company. Don’t go anywhere."
Yun Ya pouted, "I want to go back and see Miaomiao. Aunt Li said on the phone this morning that Miaomiao waited for to co back all night and only fell asleep when she couldn’t stay awake any longer. I haven’t shown up for two days, Miaomiao will be worried."
Yan Song said, "Then I’ll go back with you."
"That’s the only option."
The two of them packed their things, and Du Shan drove them back to the Ji Family Manor. They hadn’t even gotten close when they saw reporters all around the manor waiting eagerly. As soon as they saw a car coming down the Panshan Road, their eyes lit up as if they had discovered a new continent and sward over.
"Miss Ji... is that Miss Ji’s car?"
"Miss Ji is inside, please, Miss Ji, accept our interview..."
...
Feeling helpless, Yun Ya was fortunate that the car was well sealed, and the people outside couldn’t see inside at all. She nestled in Yan Song’s arms and instructed Du Shan, "Brother Du, drive the car in, and be careful not to hurt anyone."
"Yes, Miss."
Du Shan’s car horn blared, and there was not the slightest pause in the crowd. He was very good at avoiding any injuries, so the reporters had no choice but to step back and make way. The iron gate slowly opened just enough for the car to pass through, and the vehicle swiftly shot inside. By the ti the reporters sward over, the iron gate was already closing slowly, cutting off all sight of them, leaving the journalists clinging to the gate’s bars, helplessly watching as the car sped away.
The manor was equipped with the most advanced security system; those reporters couldn’t get in. Yun Ya also had especially warned the servants about being careful, so there was no need to worry about leaks.
Aunt Li’s eyes sparkled when she saw Yan Song. Wasn’t this Young Master Yan? It had been over a month since she had seen him. He looked tanner and thinner than before, but he seed more energetic and even more handso.
"Young Master Yan, please have a seat, Cuicui, serve the tea," Aunt Li promptly greeted him with enthusiasm.
He could potentially be their future son-in-law; she surely had to attend to him properly.
Yun Ya gave a resigned smile, "Aunt Li, no need to be so courteous with him. Where’s Miaomiao? I’m going to see her."
Aunt Li said, "The young master has been staying in his room, not letting anyone in. He even had leave his als at the door, but I noticed he hasn’t eaten much." Whenever Miss Ji wasn’t around, the young master would beco very withdrawn, not letting anyone near him, including Ji Die.
At that mont, Ji Die ca downstairs with one hand supporting her back, "Yaya’s back."
When she saw the tall figure standing next to Yun Ya, she involuntarily frowned, then nodded slightly, "Master Yan."
Yan Song returned the gesture with a polite smile, "Aunt Die."
Ji Die didn’t particularly like him, but she also didn’t dislike him. Based on appearance and family background, this young man was the most suitable match for their little miss. But sohow, she just felt that he was full of ulterior motives, seducing the young miss to do those things at such a tender age. Being a very conservative person, this made Ji Die feel extrely uncomfortable.
"I’m going upstairs to see Miaomiao. Brother Yan, make yourself at ho, don’t be shy," Yun Ya said before making her way upstairs quickly.
Yan Song instinctively wanted to follow, but Ji Die chuckled, "Young Master Yan, the young master is quite averse to strangers. It’s better not to go up."
Strangers? Yan Song glanced at Ji Die, his lips curving into a smile, noncommittal.
"Master Yan, don’t just stand there, please, have a seat," Ji Die gestured as she sat on the sofa.
Yan Song sat down after her.
Cuicui brought the tea over, but seeing the young man seated on the sofa, her hand trembled, nearly spilling the beverage.
It wasn’t her first ti seeing Yan Song, but the young man was truly dazzling. What young girl wouldn’t harbor a crush? She was no exception.
For people like them, even a single glance was a luxury.
Aunt Li noticed her mishap and glared at her fiercely, gesturing for her to leave.
Cuicui bowed her head and silently withdrew.
"Master Yan, did you spend last night with the little miss?" Ji Die sipped her tea, asking casually.
Aunt Li frowned subconsciously. Ji Die was being too nosy. Miss Ji respected her as an elder and treated her like a master, but in the end, she was just a servant, just like her. She should just do her duty as a servant; what position or right did she have to inquire about the affairs of Miss Ji and Master Yan?
Yan Song smiled with downcast eyes, "Yes."
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