Yan Song smiled helplessly: "I knew it when I first saw him." Yun Ya murmured: "I didn’t expect him to be...." The hand on her waist suddenly tightened, pulling Yun Ya into his arms. Yan Song pressed his forehead against hers: "What are you thinking about?" Yun Ya snapped back to reality and glared at him fiercely: "What are you jealous about?" Yan Song chuckled, stroking her long hair, gently and tenderly, making one’s heart flutter. "How could he... be the illegitimate son of the Pei Family?" Yun Ya had never thought he would have such a lineage. Despite their long association in the past, he had never mentioned it. "His mother was a maid in the Pei Family at the time, and Pei Yu had a one-night stand with her, leaving behind a seed. Later, that woman was expelled from the Pei Family by Lady Pei and returned to her hometown in Jiangzhou. Soon after, she discovered she was pregnant...." So this was his background, no wonder he grew up to be a thug. "You’re only allowed to think about me, no other men." Yan Song said domineeringly. Yun Ya laughed and cried simultaneously, "Even if I did, you wouldn’t know." Yan Song’s hand went inside, a bit assertive, prompting Yun Ya to pound his chest: "You’re terrible...." Thɪs chapter is updated by noᴠelfire.net "Can’t do, still too small, seems it needs more nourishment...." "Yan Song, you rascal...." In the courtyard behind, the bedroom lights were on, casting a blurry silhouette on the window. A man lay horizontally at the bed’s head, his robe partially undone, revealing a large part of his alluring chest, his features refined like jade in the light, with his eyebrows expressing a seductive spring light, wildly intoxicating. The man slightly closed his eyes, as if savoring something, his expression blissful. A few minutes earlier, the woman lay on this very bed; what a pity, she was a peerless beauty, yet fourth brother’s unromantic nature ruined the beauty.... "Master." A shadow flickered outside the house. "Come in." The man said, disinterested. A figure in black pushed open the door and entered. "Spotted traces of Young Master Song at the courtyard gate." "Oh, he’s come to join the fun too, just him?" "And... his fiancée." "Hmm, heard she’s a peerless beauty, might as well seize the chance to witness...." The figure in black bowed his head. "Go, bring them here. Promises made to others must be kept. It’s been too dull in Capital City; time to liven things up." The figure in black turned to leave. The man lifted his gaze, glancing at the inverted bright moon outside the window, its half-regal light perfectly hiding the desolation beneath its brilliance. Far away in Jiangzhou. The man awoke from a nightmare, his pale and thin hand gently rubbing his brow, breath slightly panting. Dreamt again about many years ago. Those humiliating childhood memories he selectively forgot, forever remembering his mother’s words before she passed away: "Must keep living...." He lived like a weed, thriving wherever planted, growing more bountiful in adversity. Unable to sleep anymore, he simply got up and walked to the window, pulling open the curtains. Moonlight rushed in, flooding his body. He had heard about what happened at the Yan Family of Jingdu during the day. She finally got her wish, engaged to that person. Yet to congratulate her in person. She must be very happy, she rarely smiles, but when she does, it’s the most beautiful scenery in the world, he loves seeing her smile, as if that’s his happiest moment. Lowering his gaze, he smiled to himself, the moonlight touching his brows and eyes, adding a touch of melancholy. Seeing her from afar one last time would be good. For that glance, he made a decision, the most important of his life, never to regret. Since returning, Meng Junci confined herself to her room, not even coming down for dinner. Lady Meng checked on her several times, stood outside the door and spoke a few words, but there was no response, and she sighed and shook her head as she walked away. She wasn’t Yan Ke’s fiancée; she should be happy, shouldn’t she? So why was she being sentimental at this moment? What exactly was she unwilling to accept? Thinking of that man, there was a kind of indescribable bitterness in her heart. She was so close to him before, yet now, the distance seems so vast. The phone suddenly rang, Meng Junci took a glance and saw it was a call from Huo Chanyi. "Ah Ci, how’s it going? Has Yan Ke’s fiancée appeared yet?" Huo Chanyi’s gentle voice came from the phone. Meng Junci turned over, looked at the ceiling: "He has no fiancée at all, just made up lies to reject me." "That’s good then, since Yan Ke doesn’t have a fiancée, doesn’t that mean you have a chance?"