The assassin that was sent out that year never sent any news again, as if he had evaporated from this world, and Yun Shu’s heart had been uneasy ever since, fearing that something had gone wrong. What could possibly have gone wrong? After all, Ji Yunya was just a five-year-old child, who, no matter how smart, could only surrender when facing a formidable opponent. She couldn’t figure out what had happened. She had been deceiving herself, and now, Ji Yunya had indeed returned. Hiding for ten years, she had come prepared this time. Good, so very good. Truly worthy of being her granddaughter, Yun Shu. She couldn’t help but admire the patience. Thinking about her high-profile entrance today, every single word and sentence, upon careful scrutiny, had traces to follow. First, it announced her return, second, it subtly mocked them all in front of the guests, and third, it used Ji Lanyi to draw out Ji Huaixi, and then the will, the will... At this thought, Yun Shu frowned. Did Ji Huaixi really leave a will? Why had she and Shenshen never heard of it? Kang Jinxian gently tugged on her sleeve, and Yun Shu snapped back to reality. Then the driver drove the car over, and several people walked toward the car, got in one after the other, and from beginning to end, not a single person spoke to Yun Ya. Until the car drove off, Yun Ya stood alone in front of the hotel entrance, her snow-white figure appearing lonelier against the night. She hadn’t expected them to dispense with all pretense. At that moment, a red BMW X1 stopped beside her, and Bai Ran looked over, "Get in. I’ll take you back." Yun Ya smiled, walked over, and got into the back seat. Inside was a young girl in a pink poofy dress. Yun Ya’s gaze first fell on the butterfly hair clip in her hair and she narrowed her eyes slightly. Bai Xiangxiang regarded Yun Ya with a hint of hostility. The girl was too outstanding; next to her, even the most exceptional person would seem like mere background. Yun Ya gave her a kind smile, and Bai Xiangxiang, not wanting to keep the atmosphere too tense, forced a small smile. The car moved through the traffic with neon lights flickering on both sides. Bai Xiangxiang glanced at the girl next to her; her fair face appeared strangely ethereal amidst the rapidly shifting lights. After a moment’s thought, she broke the silence, "Are you... close with the Yan Family?" She saw that Lady Yan seemed to care a lot about her, and couldn’t help feeling upset—that was the mother of her idol, after all... Yun Ya smiled. Another little fan of Yan Song. "Mm," she responded softly and said no more. That single word left plenty of room for imagination. How close was she actually with the Yan Family? How much did Lady Yan really like her, and did the idol like her too... Bai Xiangxiang wanted to ask more, but Bai Ran intervened, "Xiangxiang, we’re home." Read full story at novｅlfire.net Bai Xiangxiang stopped talking, waved to Yun Ya, and got out of the car. Bai Ran turned to Yun Ya, "You stay in the car for a while. I’m going inside to pick up Xi’er." Yun Ya didn’t wait long before Bai Ran came back carrying a little boy who seemed to be asleep on his shoulder. Yun Ya opened the car door, and Bai Ran bent down to place the little boy in the back seat. Yun Ya patted her own leg, "Let him rest his head here. It’ll be more comfortable for him to sleep ." Bai Ran glanced her way and settled the boy’s head onto Yun Ya’s thigh as suggested. Yun Ya looked down at the boy, fair-skinned with rosy cheeks and delicate features—a real beauty. She remembered that Bai Ran’s child should be nine years old by now, but this boy appeared only about five or six years old and looked quite pale, evidently frail. Yun Ya gently touched the child’s cheek; perhaps her finger was a bit cold, as the sleeping boy shivered slightly. Yun Ya smiled, "What’s his name?" Bai Ran’s voice came muffled from the rearview mirror, "Bai Xi." Yun Ya raised an eyebrow; he had taken his mother’s surname. "Raising him all these years must have been hard," she remarked. Bai Ran’s voice had a nasal quality, "It was okay, I managed to get through it." The word ’managed’ spoke volumes of hardship. Yun Ya, looking at her silhouette, couldn’t help saying, "You’re a good mother. Everything will turn out well in the end." Despite her flaws, Bai Ran had never thought of giving up on her child no matter how tough life got. From this perspective, her image stood tall in Yun Ya’s eyes. Bai Ran, reminded of Yun Ya’s own background, must have thought of her mother. Ever since she had Xi’er, she had understood how difficult Yun Ya’s earlier journey must have been.