The middle-aged woman’s... naked sarcasm made Kang Jinse’s face alternatingly pale and flush, her gaze filled with a hatred toward Yun Ya that was almost palpable. Yun Ya flashed a faint smile and suddenly let go, catching Kang Jinse off guard with the unexpected release and causing her to stumble backward and fall. She hit the ground hard. "Ouch!" She cried out, her bottom aching from the fall, and her wrist throbbing where it had been pinched. Yun Shu looked over with a gaze as cold as thousand-year-old ice, utterly ruthless. "Ji Yunya, you’re not dead." Her question was as calm as if she was asking, "Have you eaten today?"—utterly insignificant. Yun Ya carelessly brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, standing with an effortless posture that exuded a chilling nobility and elegance: "I’m too tough, heaven won’t have me." Bai Ran, who followed in, paid no attention to anyone else, and scooped up her son, prepared to head upstairs; Kang Jinse clawed herself back to her feet and snapped coldly, "You stand right there." Bai Ran didn’t give her a second glance, holding her son and striding towards the stairs. Kang Jinse stomped her foot in anger, feeling like everyone was turning against her. Kang Jinxian gently patted Yun Shu’s hand, "Mom, take care of yourself." Find the newest release on novel~fire~net Her look toward Yun Ya carried a tinge of blame: "Yun Ya, look at how you’ve upset mom just by coming back. What am I supposed to say about you?" Yun Ya shrugged: "Did I say anything? Who can be blamed if she can’t take it psychologically?" Yun Shen abruptly stood up, striding towards Yun Ya with a formidable presence; Yun Ya met his gaze calmly, noticing that he was about to repeat Kang Jinse’s uncompleted action—a heavy slap. She stood still without a hint of panic, her eyebrows amusingly raised: "Dad, you better think carefully about this slap. If I step out tomorrow and my face is headlining with a slap mark, the whole city’s front pages are booked." Yun Shen’s hand stopped suddenly, mere centimeters from Yun Ya’s cheek, his dark eyes steadfastly looking into hers, with her meeting his gaze without showing any sign of panic or fear. Yun Shen suddenly smiled, yet his smile was filled with endless chill: "Ji Yunya, you just wait." Having said that, he turned and walked upstairs. Kang Jinse gave Yun Ya a vicious glance before turning and chasing after Yun Shen. Ah Huan stood timidly beside, shrinking her head to minimize her presence, realizing that the pretty young girl who was rumored to have been sent abroad for convalescence is the young mistress whose return would surely stir up trouble... Just then, Yun Ya suddenly turned to Ah Huan: "Could you prepare a room for me?" Ah Huan, suddenly called upon, instinctively shrank a little bit, looking up at Yun Shu, knowing that in this household, the lady of the house was the true decision-maker; without her approval, she wouldn’t dare to take the initiative. Yun Shu cast a cold glance her way and gave Ah Huan a slight nod. Ah Huan hastened off as if pardoned, wiping her forehead as she went; the scare was too much, any more and her heart couldn’t take it. Kang Jinxian stood and smiled, her gentle eyes like crescent moons as they turned to Yun Ya: "Yun Ya, if there’s anything you need, just tell mom and me, don’t put yourself through hardship." Yun Ya narrowed her eyes, then chuckled: "Aunt Ah Xian, although I call you aunt, you seem to really think this place is yours; don’t forget your surname is Kang, this is my house. Why would I need to mention anything to an outsider like you in my own home?" Kang Jinxian’s face stiffened, she bit her lip, a trace of dejection as she lowered her head: "I’m sorry, Yun Ya, I misspoke. Please don’t take it to heart." This pitiful act was for whose benefit? The charade was useless now; weren’t faces already torn? Heh, the most direct approach is best against a White Lotus like you; this was just the appetizer... Without another look at them, Yun Ya carried her luggage straight to the second floor. There wasn’t much in her luggage, so it was easy to carry. Watching Yun Ya’s figure disappear at the stairway entrance, Kang Jinxian sniffed: "Mom, it’s my fault, I made Yun Ya angry..." Yun Shu patted her hand, a cold look flickering in her eyes: "You did nothing wrong, stop crying. Mom won’t let you be wronged." "But Yun Ya, she..." Her hand reached out, seemingly unintentionally touching her arm, her body shuddering slightly with fear. She was reminding Yun Shu of that time ten years ago when Ji Yunya nearly killed her. Yun Shu couldn’t help but embrace her with a heart full of pain, swearing through clenched teeth: "Don’t worry, she won’t be smug for long." Kang Jinxian leaned into Yun Shu’s embrace, a smile flitting across the depths of her eyes.