Brother Yan... she’s being really intimate, and if Song Yiren still thinks there’s nothing between them after this, she must have had her brain kicked by a donkey. Any lingering doubts she had were now utterly firm. "Ah Song, Sister Yun Ya is right, it’s not a man’s business to join in this excitement," Song Yiren said in a tone she thought was suave. Yan Song hadn’t glanced at her from the beginning to the end, his gaze instead fixed deeply on Yun Ya’s face, making Song Yiren feel extremely awkward and increasing her hatred for Ji Yunya to the extreme. Brother Yan indeed loves her. "You...." He frowned deeply and then, letting go suddenly, turned and walked away. This scene left Yun Ya utterly confused. What on earth was he up to? Yan Song walked to an inconspicuous corner, yet his gaze passed over everyone and settled on Ji Yunya. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelꜰire.net Yan Ke appeared silently beside him, tiptoeing to rest an arm on his shoulder. Yan Song shrugged his shoulder and said impatiently, "Get lost." Yan Ke huffed, "Tried to play the hero, but it turned out the beauty wasn’t grateful. Don’t take it out on me though. Didn’t you see how Song Yiren’s eyes are nearly spitting fire with jealousy as she looks at Sister Yun Ya? God knows what she’s plotting in her heart against Sister Yun Ya. If you’re gutsy, take it out on her instead." Yan Song’s gaze shifted to Song Yiren, who was busily pouring wine for Ji Yunya, smiling radiantly. Yet, the darkness flickering in the depths of her eyes was clearly caught by Yan Song. This was the first time he seriously looked at Song Yiren, but he quickly looked away in disgust. How hideous, how does a person like that even have the courage to live in this world? If Song Yiren knew what Yan Song was thinking, she would surely cry herself to death. After being made to drink three consecutive cups, Yun Ya repeatedly gestured, "No more, no more, I’ll get dizzy if I drink any more." "Oh, Sister Yun Ya, you don’t seem to hold your liquor very well, getting dizzy after just three cups?" Yun Ya shook her head, "I feel a bit hot, I’m going outside for some air." Song Yiren hurried to support her, "Then I’ll come with you." As she spoke, she glanced in a certain direction within the crowd. Yan Song followed without a sound. Yan Ke, chin in hand, watched the trio leave, thinking this was about to get dramatic. He wanted to follow and join the spectating, but in the crowd, Zhuang Xiyue caught his eye and beckoned him over. Reluctantly, Yan Ke sighed and headed in the direction of Zhuang Xiyue. "Ah... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..." Accidentally bumping into someone, Kang Jinxian quickly bowed her head in apology. The woman was in a plain moon-white dress, which outlined her slim figure. Despite being somewhat gaunt, her delicate features lent her a certain charm, especially her clear eyes that resembled stream water, the panic in them appealing as if a lost deer had caught one’s fancy. He An narrowed his eyes and said lecherously, "Young miss, you’ve hurt my heart with that bump. How will you compensate for it?" For her to say something so disgusting, Kang Jinxian suppressed her revulsion, sneaking a glance at him, her shy glance making He An’s heart race, almost ready to pounce at her on the spot. "I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving He An feeling a bit hollow inside. The girl walked a few steps, then suddenly turned back to give him a light smile, fresh as a bashful lotus, carrying a different kind of fragrant affection. But she quickly turned her head and walked away. Unable to help himself, He An followed. Listening to the footsteps behind her, Kang Jinxian’s mouth curved into a cold smile, unnoticed as she left the banquet. In the back garden, there was no one there at the moment. Yun Ya was thrown onto a bench by Song Yiren, who, after making sure Ji Yunya was so drunk that she was not lucid, sneered and glanced at her exceptionally beautiful face under the moonlight with malice in her eyes. Soon, you’ll become the biggest scandal in Jiangzhou, the so-called number one lady. Turns out you’re just a promiscuous wench. Even if you’re beautiful and charming, how could Lady Yan ever like you again. Looking around and ensuring there was no one else coming, she calculated the time then quickly turned and left the place. Yan Song was standing behind a clump of half-human-height banana trees. He watched coldly as Song Yiren left, just about to walk towards Yun Ya, when Ji Yunya, who had appeared to be closing her eyes in drunkenness, suddenly sat up. Yan Song’s footsteps halted at that moment. Yun Ya raised her hand to brush away the hair that had fallen by her temples, her gesture carrying an indescribable laziness and seductiveness. Yan Song’s heart suddenly began pounding furiously...