With a flick of his sleeve, he turned and his voice was cold as ice, "Tell Zhao Min to roll over here." When Zhuang Xiyue pushed the door open, Yun Ya was sitting on the bed flipping through a magazine, while Yan Song stood by the window with a profound expression. Strange, she felt the atmosphere in the ward was a bit odd. "Aunt Zhuang, you’re back," Yun Ya said with a sweet smile, putting down the magazine as she looked up. Original content can be found at novęlfire.net Zhuang Xiyue reached out and tapped her on the forehead, chiding, "You can still smile? You almost lost your life." Yun Ya clung to her arm and cooed, "This means a great calamity leads to a great fortune; I’m very fortunate indeed." Zhuang Xiyue laughed, "Yes, yes, you are the most fortunate one." After thinking for a bit, Zhuang Xiyue asked, "Do you know that Lau Nana?’ Yun Ya immediately guessed it was Lau Nana and pressed her lips together, her voice slightly downcast, "We had some altercations; I didn’t expect it to be her..." Zhuang Xiyue thought to herself, she’s still a girl after all, facing such things, who knows how upset she feels inside. She couldn’t help but comfort her, "Auntie has handled everything; she won’t be bothering you anymore." Yun Ya leaned into her embrace, "Aunt Zhuang, thank you." Aunt Zhuang was reliable; Lau Nana would have to wish herself good luck. Zhuang Xiyue patted her on the shoulder, "No need to thank me; we’re family. It would be too formal." At that moment, Yan Song walked to the sofa, picked up his backpack, and left without looking back, "I’m going to school." Zhuang Xiyue couldn’t help but say, "What’s wrong with staying here a bit longer to keep your Sister Yun Ya company? This child, no sympathy at all." Yun Ya smiled and tugged at Zhuang Xiyue’s sleeve, "Brother Yan is about to take his college entrance exams, and it’s a very tense time for studying. I’m already grateful that he took the time to bring me my earrings." Zhuang Xiyue laughed, "When your Brother Yan was younger, he bullied you so much. It’s hard to believe you’re still considerate of him, unlike that ungrateful boy." Yun Ya pursed her lips and smiled. When Yan Song reached the doorway, he suddenly turned back and took a deep look at Yun Ya. She saw the deep resentment in his eyes and couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. Yan Song snorted and walked away with his backpack, looking effortlessly cool. Before long, Uncle Yan arrived at the hospital. He was a sprightly old man in his sixties with a pair of shrewd eyes hidden beneath bushy brows. He looked at Yun Ya with a smile and asked, "I assume this must be Miss Yun Ya?" Seeing him again, Yun Ya almost felt as though it was another lifetime, and she smiled gently, "Hello, Grandpa Yan." Uncle Yan nodded with a smile, "Very good, what a lively and smart young lady." Fifteen minutes later, Uncle Yan finished the hospital discharge procedures. Yun Ya changed into a dress Zhuang Xiyue had brought her and the three of them left the hospital to board a black sedan. Half an hour later, the car arrived at the Northern City Villa District, which was guarded by special security personnel. Entry and exit required specific checks, ensuring tight security. As the car drove into the neighborhood, towering plane trees lined the streets, reaching into the clouds. It was the season of spring and summer, and the plane trees were budding new leaves, bursting with life. The car finally stopped in front of a two-story Western-style house. Zhuang Xiyue patted Yun Ya’s hand with a smile, "We’re home." Yun Ya stood in front of the small house, gazing at the beautiful Western-style building that looked like a castle set against lush greenery, her lips curling into a faint smile. Brother Yan, will this place become our home in the future? Look at the sky, so blue, the clouds so soft like cotton. The house is straight out of a fairy tale. In the courtyard, there’s a wisteria trellis with a stone bench underneath, covered with the patina of age. A white swing stands quietly there. Wild roses scurry from the whitewashed fence, eagerly swaying in full bloom. The verdant lawn exudes a free and fresh scent under the sunlight... Everything is so warm and serene. It was just like the home she had imagined. Zhuang Xiyue took her hand, "Let’s go." Her palm was soft and warm, leading her, step by step, on the bluestone path to the living room. Yun Ya’s heart settled down with each step she took. It was not as big as the Ji Family Manor, nor as beautiful, but everything here was so endearing to her. The entire villa was decorated in a traditional Chinese style, elegant and serene, filled everywhere with the breath of daily life. Zhuang Xiyue led her upstairs, where there were four rooms. Zhuang Xiyue and Yan Nanmo shared one, while Yan Song and Yan Ke had one each. The remaining room was Yan Nanmo’s study, but because Yun Ya was moving in, Zhuang Xiyue took the initiative to move the study downstairs and transformed that room into a bedroom suitable for a young girl.