"This is not for you to worry about, and I never thought about seeking your consent, just informing you." Zhuang Xiyue gathered her long hair, enchanting and alluring. Yan Nanmo felt a tickle in his heart and was about to embrace her, but Zhuang Xiyue spun gracefully away from the edge of the table, dodging his arms, and looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Yan Nanmo, what exactly are you worried about?" Yan Nanmo withdrew his empty hand, "Yun Ya is smart, but perhaps too smart for her own good. Such a person is more than the Yan Family can afford." "Can’t afford?" Zhuang Xiyue scoffed, "Then, can you afford me?" Yan Nanmo was stunned, "Yueyue, that’s completely different." "Since you can afford me, why can’t you afford Yun Ya? I don’t care about the little schemes in your heart, just remember if you dare show the slightest dissatisfaction in front of Yun Ya, you can forget about ever being in my bed again." Zhuang Xiyue left this sentence behind and turned her head to leave the study. Yan Nanmo rubbed his temples with a headache and pulled open the bottom drawer, taking out a stack of documents. The day after Kang Jinxian’s coming-of-age ceremony, these documents were placed on his desk. It was unimaginable how a girl could have come so far in ten years, the kind of effort and hard work she must have put in. He admired her, but when it came to his own children, he had to be extremely cautious. Women are too emotional, whereas men can remain calm. This girl was smarter and more complicated than he had imagined. The unspeakable background she had and the hatred she carried could become a knife hanging over her head, never knowing when it might fall. But now, seeing the attitudes of the other three in the family towards her, Yan Nanmo suddenly felt that everything was fate. If that day did come, with the abilities of the Yan family, they would do everything to protect her. Yun Ya took her pajamas and was preparing to take a bath when someone knocked on the door from outside. Yun Ya walked over and opened the door, revealing Yan Ke’s smiling face. "Sister Yun Ya, I haven’t had a chance to look around your room yet." Yun Ya stepped aside, "Please come in." Yan Ke walked around the room and couldn’t help but admire, "It’s really beautiful; it seems my mother really treats you like her own daughter." Yun Ya’s eyes flickered, noncommittal. "Sister Yun Ya," Yan Ke suddenly leaned in close to her face. His sudden approach would have startled anyone else, but Yun Ya didn’t even blink, her expression gentle and calm. She looked straight into his eyes, "What’s wrong?" Yan Ke raised his eyebrows, a cunning light passing through his eyes, "Sister Yun Ya, have you been abroad for ten years?" Although she didn’t know why he was asking, Yun Ya replied truthfully, "Yes." "Then, Sister Yun Ya, you must speak English very well." Yun Ya smiled modestly, "It’s passable." "When you say it’s passable, it must be really good. My brother finally has hope." Before Yun Ya could react, Yan Ke suddenly pulled her along. "What... what are you doing?" "Brother, can I come in?" Yan Ke knocked on the door. "Scram." The chilly voice of Yan Song came from inside. Unperturbed, Yan Ke pushed open the door. "I generally don’t like to repeat myself...." Yan Song turned his head, and upon seeing Yun Ya following Yan Ke, he abruptly stopped speaking. He pursed his lips and stood up in an instant. Yun Ya surveyed Yan Song’s room, feeling that it was too white and too clean. Living in such a room would only make a person more oppressed, with his germophobia and compulsive behavior, there really was no saving Yan Song. "You, why did you come here?" Yan Song glanced at the half-open drawer and felt agitated. Grinning, Yan Ke said, "Brother, I saw you struggle with English, so I found you a teacher. Sister Yun Ya has been abroad for ten years, so her English must be really good. With her help, your English grades are sure to soar." With a suggestive eyebrow waggle, he seemed to say, look how good I am to you. Yan Song glared at him bitterly, then glanced at Yun Ya, who was still observing the room, and suddenly felt nervous, "I... I don’t need it." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NoveI(F)ire.net "Brother, stop being stubborn. There’s no shame in not being good at English. Besides, you’re about to take the college entrance exam, don’t you want to score well and make Great-grandpa happy?" Yan Ke spoke earnestly and patted Yan Song’s shoulder, "Brother, this is all I can do for you. The rest is up to you." There was a double meaning in his words. With a sigh, he walked out of the room with his hands behind his back, swaying leisurely. He carefully closed the door behind him, then immediately pressed his face against it, peeking and eavesdropping with exaggerated facial expressions.