Yan Song took large strides to grab Yan Ke by the collar, but Yan Ke, who was already on guard, slipped away from Yan Song’s grasp. Leaping far away like a monkey, he said with a beaming smile, "Brother, are you so embarrassed that you want to kill someone to silence them? Even that won’t erase what you did to Sister Yun Ya, the beastly thing. Hmph, when Mom comes back, I’ll definitely tell her that you bullied Sister Yun Ya and even bit her lips." Yan Song clenched his fist so tightly that it cracked. Yan Ke shuddered and, before Yan Song completely lost his temper, he ran off in a flash. "Deserves a beating." Yun Ya’s cheeks burned as if on fire. It seemed that Yan Ke had watched them from the side for who knows how long, and he had deliberately teased her just now. With that thought, Yun Ya felt an even deeper resentment toward Yan Song. She helped Yan Song to the gate and immediately ran into the courtyard, leaving him behind. Uncle Yan was walking out of the living room. "Uncle Yan, Brother Yan seems to be injured, right at the gate. Please go look after him." Having said that, she ran off with her head down. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fire.net Uncle Yan, feeling as confused as a monk who’s lost his scriptures, wondered what was wrong with Miss Yun Ya. Remembering what Yun Ya had just said, he hurried toward the gate. Yan Song was leaning on a pillar, one long leg flat on the ground and the other slightly bent. In the twilight’s glow, he looked like a perfect sculpture. In his heart, for the umpteenth time, Uncle Yan marveled at his young master’s handsomeness. "Oh my, young master, what happened to you?" Uncle Yan hunched his back and hurried toward Yan Song. Yan Song extended an arm to Uncle Yan, who quickly came to support him. They made their way to the villa with Yan Song hobbling along. "My young master, what in the world happened to you?" Uncle Yan’s concerned old face trembled. "It’s nothing, just fell from the bike." Yan Song replied casually. "What? You fell?" Uncle Yan’s loud voice made Yan Song squint subconsciously. "Let’s go back quickly, I’ll call Dr. Lin to come over right away." Yan Song waved his hand: "No need to trouble him, it’s not a big deal." "You can’t even walk properly, and it’s not a big deal?" Yan Song’s tone became a bit impatient: "Uncle Yan, really, it’s nothing." Seeing this, Uncle Yan didn’t say anything more. After he helped Yan Song to his room, he went off in a panic to find the medicinal wine. Bringing it over, Yan Song snatched it away and told Uncle Yan, "Alright, I can apply it myself. Uncle Yan, please leave." Uncle Yan wanted to say more, but Yan Song had already turned his back on him. Uncle Yan left, looking back three steps at a time. As soon as Uncle Yan was gone, Yan Song immediately flopped onto the bed, propped up his legs, and took out his phone to send a WeChat message. Yun Ya was looking at her own lips in the mirror; they were as red and swollen as a sausage. She cursed Yan Song in her heart, covering her heated face and shyly lowering her lashes. She gently touched her lips with her hand, the memory of that moment coming to mind, causing her to laugh softly. Her first kiss had been given to Brother Yan just like that. At that moment, her phone "beeped" with a notification. Yun Ya walked over to check her phone. [Come over] The two simple words were brimming with Yan Song’s domineering style. Yun Ya put the phone back, and right then a call came through. She glanced at the caller ID and picked up. "Brother Ah Du, what’s up?" The person on the other end of the phone laughed, and despite the coldness of the device, his deep and pleasant voice could still be felt. "Yaya, what are you doing?" Yun Ya sat down on the balcony swing, looking at the sky filled with twilight, and replied with a laugh, "Admiring the sunset." After a pause, he added, "My father and I have a house in Jiangzhou, do you want to move in and live with us?" Two single men, with no blood relation, would find it inconvenient over time. "No, Brother Ah Du, I will return to the Yun Family the day after tomorrow. You and Uncle Qin take good care of yourselves. I’ll come to visit you when I have time." She declined tactfully. A long silence followed. The years he spent in the United States were the best days of his life. Sometimes when he woke up, he wished time could have stopped in those moments before Yun Ya left. Unfortunately, none of it could be reversed, and he was well aware that both his father and Yun Ya harbored irreconcilable grudges deep in their hearts. All he could do was do everything in his power to help them, to aid them in fulfilling their wishes as soon as possible. "Alright then, you take care of yourself too. I’ll send you the address later, remember to come visit our home when you have time." Yun Ya looked at the fiery sunset on the horizon and let out a soft sigh.