"It’s so late already, there aren’t many people around to begin with, besides, can’t you disguise yourself a bit?" With no other choice, Kang Jinse donned a mask and hat, armoring herself to blend into the crowd without anyone recognizing her. But with a stretch of road still to traverse from the villa to the foot of the mountain, Kang Jinse felt disheartened: "It’s so dark already, you’re making me walk?" Kang Jinxian chuckled: "Sis, what’s more important, your brother or walking a few less steps?" Kang Jinse gritted her teeth and shot a glance at Kang Jinxian: "Ah Xian, come with me, I’m scared on my own." Kang Jinxian quickly waved her hands: "It’s your private world for two with Brother, how could I have the nerve to intrude." Kang Jinse, without further ado, reached for her hand: "You’re our sister, neither your brother nor I would mind." Kang Jinxian was half-pushed, half-dragged away by Kang Jinse, still reluctant as she spoke: "Alright, I’ll sacrifice myself for your company today." Exiting the subway station, there was a distance to Yun Shen’s company’s building, which would take about ten minutes on foot. Kang Jinse’s feet ached, and she was thinking of hailing a taxi, when Kang Jinxian’s gaze fell on a luxury car in front of a lavish hotel across the street. A tall man bent down to step out of the car, holding a woman in his arms. The cool night air mingled with the streetlight cast upon the man, strikingly handsome and upright, a figure like a dark knight. Kang Jinxian’s eyes tightened; even at such a distance, she recognized the woman at a glance, it was Ji Yunya. Indeed, her suspicions were correct, Ji Yunya had indeed come to the hotel with a man. Feeling a thrill at catching Ji Yunya’s indiscretion, she said to Kang Jinse, "Wait for me a second." Then she dashed across the street toward the hotel. "Ah Xian, where are you going?" Kang Jinse shouted anxiously from where she stood. By the time Kang Jinxian chased after them, the man had already vanished with Ji Yunya into the hotel entrance. She was going to follow inside, but the hotel’s security stopped her, requiring identification before entry. Kang Jinxian fished out her ID card from her bag, the security guard glanced at it and allowed her in. By then, the hotel lobby was deserted; she looked towards the elevator, its numbers jumping up level by level, eventually stopping at the topmost floor—the hotel’s exclusive presidential suite, not for ordinary people. Hooking up the corner of her mouth in satisfaction, she thought, Ji Yunya, you were just flirting with Young Master Yan, and now, you’re in a hotel room with another man. Would Master Yan think you’re a fickle woman if he knew? She took out her phone and dialed Yan Song’s number, which she had to thank Song Yiren for, although Song Yiren was later blocked by Yan Song. The first call was cut off directly. Kang Jinxian frowned and dialed again, but this time the call was outright ignored. Thinking of Yan Song’s temperament, Kang Jinxian felt this was just like him. She gave up on calling and crafted a text message to send. [Seaview Hotel top floor VIP suite, Ji Yunya is in a hotel room with a man, don’t miss out] Message sent successfully. With a smirk, Kang Jinxian turned and left the hotel. —— Chapters first released on Novᴇl_Fire(.)net "Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu, why are you so cute?" Yan Ke lay on the ground, playing with Ah Jiu who was huddled up like a sticky rice ball, feeling like he could never play enough. Ah Jiu lazily squinted its eyes, not bothering to spare him even a glance from the corner of its eyes. The more it acted , the more Yan Ke was fired up. "Bro, would you give Ah Jiu to me, please? I’ll trade you my year’s allowance for it, how about that?" Yan Song snorted lightly: "Even your life wouldn’t suffice." Yan Ke pouted unhappily: "So in your heart, I’m not even as important as a cat?" "This cat belongs to Yun Ya." Yan Ke grumbled: "Faithless in the face of beauty, and to think I still call you ’bro’." Turning his head, he saw the tall figure of the young man standing before the window, the night surrounding him with a sense of solitude. He couldn’t help but ask, "Bro, you seem to be in a bad mood lately, did something unhappy happen?" "It’s none of your business, don’t ask so many questions." The voice was both cold and indifferent. "Psh, who cares, with your temperament, how does Sister Yun Ya put up with you?" Just then, the phone lying on the table suddenly rang, and Yan Song’s eyes lit up as he walked over to pick it up. Seeing it was an unfamiliar number, a shadow of disappointment crossed his eyes. Undeterred, the caller tried again. Yan Song left it on the table, no longer caring about it. "Bro, who’s calling? Why aren’t you answering?" Yan Song said coldly: "Just a harassment call."