"Brother Yan~slow down, I’m going to throw up." Yun Ya felt somewhat nauseous, and her voice was weak and breathless. Yan Song pursed his lips, glanced at her, and ultimately slowed down. The car finally stopped in front of a breakfast shop that seemed to be doing good business, quite a few people were there early in the morning. Yan Song pulled Yun Ya inside, chose a corner spot to sit down, told Yun Ya to wait, and got up to order. Before long, Yan Song returned with a tray, two servings of eight-treasure porridge, two boiled eggs, two baskets of soup dumplings, accompanied by a small dish of pickles. Yan Song took two pairs of chopsticks, rinsed them with tea, and handed them to Yun Ya. Yun Ya watched Yan Song bustling about, his forehead sweating, took a tissue, and wiped his sweat, his face showing a rare hint of a smile. "It was gloomy early this morning, but now it’s finally cleared up," Yun Ya hinted meaningfully. Yan Song huffed lightly, stuffed a soup dumpling into her mouth, "Even food can’t shut you up." Yun Ya bit into it and couldn’t help but widen her eyes, "This is delicious." "This Yu Ji soup dumpling establishment has been around for many years, quite famous in Jiangzhou. Normally, you’d have to line up for a long time, but we’re lucky today, the crowd isn’t too big," explained Yan Song. Yun Ya beamed, "It’s the best snack I’ve ever had, Brother Yan has to bring me here again in the future." Yun Ya pouted in dissatisfaction. Yan Song passed an egg to Yun Ya, "Eat." Yun Ya disliked boiled eggs the most; the yolk was too bitter and harsh. She would normally just bear it, but in front of Brother Yan, she couldn’t help wanting to be a little bit whimsical. Yan Song didn’t expect her to be picky, "Look how thin you are, you need to replenish your nutrients, stop being picky, eat it." Yun Ya sniffed, "Why so fierce?" She peeled the egg, tossed the egg white into the bowl, and stuffed the yolk directly into Yan Song’s mouth. He frowned but ended up swallowing it anyway. "You need to correct this habit of yours," Yan Song’s tone was somewhat stern. Suddenly, Yun Ya looked up at him, "Brother Yan, what do you take me for?" "What do you mean, ’what do you take me for’?" Yun Ya raised an eyebrow, "If I heard you correctly just now, you were talking about a girlfriend, weren’t you?" Yan Song snorted lightly, "What, you don’t want to?" "A girlfriend should be pampered, treasured in the mouth for fear of melting, held in the palm for fear of falling, but look at you, you clearly treat me as if I were your daughter to discipline," she said with a note of grievance. In her previous life, Brother Yan was certainly not ; although he had a bit of temper, he was absolutely compliant toward her. However, she had forgotten the most important point: Yan Song’s attitude toward her was based on her attitude toward him. In her previous life, Yun Ya was evasive with Yan Song, who loved her but couldn’t have her, so of course, he was overly careful. But in this life, the compliant one had become her; with Brother Yan’s proud nature, of course, he treated her as a daughter to discipline. Of course, the current Yun Ya hadn’t figured this out. Besides feeling somewhat wronged, she also harbored some indescribable complex emotions at the bottom of her heart. Yan Song curved the corners of his mouth, "They say a daughter is her dad’s lover in a previous life, I think I must have owed you in the past, destined to fall into your hands this time around." Yun Ya’s heart skipped a beat. Lashes slightly lowered, a fleeting gloom in her eyes. It’s not you who owe me, but I owe you. Yan Song sensitively perceived the suddenly oppressive aura around Yun Ya and furrowed his brows. "Brother Yan~why don’t you ask me?" "My relationship with that man." Yun Ya was eating the egg white, which tasted like wax in her mouth. Yan Song looked up at her, "Would you tell me if I asked?" Yun Ya suddenly lifted her head, her gaze fixed on him, "I wouldn’t hide it from you. Misunderstandings would only deepen the rift between us. Whatever you ask, I won’t hide the truth." Yan Song looked at her for a few seconds then suddenly smiled, raising his hand to ruffle her hair. "Silly girl, I believe you." Yun Ya affectionately rubbed against his palm, "Brother Yan, you have to always believe in me. I’ll never do anything to betray your trust." Yan Song’s smile deepened, "I believe." How could he not love such a girl. "Brother Yan~you also have to promise me, never to do anything to betray me. Otherwise, I’ll be very, very sad and will ignore you forever." Yan Song couldn’t help but tease her nose, "What nonsense are you talking about? I’m just looking forward to you growing up fast, to become my bride." This confession, uh...came too suddenly. Yun Ya smiled sweetly, "Okay, Brother Yan, wait for me for three years." Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel⦿fire.net Three years should be enough, right? If not, well, she would take a risk...