Long after, she dialed a phone number. She made a bet to herself, swearing that if he didn’t answer on the first try, it would prove that they were not meant to be; the busy tone of the phone kept her heart hanging high in suspense. She had never felt life to be as torturously long as in that moment, sweating nervously in the palm of her hand. Just when she was about to give in to despair, the call suddenly connected. The man’s voice was low and refined, just as she remembered it, stirring a familiar warmth within her. "Hello, is that Ranran?" She felt a sudden twinge in her nose and looked up at the sky to keep the tears from falling. "Can we go back to the past?" A few seconds of silence passed on the other end before he responded with surprise, "Ranran, what do you mean?" "I mean, do we still have a chance?" "Am I dreaming? Ouch... that hurts... Ranran, you aren’t deceiving me, are you?" "If you don’t believe it, forget it," she said, ready to hang up the phone. "No, no, no... I believe you, Ranran," his tone suddenly became very serious. "I’ve said before, no matter how much time passes, no matter how far you go, I will still be here waiting for you." Her tears suddenly surged, and she nodded fiercely. Time rewinds to the morning, after Yan Song drove Yun Ya home, he continued straight back to the Yan Family’s house. Swinging his car keys, he walked into the living room; Zhuang Xiyue was sitting properly on the sofa, "Where did you go last night?" Yan Song sprawled on the sofa listlessly, "I had something to take care of." Zhuang Xiyue’s face hardened, "Last night, you ran a red light without a license plate and even openly provoked traffic police. Do you know the police are looking for you? It was your Uncle Song who helped to suppress it, otherwise, I’d like to see how you would handle this mess." "Uncle Song? Isn’t that what he should do? If not for my father, could he have climbed to his current position?" Zhuang Xiyue slammed the table suddenly, "You’d better not adopt the ways of those disreputable young riches. My son, a Zhuang, must not be so lackluster." Yan Song glanced at her, "Mom, I really had an emergency last night, I promise, it won’t happen again." Zhuang Xiyue sighed deeply, "Ah Song, you are the most outstanding child of this generation in the Yan Family. Your great-grandfather had high hopes for you, and the future of the entire Yan Family is tied to you, you can’t let us down." Yan Song lowered his lashes, his expression unreadable, "I understand." ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by N0v3l.Fiɾe.net "This time going to the military, your father has already arranged everything. It’s not that we’re forcing you, but as a Yan, you must remember the responsibility you carry. If you really don’t want to go, Mom won’t force you..." "I’ll go," Yan Song suddenly spoke up, his voice deep and firm. "Just give me some more time. I won’t let you down." He rose and headed upstairs, came back down with a backpack, "I’m going to school first." Halfway out the door, he turned around, "Oh, by the way, the performance of the car is great. I really 18th birthday present." Watching the tall retreating figure of the young man, Zhuang Xiyue nodded with satisfaction. Between her two sons, it was actually Ah Song that made her proudest, but knowing his somewhat strange nature growing up, she had to be strict with him. He had never let her down. Zhuang Xiyue furrowed her brows, recalling something, "Uncle Yan." Uncle Yan shambled over respectfully, "Madam." "Go check what Ah Song was up to last night," she said. Her most prideful son must not make any mistakes. Yun Ya and Yun Shen arrived home almost simultaneously. Yun Shen stepped out of the car and frowned when he saw Yun Ya walking in step by step. Images of the Toyota SUV he had seen earlier flashed through his mind. This daughter, it seemed, was hiding many things from him. "Daddy," Yun Ya greeted him with a sweet smile. Yun Shen nodded slightly, his demeanor still neither warm nor cold as he walked towards the villa. Unfazed, Yun Ya followed behind Yun Shen at a leisurely pace. Upon seeing Yun Shen return, Kang Jinse immediately greeted him with a smile, "Brother Shen, you’re back." Yun Shen glanced down at her. Today, Kang Jinse wore a light green dress that made her skin appear very pale. Perhaps it was because happiness made her more spirited, but she also seemed much younger. "Mom was in such a hurry to call me back, is there something wrong?" Before Kang Jinse could reply, Yun Shu walked out from the kitchen, "Sit down, I’ll explain it to you slowly." Kang Jinxian hung her head, her heart aching with apprehension. Brother must like children so much. If sister had a child for him, then what would she be? As Yun Ya came in behind, no one had the spare time to deal with her. Yun Ya didn’t mind, and regardless of how her presence might annoy others, she sat down next to Kang Jinxian and even turned to give her a smile.