Zhuang Xiyue noticed that Yun Ya’s face was so red and couldn’t help but ask with concern, "Are you suffering from heat stroke? Why is your face so red?" Yun Ya patted her cheeks and smiled, "It’s okay, maybe it’s the heat from eating." Zhuang Xiyue hurriedly called the waiter to come in and turn the room temperature down a bit more. Yun Ya felt that hand becoming more and more presumptuous, quietly caught the disruptive hand with her small one, and twisted it fiercely on the back of the hand. Yan Song’s eyebrows twitched, but he appeared quite normal. Yan Ke suddenly said, "Brother, where is your hand touching?" Yun Ya’s heart raced. Yan Song narrowed his eyes. Zhuang Xiyue and Yan Nanmo were both drawn to Yan Ke’s words and subconsciously looked at Yan Song. Yan Ke said with a grin, "Ah, so there is such a big mosquito here. Brother, I never realized you were so considerate, knowing to chase away mosquitoes for Sister Yun Ya." Yun Ya sighed in relief, but felt that something was off about Yan Ke’s words. Yan Song gave him a look, and the danger and warning in his eyes were understood by only Yan Ke. Zhuang Xiyue didn’t notice the undercurrents among these three and instead focused on the mosquito, "How can there be mosquitoes in an air-conditioned room? That’s so irresponsible. What if a guest gets bitten?" Yan Nanmo smiled and continued to eat. Yueyue used to be quite smart; now she’s become slow to react. Yun Ya ate a few bites and then excused herself to go to the bathroom. She slipped out of the bathroom, scooped up some cold water to splash on her face, dispersing the heat and exhaled deeply. Then, from inside, the sound of a flushing toilet was heard. Yun Ya looked into the mirror and saw a familiar figure slowly approaching. Yun Shu was taken aback when she saw Yun Ya. She walked over to wash her hands, asking casually, "Who did you come to eat with?" Discover more novels at novel{f}ire.net Yun Ya curved her lips into a smile, "Does grandmother have anything to do with it?" She was utterly unapologetic. "True." Yun Shu pulled out a tissue to dry her hands with a sluggish yet graceful motion. However, the well-maintained back of her hand recently developed some dark spots, which made Yun Shu’s complexion darken. "Grandmother seems to have become a lot more haggard recently. What’s the matter, any troubles?" Yun Ya observed Yun Shu’s face, which had thinned recently, accentuating her cheekbones and aging her appearance. No matter the skincare, she was nearly sixty, how could she possibly escape the laws of nature. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural laws; no matter how formidable she is, she can’t defy such order. Yun Shu’s complexion suddenly darkened. Yun Ya suddenly lifted her hand, and Yun Shu quickly grabbed the hand reaching out to her, "What are you doing?" "Grandmother, why so anxious? Did you think I would harm you? This is a public place. Would I be so foolish?" After scoffingly laughing, she extended her hand in front of Yun Shu. A strand of gray hair was pinched between her fair fingers. Seeing the object clearly, Yun Shu’s pupils contracted sharply, and her lips were tightly sealed. "Grandmother actually has gray hair. I always thought grandmother wouldn’t age, but alas, nobody can escape birth, aging, sickness, and death." Yun Shu’s breathing suddenly became more rapid, clearly trying hard to suppress it. She glared at Yun Ya and turned to leave quickly. Yun Ya curled her lips into a smile, tossed the hair onto the floor with disgust, and then, as if remembering something, she picked up the hair, carefully wrapped it in a tissue. After the meal, several people left the restaurant together. Yan Nanmo had received a call a few minutes earlier and had left in advance. In the lobby, they ran head-on into several people. Zhuang Xiyue snorted with a tone full of disdain. The person walking in the front was Yun Shu, surrounded by several wealthy ladies including Lady He, Lady Lin, and two others she didn’t recognize. Yun Shu stopped in her tracks, raised an eyebrow, and looked over. "Lady Yan, what a coincidence." Zhuang Xiyue responded with a tone that was neither cold nor warm. She refrained from causing a scene, which was already showing considerable face, since after all, Yun Shu was Yun Ya’s grandmother, and it would not be pleasant for Yun Ya either if the conflict escalated. "It’s not a coincidence, Lady Yun. If there’s nothing else, we’ll be leaving." With that, she hooked her arm through Yun Ya’s, intimately like mother and daughter, and left the hotel swiftly. Yun Shu clenched her teeth in hidden rage. The other wives watching intended to suck up to Lady Yan, who was known to be approachable and the best of the officials’ wives to get along with, but seeing how cold she looked, they hesitated. And in the blink of an eye, she was gone. "The two young men behind her must be Lady Yan’s sons, right? They really have outstanding bearings," Lady Lin exclaimed. Especially the taller one, so handsome and lively, majestic and dashing—it stirs up their thinking. Yun Shu glanced at her, knowing all too well that she had certain intentions in mind.