In the evening, Zhuang Xiyue personally took to the kitchen to prepare a delicious feast for Yan Song as a reward for his hard work during the exams. Seeing that it was almost time, Zhuang Xiyue, unable to leave the kitchen, asked Yan Ke and Yun Ya to pick up Yan Song. The two exchanged glances, each dashing from the couch faster than the other. Zhuang Xiyue watched and couldn’t help shaking her head with a laugh, "You two really are like children." Usually Yun Ya seemed quite composed, but it turned out that deep down she was still a little girl who loved to play and make mischief. Yan Ke was about her age, and when the two of them got together, surely they had plenty of common topics. "Mom, we’re leaving." "Goodbye, Aunt Zhuang." Not until they were in the car did Yan Ke ask, "Sister Yun Ya, why did you run so fast to pick up my brother?" Yun Ya raised an eyebrow, "Didn’t you just call me sister-in-law? Of course, I should fulfill my duty." Yan Ke choked, "Birds of a feather flock together indeed." After a while, Yan Ke spoke again, "Why do you like my brother so much? He has such a bad temper, always ready to hit people. I’m telling you, he has violent tendencies. You’d better be careful he doesn’t abuse you in the future." Yun Ya looked towards the sunlight scattering outside the window, her lips curving slightly, "That won’t happen, he’s very good to me, not even willing to touch a single hair on my head. If your brother hits you, it must be for your own good." She was a true fangirl of his brother, even believing that getting hit by him was for her own good. It’s a wonder she could say that. "What about me? I’m already a cellist at such a young age, and in the future, I’m going to hold solo concerts at the Sydney Opera House, a cellist who will make history. That’s way better than my brother, won’t you consider me?" He was clearly attempting to poach the corner. Yun Ya smiled slightly, "I’ll tell your brother everything you just said, without missing a word. If he agrees, then I have no objections." "You’re ruthless," Yan Ke huffed, turning his head away. As soon as they arrived at the school gate, they saw Yan Song coming out, right on time. Before getting into the car, Yan Song gave Yan Ke a kick, and with an eye roll, Yan Ke automatically rolled into the back row. Yan Song sat down next to Yun Ya, who handed him a bottle of water and considerately opened it for him. He took it and gulped down two mouthfuls. "Look at the sweat on your head," Yun Ya said, as she took out a tissue to dab at the sweat on his forehead. The sight of her tender, wifely manner made Yan Ke’s mouth twitch. With a driver in the car, the two did not dare to go too far, limiting themselves to stealthily holding hands, a movement clearly seen by Yan Ke sitting at the back. Now, even Yan Ke wanted to be in a relationship, but where to find a girlfriend? Just the thought of being so lovey-dovey with a girl made him shudder—too horrifying... After enduring the ride home, Yan Ke was the first to jump out of the car, leaving the two behind at a speed of 200 miles an hour. As soon as they entered the Yan Family home, the two naturally kept their distance, one following the other into the living room. Zhuang Xiyue, seeing them return, asked them to wash their hands and get ready for dinner. Yan Nanmo called to say that he would be working late tonight and might return late, telling them not to wait for him. The meal was eaten in a harmonious and cheerful atmosphere. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novelFɪre.net It was only at the Yan Family’s home that Yun Ya could experience this kind of warm family atmosphere. Suddenly, Yun Ya thought of something and looked up to ask Yan Song, sitting opposite of her, "Brother Yan, are you having an English exam tomorrow?" Their gazes met, a silent understanding passing between them. Yan Song glanced at Yan Ke, who rolled his eyes in response, and Yan Song waved his fist in a subtle threat. Yan Ke caved immediately. "Speaking of English, brother, I remember English has always been your weak spot. You need to do well tomorrow." Zhuang Xiyue was also concerned. Her son’s English had always been lagging behind, and it would be terrible if it affected his overall score. In the past, they considered hiring a personal English tutor for him, but he didn’t agree, so the matter had not been brought up again. Yan Ke looked towards Yun Ya and laughed, "Sister Yun Ya, I remember you’ve spent ten years abroad. Your English must be great. Why don’t you give my brother some last-minute tutoring? There’s a saying ’sharpening your axe will not delay your job of chopping wood.’" "Yun Ya, if it’s no trouble for you," Zhuang Xiyue said to Yun Ya. Yun Ya hesitated momentarily, then looked at Yan Song across from her, "Brother Yan, what do you think?" Yan Song put down his chopsticks and stood up, "Whatever." Indifferent and dismissive. Zhuang Xiyue laughed, "That means there’s a chance. Why don’t you give him a little tutoring later, even if it only helps him by two points, it’s still good." Yun Ya nodded obediently, "Sure, I’ll listen to Aunt Zhuang." Yan Ke secretly rolled his eyes, clandestine affairs everywhere. Ten minutes later, in Yan Song’s room.