This young man must be the young lady’s boyfriend. Ah Le mentioned him once, and indeed, he has the air of a dragon and the grace of a phoenix, truly out of the ordinary. The old man’s soul in heaven should also be consoled. "Miaomiao, I’ve got something great to show you." Yun Ya said as he pulled Yun Miao to sit on the sofa, then took out his phone and showed Miaomiao the video he copied from Mai Zheng. After watching it, Miaomiao’s eyes narrowed into slits with happiness as she gave Yun Ya a thumbs up. [I knew Yaya would take revenge for me.] His omnipotent sister had given that despicable jerk a miserable time, and he liked that, hehe. Yan Song, feeling quite aggrieved, watched as Yun Ya tended to Miaomiao and tossed him to the back of his mind. Miaomiao turned around, only then noticing the tall young man standing not far away. He instinctively shrank a bit, looking terrified. Yun Ya gently patted his shoulder and smiled, "Miaomiao, this is Brother Yan, Yaya’s most favorite person in the world. From now on, you two need to get along peacefully, okay?" Yun Miao’s eyebrows twitched slightly as he rapidly signed in sign language. [Even more than you like Miaomiao?] Yun Ya knew Miaomiao was an extremely sensitive person. In his life, apart from her, he could no longer accommodate anyone else, so he instinctively rejected anyone who tried to get close to her, regardless of their gender. And she understood this feeling. For instance, if one day Miaomiao fell for another girl, she would likely be heartbroken for a while herself. This mutual filling of each other’s lives made it hard for her to easily accept someone else entering their world. She glanced at Yan Song, then moved closer to Yun Miao, parting her lips without making a sound, yet Yun Miao clearly read her lip language. "In this world, no one is more important than you." Yes, no matter how much she liked Yan Song, he could not compare to the young man before her. Yan Song was her aspiration, while Miaomiao, he was her life. If life was gone, what was left to aspire to? Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn ⓝovelFire.net Yan Song didn’t understand lip reading, so he had no idea what Yun Ya had said. Then he saw the handsome young man break into a brilliant smile, his eyes curved like crescent moons, shining like stars. Sure enough, when the siblings smiled, they looked so alike. That smile seemed contagious, and he couldn’t help but curve his own lips. Ten years had passed, and Miaomiao had grown up into a refined and spirited young man, clean and bright. As Yun Ya’s brother, who had grown up relying solely on each other, he was well aware of Miaomiao’s place in Yun Ya’s heart. So, instead of feeling jealous, he might as well think about how to curry favor with Miaomiao... Yun Ya waved to Yan Song, who walked over and crouched down with a smile to the cross-legged boy on the sofa. "Hello, Miaomiao, I’m Yan Song. You can call me Brother Yan, just like Yun Ya, of course, in your heart, silently." His voice was warm and intimate, without a hint of sarcasm, shortening the distance between them. The usually stoic Yan Song, other than with Yun Ya, had never spoken so humbly to anyone else. After speaking, he reached out his hand, intending to perform a men’s greeting. Yun Miao cast a glance at Yun Ya, who subtly nodded at him. With pursed lips that showed his reluctance, he touched Yan Song’s hand but quickly retracted it. Making Miaomiao accept Yan Song so quickly was obviously difficult, but no worries, there was plenty of time. He would one day accept Brother Yan. "Miaomiao, are you hungry?" Yun Ya thought that Miaomiao hadn’t eaten dinner and must be hungry by now. Yun Miao nodded vigorously, sticking out his tongue in a way that made him look like a starving ghost reincarnated. Yan Song immediately said, "You and Miaomiao relax and watch some TV. I’ll cook for you. How about noodles? Does Miaomiao like them?" Yun Miao grimaced, instinctively disliking this man. Yun Ya laughed, "Anything is fine, Miaomiao isn’t picky." Yan Song went straight to the kitchen, "It’ll just take ten minutes." Yun Ya laid her head on Miaomiao’s shoulder, watching the young man bustling in the kitchen, with a softly warm gaze. Wishing that the calmness of time would last forever, staying in this very moment. The two men she loved most were always by her side. Even with simple meals, it was the greatest happiness in her life. Ten minutes later, three bowls of freshly made noodles filled the air with an enticing fragrance that set Miaomiao’s stomach growling. The quality was slightly improved from Yan Song’s usual standards, making it taste even better. Though Miaomiao didn’t man, he couldn’t deny the noodles were delicious. He cleaned up his bowl of noodle soup without leaving a trace.