"He can’t hear anyway," Yan Song said as he leaned in to kiss Yun Ya’s earlobe. Yun Ya’s body suddenly trembled; this was her most sensitive spot. Every time Yan Song touched it, she felt uncomfortable. Yan Song chuckled softly, scooped her up sideways, and strode toward the bedroom. Yun Ya was a bit tired, and pushed Yan Song, "Stop it, I’m not in the mood right now." Yan Song lay down beside her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her forehead, "I’ll let you sleep, I’ll wake you when it’s time." Yun Ya closed her eyes, murmuring, "Brother Yan, won’t Aunt Zhuang worry if you don’t go home?" Yan Song smiled, "It’s fine, I’m used to running wild, my mom can’t control me." The sound of shallow breathing came through, and Yan Song looked down at her peaceful sleeping face, his fingers gently caressing her cheek, his gaze tender as water. She looked really tired, her complexion was much paler than usual. He knew Yun Ya was not in great health, so he was more than willing to indulge her. He wanted to spoil her into becoming the most fortunate little princess in the world. Yan Song lay with his eyes open, silently counting the time; at this moment, time seemed to pass exceptionally slowly. When the time came, he couldn’t bear to wake her up and let her sleep five more minutes before he finally did. Yun Ya opened her eyes groggily, "Is it one-thirty yet?" "One thirty-five," Yan Song said, helping her up. The sleepiness vanished as Yun Ya complained, "Why didn’t you wake me up earlier? If I had known, I would have set an alarm. I can’t be late for the time I scheduled with Father Ming Han." Yun Ya hurried out of bed, complaining as she dressed in two minutes, grabbed her bag, and went to the living room to wake Miaomiao. Miaomiao sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes, looking not quite awake. "Don’t worry, I’ll be your driver today; I won’t let you be late," Yan Song said, arms folded, leaning against the doorframe. It wasn’t until they were seated in the car, with Miaomiao’s head resting on Yun Ya’s shoulder, that she fell asleep again. Yan Song drove fast and smooth, zipping out before the storefronts were even clear, weaving through traffic like lightning. Yun Ya took out her makeup from her bag and quickly applied a layer of nude makeup, added some blush, applied lipstick, and finally, her pale face looked a bit more rosy. Yun Ya pursed her lips, "Brother Yan, do I look good?" Yan Song glanced at her through the rearview mirror, raised his eyebrows in admiration, then sighed, "Too beautiful, it makes me feel insecure." Yun Ya smiled, her stunning face radiating a dazzling brilliance, lighting up the car a bit more. She leaned over and kissed Yan Song on the cheek, leaving a faint lipstick mark on his wheat-colored skin. Yan Song paused, swerved sharply, and perfectly avoided a large truck. "Ji Yun Ya, don’t think you can buy me off . You just wait for tonight," he said. Yun Ya raised her eyebrows, pulled out her lipstick, and touching up her lips in the little mirror, said, "I’ll be waiting." In ten minutes, the car stopped smoothly in the parking lot of Century Amusement Park. One fifty-three, the timing was perfect. Yun Ya looked at Yan Song apologetically, "Brother Yan, let’s meet at the dinner table tonight. I’ll introduce you to Father Ming Han then." The amusement park was crowded and busy; it wasn’t that she intentionally wanted to hide her relationship with Brother Yan. Even if she wanted to make it public, now was not the right time. Fearing that Yan Song would be angry, Yun Ya had discussed it with him earlier in the day, so she didn’t feel too bad, and ruffling her hair, he said, "Have fun." Yun Ya nodded with a smile. She packed her bag and walked off the car, pulling the drowsy Miaomiao along with her. As soon as Yun Ya left, Yan Song put on sunglasses and followed them discreetly. At the entrance of the Century Amusement Park, a tall figure stood out, hard to miss. Ming Han, dressed in casual attire, stood with his hands in his pockets. He wore a white tank top with a watermelon-red short-sleeved shirt over it, light blue denim shorts, and a pair of brown sandals – a very casual but trendy look that seemed right out of a fashion magazine shoot. With a straw hat and sunglasses, hands in pockets, he casually waited, looking like he could be on the cover of a style magazine with any casual snap. Content originally comes from nοvelfire.net A crowd of onlookers surrounded him, longing to approach but not daring to, worrying it might not be Ming Han – after all, how could such a big star like Ming Han be dressed like that, waiting at the entrance of an amusement park? Yun Ya walked towards Ming Han with Miaomiao, waving, "Father Ming Han." Upon hearing the voice, Ming Han turned his head, seeing the bright smiling girl pulling along a boy and his lips curved into a knowing smile.