Yan Ke indeed had high emotional intelligence; he quickly identified the crux of the matter. It was definitely because of Miaomiao that his brother had a falling out with Sister Yun Ya, and it was all due to such an unsophisticated reason as jealousy. Motivated by the lifelong happiness of his brother, Yan Ke’s well-reasoned analysis flowed, "It’s really not right for you to be jealous of Miaomiao. No wonder Sister Yun Ya turned against you. If it were me, I’d break up on the spot." The words "break up" caused Yan Song’s pupils to suddenly constrict, and he clenched his fists tightly. Thinking of breaking up? He would never agree, not even if he died. "Look, you don’t agree, do you? But it’s your fault for not understanding Sister Yun Ya. You didn’t think it through. Sister Yun Ya and Miaomiao are twin siblings who grew up together. They never experienced their mother’s love from a young age, and their father and grandmother left them alone overseas for ten years without a care. The two of them really depended on each other for survival. Although you’re together with Sister Yun Ya, how deep is your relationship compared to the more than a decade of sibling affection between her and Miaomiao? By acting this way, you’re clearly pushing Sister Yun Ya away. Sigh... How could I have such a foolish brother?" Yan Ke shook his head in disappointment. Yan Song understood all of Yan Ke’s reasoning, but he just couldn’t get over that hurdle in his heart; it made him feel stifled and uncomfortable just to think about it. "Man, it’s normal to be jealous, but that’s toward the men coveting your girlfriend. But is Miaomiao an ordinary man? His place in Sister Yun Ya’s heart, I bet ten of you can’t compare," Yan Ke hit the nail on the head with his frighteningly high emotional intelligence. Yan Song took a deep breath and clenched his fists even tighter. Glancing at him, Yan Ke continued, "If you can’t accept it, it’s better to let go now. Hesitation only leads to more chaos. If you can accept it, then don’t keep making such a face from now on. Who could stand that over time? Sister Yun Ya is a very smart person. She knows exactly what she wants, and faced with a choice, I believe she would choose Miaomiao without hesitation. Before, Miaomiao wasn’t here, and you didn’t have to face this issue. But now, you have to confront it head-on." One had to admit, Yan Ke’s words were frank and harsh, but they were also very real. This was the issue Yan Song had been avoiding ever since Miaomiao appeared. The person Yun Ya loved most wasn’t him; this was the most unbearable truth for him. But the one she depended on for life was her brother. If he couldn’t get past that and directly face Miaomiao’s presence, there would still be conflicts between them, and over time, those conflicts would become a bomb in their relationship. To break up—he would never agree to it, not even worth considering. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel★fire.net Then what was he doing now? Why was he sulking? Yes, Miaomiao was her brother upon whom she depended for life, and he was also his brother. Was he making a huge fuss over nothing? "Alas, the one who’s actually the most heartbroken right now is Sister Yun Ya. Who knows where she’s hiding and crying secretly? The person she loves most doesn’t understand her. How heartbroken she must be," Yan Ke said slowly as he stood up and left Yan Song’s room. Yan Song paused, then, the thought of Yun Ya crying made his heart ache immensely. Had she misunderstood his resolute departure? With that thought, he couldn’t sit still any longer. He changed his clothes, grabbed his car keys, and rushed out. Seeing Yan Song dash off, Yan Ke curled his lips in satisfaction. Brother, you must persevere. Hurry and bring my sister-in-law back, so our mother stops nagging and matchmaking at random. Zhuang Xiyue watched Yan Song leave in a huff and called out subconsciously, "Where are you going?" The reply she received was Yan Song’s tall figure vanishing into the night. "This child, always out and about, who knows what he’s doing out there," Zhuang Xiyue complained. Uncle Yan said cheerfully, "Young Lady, rest assured, the young master knows what he’s doing." Yan Song drove the silver sports car like a streak of lightning in the dark night, stirring up a wild wind, vanishing at the end of the road in an instant. When he passed by a flower shop, he stopped the car and got out. The shop owner at the entrance, preparing to close up and moving flower pots, instantly looked on with adoring eyes. A sports car and a handsome man; truly a sight for sore eyes. "Welcome, what would you like?" Such long legs, such handsome features, as if he’d stepped right out of a comic book. Yan Song took a look around the flower shop and asked, "I had a fight with my girlfriend, and I want to make her happy. What flowers should I give her?" The shop owner’s heart bloomed with joy. A fight with his girlfriend, huh? This young man looked like he was sure to be caring.