Ning Zihuan didn’t even glance at her, "Get lost." The girl pursed her lips in grievance, and her gaze nonchalantly swept over the girl sitting to his right, noticing that Ning Zihuan was actually pouring tea for her, her pupils suddenly contracting. This update is available on NoveI★Fire.net "Is this Miss Ji? You’re much prettier than in the photos," the girl genuinely praised. Yun Ya smiled and said, "Thank you," her demeanor neither cold nor overly warm, graceful and reserved. Huang Yue smiled, but her hand clenched into a fist beneath her sleeve uncontrollably. Could it be that Ning Zihuan likes Ji Yunya? Ji Yunya is so beautiful, always dazzling like a princess wherever she is, so it’s pretty normal for Ning Zihuan to like her. Thinking this, her heart felt as if it had been pricked with a needle, filled with jealousy and discontent, but she wouldn’t let it show on her face. "I told you to get lost, didn’t you hear?" Ning Zihuan’s tone was frosty. After pouring tea for Yun Ya, he also filled Yun Miao’s cup. If one ignored what he had just said, he would appear to be a thoughtful and delicate young man. Huang Yue frowned in secret, her expression turning very aggrieved as she caught sight of a figure approaching. "Zihuan, how can you speak like that? Xiao Yue is such a good girl, don’t talk so unpleasantly," Ning Qinghuan walked over and said. Ning Zihuan snorted coldly, "You think she’s good, so everyone must find her good? Who gave you the face? Get lost quickly with your people, just seeing you all annoys me." "You..." Ning Qinghuan was so angry he felt like hitting someone, but his raised hand ultimately fell helplessly. He really didn’t have what it takes to hit this son, his gaze turning to the quiet and elegant girl sitting next to Ning Zihuan, his eyes slightly squinting. Noticing this movement, a flash of murderous intent swept through Ning Zihuan’s eyes. His indifferent glance towards Ning Qinghuan carried a clear warning, causing Ning Qinghuan to suddenly shudder, all his frivolous thoughts instantly vanishing. This son, he was simply sent by the heavens to settle scores. But he was a coward in front of this son, and promptly turned to leave. Huang Yue didn’t expect Ning Qinghuan to be so useless; Ning Zihuan simply wouldn’t fall for his scheming, which left her feeling extremely frustrated. Suddenly, Ning Zihuan stood up and kicked Huang Yue’s chair. She fell on the ground, her skirt revealing more than intended and drawing the gazes of many men. Huang Yue felt like she wanted to die, covering her skirt as she got up, not yet steady on her feet, when she saw Ning Zihuan calmly sit back down, "I only say things once, don’t let me see you again, get lost." Biting her lip, Huang Yue covered her face and ran off in a panic. The others looked on at the scene, exchanging glances, but no one dared to say anything. Ning Zihuan’s ruthlessness and boldness were well-known, even more excessive than Ning Zijin’s. "Having no idea how to treat women gently," Yun Ya sighed. Ning Zihuan scoffed, "Does she deserve it?" After speaking, he turned to look at Yun Ya, "That old man... I’ll cripple him when I get back." His voice was filled with hostility. "He’s your dad," Yun Ya said indifferently. "He never changes; he needs a lesson." Yun Ya remained noncommittal. Zihuan had a wildness in his bones, like a wolf naturally fierce, but at the same time, he was also protective like a wolf. Those he chose to protect, he would guard by any means necessary, but those he deemed enemies, he would strike at with all his power. An enchanting contradiction. Yun Miao sneakily tugged at Yun Ya’s sleeve, needing to use the restroom. Yun Ya said with a smile, "I’ll take you." Ning Zihuan stood up, "I should take him instead, you stay here and enjoy your meal. What, are you afraid I’ll lose your brother?" But Yun Miao automatically stood behind Yun Ya, making it clear that nobody else would do but Yun Ya. Ning Zihuan rolled his eyes secretly. Yun Ya, this brother of his, was too silly; how did he even grow up? "Never mind then, Miaomiao isn’t comfortable with strangers." With that, he took Yun Miao’s hand and headed to the restroom, guided by a waiter. Yun Ya waited outside the men’s restroom, watching Yun Miao enter on his own, then took out his phone to have a look. "Miss Ji is indeed charming, even more outstanding than your mother was back in the day," a sleazy voice said from behind him. Yun Ya narrowed his eyes, put the phone into his bag, turned around, and said with a smile, "Uncle Ning, how are you?" The man before him, in his fifties or sixties, dressed in a gray suit, had features that retained the handsomeness of his youth. Although now aged, he still was a handsome uncle, of course, if one ignored those lecherous eyes. At the moment, those eyes were roving over Yun Ya’s face with a lustful gaze, making it very uncomfortable to witness.