Zhu Yangyang was very happy, performing her one-woman show, hogging all the spotlight. Yun Ya saw the news online and smirked. This Zhu Yangyang, she really went to great lengths, clinging to Ming Han at every opportunity. With her current fame and status, she didn’t need to boost her popularity through a romance, it would be counterproductive and damage her reputation. That could only mean one thing: her love for Ming Han ran deep. Logging into her burner account, Yun Ya left a comment under Zhu Yangyang’s Weibo: "A lie will be exposed one day. Here’s a phrase for you, ’Being too clever with one’s schemes can ruin one’s future prospects.’ This comment was a veiled mockery, much better than the abusive comments from zealous negative fans. Perhaps it struck a chord with her fans, as the likes surged rapidly and the comment quickly rose to the top. Many users said it well and followed her Weibo. In that short time, her followers increased by more than ten thousand. Yun Ya got a taste of what it felt like to be an internet celebrity. A Weibo user named Left Protector Wen Wen of the Bright Sect sent her a private message: "Are you a fan of our Sect Hierarch?" Yun Ya found this ID very familiar, as it was often active in popular comment sections and was one of Ming Han’s most loyal fans, having defended her online multiple times. "That’s great, a warm welcome to you for joining our Bright Sect." Yun Ya chatted a few sentences with this Wen Wen when suddenly she received a call from Ji Die. Yun Ya furrowed her brows and answered the phone. "Aunt Die, what’s wrong?" "Miss... I..." Ji Die’s voice was tinged with tears, and Yun Ya abruptly stood up: "What happened?" Ji Die suddenly hung up. Yun Ya frowned, redialed, but the phone was switched off. What on earth happened? Yun Ya had a bad feeling and rushed out, not even bothering to change her clothes. She asked Du Shan to drive her to the neighborhood where Ji Die lived. A plane slowly landed at Jiangzhou Airport. Ning Zijin, with sunglasses covering her face, walked out of the airport holding Ye Feng’s hand. Ning Zihuan waved to them: "Sis, brother-in-law." Ning Zijin took off her sunglasses and said with a smile: "Zihuan." "Get in the car first, we can talk later." The three took a car back to the Ning family home, and Ning Qinghua, seeing Ning Zijin and Ye Feng hand in hand, affectionate and loving, nodded with satisfaction: "Couples argue at the head of the bed but they make up at the foot. I knew you two wouldn’t split up." "Dad." Ning Zijin called out flatly, feeling little affection for her father whom she blamed for her mother’s death. In her heart, he might as well have been dead. "Zijin, it’s not that I want to criticize you, but you and Ye Feng were doing well, why stir up a divorce? Is that Jian guy harassing you again? I’ll have someone break his legs," said Ning Qinghua, rolling up his sleeves as if ready to fight. Ning Zijin furrowed her brows: "What are you talking about? It has nothing to do with him." "How can it not? It’s all over the news, you were even having coffee with him. We can’t let our Ye Feng be wronged." Disgust surged inside Ning Zijin, and Ye Feng, with his arm around her shoulder, said to Ning Qinghua with a smile: "Dad, you misunderstand, Jinjin has nothing to do with Jian Junjie." Ning Qinghua snorted softly, clearly unbelieving. "If you can’t have children, just accept surrogacy quietly. Your mother-in-law has already made concessions. Don’t push your luck. It’s hard to find a man as good as Ye Feng, even with a lantern. Don’t screw it up with your antics." Ning Zijin suddenly stood up and kicked the coffee table fiercely, the sudden aggression startling Ning Qinghua: "What are you doing, girl?" Ning Zijin stared coldly at him: "I didn’t come back to listen to you spout nonsense. Surrogacy?" She laughed out of anger: "I suppose you wouldn’t be sad if I died, would you? Having a father like you, I must be incredibly unlucky." With that, she grabbed her bag and stormed out. "Dad, Jinjin didn’t mean to..." Ning Zijin suddenly turned around, her gaze icy as she looked at Ye Feng: "Aren’t you leaving? What are you standing there for?" Ye Feng shrank his neck and gave Ning Qinghua an apologetic smile, then quickly followed Ning Zijin. "Hey... that damned girl," Ning Qinghua exclaimed angrily. She wouldn’t even give her own father face; after all, he was her biological father. Such a disobedient daughter... Google seaʀᴄh novel✶fire.net Ning Zihuan watched quietly from the side and then suddenly spoke up: "Uncle." Ning Qinghua’s heart skipped a beat, subconsciously wanting to chase after Ning Zijin. He hadn’t yet complained to his daughter; in this family, only Zijin could handle the King of Hell. Just thinking about Ning Qinghuan’s fate made him shiver. Although Zijin had a temper, she was at least his biological daughter, unlike Zihuan—she was a Fiend through and through, able to strike even her own father. What was he, an uncle, in comparison?