Do I even need to say it? Going back to Jiangzhou is definitely to see Sister Yun Ya. What do these relatives mean to him? I’m afraid they’re not even as important as a single hair on Sister Yun Ya’s head, so demoralizing. Zhuang Xiyue sighed, then patted Yan Ke’s head: "My Gege is so considerate. If you were a girl, Mommy would be even happier." Yan Ke pursed his lips. His mom was so desperate for a daughter, otherwise, she wouldn’t like Sister Yun Ya so much. Upon exiting the airport, a low-key luxury car was parked there, and two men in black approached, "Third Young Master, Third Madam, Young Master." They greeted each one respectively. Taking the luggage from them, they respectfully opened the rear car door. The scene wasn’t grand, but it still attracted quite a few glances from passersby. The three of them got into the car, and Yan Nanmo asked, "Where’s Third Uncle?" "The Master had some urgent matters to deal with and asked me to extend his regards to you." Zhuang Xiyue curled her lips and looked out the window. "Third Young Master, shall we go home now, or..." the man in black tentatively asked. Yan Nanmo said indifferently, "Let’s go home first to see Grandfather." Yan Ke leaned on Zhuang Xiyue’s arm and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I’m a little nervous." Zhuang Xiyue laughed out loud and patted the back of his hand: "What are you nervous about? We’re going home, not heading to the guillotine. You’re Zhuang Xiyue’s son, let’s see who dares to bully you." With these words, she cast a meaningful glance at Yan Nanmo. Yan Nanmo smiled helplessly. Different from his brother, when his parents took him to Jiangzhou, he was only one or two years old and had no memory at all of the Yan Family. His brother grew up under the care of their great-grandfather and was the first boy of his father’s generation, so the great-grandfather adored him very much. With that adoration, his brother was like a little overlord in the Yan Family. Later, their family settled in Jiangzhou because of their father’s job. Every year during the New Year, their parents would take him and his brother back to Jiangzhou. The large family gathering was extremely lively, leaving him with the only impression that it was crowded and complicated. Until one year, something happened, and he never went back again. His mother, out of anger, did not return for three years. His brother visited less frequently as well, only their father persisted in going back every year. Later on, his brother would scare him with stories about the Yan Family of Jingdu; he often had nightmares at night. He didn’t have a good impression of the Yan Family of Jingdu. In fact, he was quite resentful, even though it was his family in name. Life in Jiangzhou was so much better. Just the four of them, simple and straightforward, without so many worries. Thinking of this, he felt increasingly depressed and burdened. The closer they got to home, the more nervous he became, wishing he could turn around and head back to Jiangzhou, never to set foot here again. Seeing his nervousness, Zhuang Xiyue sighed and patted his shoulder, saying softly, "Gege, you are the son of your dad and mom. No one can bully you, and you are not like your brother. Your future is free. Mom will not let the weight of the family fall on your shoulders. You do whatever you want to do. With your dad, mom, and brother supporting you, you can afford to be a little unruly, understand?" Yan Ke sniffed, feeling relieved. He still had his parents and brother. So even in such a cold and large family, his heart remained warm. Hugging Zhuang Xiyue, he said in a muffled voice, "Aren’t you usually the most afraid of my brother and me becoming dissolute? Why are you indulging me now?" Zhuang Xiyue gently patted his shoulder: "Because Mommy believes in you. Both of you are smart, kind, good children. But sometimes, kindness can be your weakness, especially... in such a family, Mommy can’t always protect you, so you have to learn to protect yourselves. Fortunately, these years Mom hasn’t raised you to be fragile flowers, but to withstand the storms." She laughed at her own words. Yan Ke understood Zhuang Xiyue’s meaning and nodded heavily, "I won’t disappoint you." Zhuang Xiyue tenderly stroked his hair, "Just be yourself. In this family, you can disregard everyone, but you must respect your Great Grandfather. If you earn his appreciation and affection, then you truly don’t have to care about anyone else’s opinion." The Great Grandfather? An old man over eighty, with white hair and beard, had the kindest eyes and a friendly smile, but the shrewdness and fierceness lurking deep within those eyes made him shudder whenever he thought about it. To be honest, he had been afraid of the Great Grandfather since he was a child. Now he was expected to get close to him, alright, to secure his footing in the Yan Family, he would give it his all. Seeing the determination on Yan Ke’s face, Zhuang Xiyue nodded in satisfaction and then thought of the upcoming situation, massaging her temples with a headache. Her thoughts were eerily similar to Gege’s, not wanting to return unless absolutely necessary. However, she couldn’t just hole up in Jiangzhou forever, which would not only hinder Nanmo’s career but also impede the futures of Yan Song and Yan Ke. As a strong mother, Zhuang Xiyue had come back once again. She shook her head, feeling a surge of strength flood her body. A warm, large hand landed on her shoulder, gently embracing her, and whispered in her ear, "Don’t be afraid, I’m still here." —— Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs N0velFire.ɴet Yan Song sat in the car, squinting his eyes. Every time he closed his eyes, he envisioned images of Yun Ya and Qin Du chatting and laughing jovially, and although he knew Yun Ya would never betray him, he couldn’t control the malicious thoughts seeping into his mind. "Fuck..." He suddenly sat up straight, cursing loudly, which startled the driver enough to make his heart skip a beat. Emma, this person is terrifying. Could he be a fugitive on the run? But how could a criminal look so handsome? Upon reaching Qinglin Mountain, Yan Song directed the car straight to the entrance of Ji Family Manor. Just as he was about to get out of the car, the sound of a text message notification came from his phone. He instinctively took it out for a glance, and his pupils constricted sharply upon reading the title. [National Goddess in Late-Night Meeting with Mysterious Man, Love Affair Suspected?] [Ji Yunya’s New Romance Unveiled? Could it be with a Super-Rich Heir?] [Heartbreak—The Goddess is Taken.] Microblogs, forums, and browsers—every public platform was broadcasting this news, all focusing on one question: Ji Yunya’s secretive meeting with a mysterious man, love affair exposed... Her boyfriend was right here; what in the world were these people reporting? Yan Song’s face turned frighteningly cold as he turned and sat back in the car. Seeing him return, the driver nearly cried, and he looked even more intimidating than before. The young man remained silent, causing the driver to hold his breath, not daring to make a sound. Yan Song’s fingers flew across the screen, his eyes quickly absorbing any pertinent information from the news. The original source of the leak was an internet celebrity known as "Fatty Flying Pig." She had posted a photo of Ji Yunya with a strange man, in which Ji Yunya’s image was clear, her face beaming with a smile, appearing quite jovial. The caption mentioned an accidental encounter with Ji Yunya at a French restaurant and concluded with an innocent question, "Is that man her boyfriend? He’s so handsome and has such a great presence." Her initial following was high, and the post immediately attracted a massive audience, especially as it involved Ji Yunya, a hot topic at the moment. The online world exploded with the revelation. The media jumped on the story with frenzied press releases to garner attention using Ji Yunya’s romantic life, and in no time, Ji Yunya’s name climbed to the top of the trending searches, sparking a multitude of discussions. Yan Song looked at the paparazzi-taken photo; the background was blurred out, making it impossible to discern which restaurant it was. Only twenty minutes had passed since the incident broke, and many people still hadn’t figured out which restaurant it was. However, one netizen was adamantly claiming that it was a newly opened French restaurant on Fuyuan Street in Gaoxin District. Without the slightest hesitation, Yan Song ordered the driver, "Go to Fuyuan Street in Gaoxin District." The driver didn’t dare to delay and quickly set off. Yan Song gripped the phone tightly, his knuckles white and veins bulging on the back of his hand, his eyes darkening as he stared out the window at the fleeting neon lights, his thin lips pressed tightly together.