Yun Ya leaned her cheek on her hand, looking at the person in front of her, unable to help but sigh again. Boyfriend is too handsome, attracting envious stares—such a bother. Yan Song picked up a soup dumpling with chopsticks and brought it to her mouth, "Open your mouth." Yun Ya obediently opened her mouth and took a bite, contentedly enjoying his service. The soup dumpling had a lot of broth, and with one bite, it all squeezed out, with even two drops splashing onto Yan Song’s face. Yun Ya couldn’t help but laugh, Yan Song glared at her, stuffed the chopsticks in her hand, and pulled out a napkin to wipe the broth from his face. Follow current novels on novel⁂fire.net Yun Ya couldn’t help but sigh, two years have passed, yet Yan Song’s cleanliness obsession remains unwavering. "Brother Yan, Aunt Zhuang called me a few days ago," Yun Ya took a bite of the dumpling, spoke casually. Yun Ya glanced at him hesitantly and said, "Aunt Zhuang said she’d send someone to pick me up to go to the Capital City...." "In about ten days, it’s my great-grandfather’s big birthday celebration. Our mom taking you to meet the family in advance is not a bad idea," Yan Song interrupted Yun Ya, speaking up. Our mom... Yun Ya’s brow twitched, feeling a bit of joy in her heart, but soon, she furrowed her brows slightly, not knowing how to speak. "No what?" Yan Song looked at her, the inquiry in his eyes made Yun Ya hesitate: "Or are you saying you never wanted to marry me?" That accusation was too big, leaving Yun Ya unsure how to respond momentarily. Yan Song’s gaze contained a touch of coldness, he slightly narrowed his eyes and examined her: "Do you really not want to marry me?" Yun Ya pouted: "Of course I want to, I dream of marrying you, Brother Yan, you’re misunderstanding me, okay?" Yan Song chuckled lightly, peeled the eggshell leisurely, "You wouldn’t dare." After thinking for a while, his tone softened and said, "Don’t worry about my mom. I will convince her; I plan to go back on the birthday. That day, I’ll tell mom to get us engaged first to save you from being fancied about by everyone." Yun Ya felt a bit bitter inside, wanting to tell him the truth, but seeing Yan Song’s expression, saying it now might ruin the peaceful breakfast, better to find an opportunity to tell him specifically. "By the way, Brother Yan, why are you in Jiangzhou?" Knowing full well inwardly, but still pretending to ask casually. Yan Song placed the peeled egg in her porridge bowl, glanced at her, and said plainly: "Work related matters." "Oh, Brother Yan must be very impressive now." Not just impressive. Yan Song smiled and ruffled her hair: "Supporting you is no problem." Yun Ya pouted: "My fortune now is quite impressive, I don’t need you to support me." Yan Song shook his head and smiled: "Give you some paint and you think you can open a dye house, I said I could support you, so I will." "Then I want to live in a villa, wear name brands, eat delicacies, can you afford that?" If relying solely on Yan Song’s stipend, Yun Ya would be left with nothing. She enjoys life, the best in food, clothing, housing, transportation, and even after marrying Yan Song, she wouldn’t neglect herself one bit. Yan Song smiled dotingly: "Since you’re my little princess, even if you want stars from the sky, I’d have to get them for you." Yun Ya got goosebumps, Brother Yan could be really cheesy. Cheeks blushing, shyly lowering her gaze, her heart filled with warmth. Actually, Brother Yan, you don’t know, even if I have to live in hardship with you, I’d be willing, but I know, you wouldn’t let me live that kind of life. The two were seated at a corner on the second floor, with greenery as cover, not drawing attention, but at this time it was the morning rush hour, the shop was getting crowded, most students flocked to the second floor, seeing no seats left, could only anxiously await. "Ah Lin, look over there, those two should be almost done eating, let’s head over and just stand near there, if they’re sensible enough, they’ll leave on their own." The girl pointed to the corner seat. The girl named Ah Lin squinted over, not knowing what she saw, her pupils contracted. The few girls tagging along looked over, suddenly one girl covered her mouth: "Doesn’t he look like the heartthrob?" Ah Lin glanced at her: "What do you mean ’like,’ it’s clearly him." "Never thought after two years we’d still see the heartthrob again, ahhh, so thrilling and exciting, should we go say hi?" Yan Song graduated two years ago, yet remains a legend at Jiangzhou No.1 High School, honored as the national top scorer in his college entrance exam, although it’s unclear why the school erased all his photos from the honor board somehow as if trying to remove every trace of him, his popularity among the students is undiminished, especially among the juniors who witnessed his charisma firsthand two grades below him. Even later when idols appeared, none could replace the youth who dazzled their entire adolescence.