Ah Lin grabbed her: "Why are you in such a hurry? Didn’t you see there’s a girl sitting across from him? Is it appropriate to just go over like that?" "Is that girl his girlfriend? I’ve never seen our idol look at anyone with such gentle eyes. Ah, ah, ah... He even touched her head! I can’t take it, he’s too handsome! Who is that girl? Daring to steal our idol, it’s disgraceful." One of the girls said indignantly. Compared to his youthful exuberance, the grown-up Yan Song exuded the calm and composure of a mature man, especially with his cold and noble aura. It left all the girls, conditioned to see only effeminate men, stunned and their hearts uncontrollably racing. Ah Lin cast her a sideways glance: "Keep quiet, trust our idol’s judgment. His girlfriend can’t be too bad." Ah Lin was the leader among them, and with her words, although some girls were unwilling, they dared not say more. Just then, a table next to them was vacated and the group sat down, continuously glancing over at them, chattering about how handsome Yan Song was, how charming, while secretly harboring jealousy towards that mysterious girlfriend. Ah Lin sighed seeing this. With such a mindset, they could only admire from afar. Though she herself felt a bit jealous, thinking she had a good background and talent, perhaps Yan Song’s girlfriend wasn’t even as excellent as her? But that hope quickly faded, as Yan Song was exceptionally considerate to that girl. In their impression, Yan Song was always aloof and unreachable. They had never seen him take care of a girl with such tenderness. Despite the jealousy, they had to admit, Yan Song treated his girlfriend very well. "Someone seems to be constantly watching us?" Yun Ya sensitively felt many inquisitive gazes falling on her, but never turned back. Yan Song took out a napkin to gently wipe the soup off the corner of her mouth, casually saying, "Just a few little mice, don’t mind them." Yun Ya nodded, "I’m a bit stuffed." Yan Song’s mouth curved into a smile, "You’re too thin, eat more to gain weight, or holding you is a bit prickly." "Yan Song, you dirty scoundrel." Yun Ya bashfully reached out her small fist to punch him, but Yan Song suddenly caught her little hand, placed it at his lips and kissed it, raising an eyebrow: "How could I marry a wife if I wasn’t a scoundrel?" Yun Ya felt flustered, and abruptly withdrew her hand. "I’m not talking to you anymore, take me home." A group of girls watched on, grinding their teeth, at this display of affection... But what came next dazzled their eyes. Yan Song walked over and picked the girl up in his arms, burying her face in his chest, boldly walking away like that. As they passed by, a daring girl stood up wanting to greet them, but felt the cold aura emanating from the man, and those words couldn’t come out. They watched helplessly as his tall figure disappeared on the second floor. "Couldn’t even see her face clearly, so precious, what does she really look like?" The few exchanged glances, their expressions not looking good. "Alright, alright, let’s eat, we still have class later, don’t look so glum." Ah Lin tapped her chopsticks. Focused too much on watching, didn’t even manage to snap a picture. Yan Song escorted her to the gate of Ji Family Manor, and Yun Ya invited him in for a bit. Yan Song smiled: "I have something coming up later, I’ll come by when I have time, say hi to Miaomiao for me." Follow current novᴇls on novｅlfire.net Yun Ya’s smile faded slightly, she had kept Miaomiao’s disappearance under wraps very well. Miaomiao was never one to draw attention, and hadn’t been missed for two years. Yan Song raised an eyebrow at this: "What’s wrong?" Yun Ya smiled: "Nothing, Brother Yan, you should go back, I’ll go in myself when we reach the entrance." "I’ll watch you go in before I leave." Yun Ya went over, tiptoed to kiss his lips, light as a dragonfly, then ran away like the wind. Yan Song touched his mouth and smiled, his features full of tenderness. Watching Yun Ya’s figure run into the distance, his brows slightly furrowed. Yaya, I’m waiting for you to tell me. He turned around and walked step by step down the mountain. "Boss, Monkey didn’t come back all night, has something happened to him?" Just upon returning to the hotel, Eagle walked in. "He’s in Pei Qinghan’s hands, Pei Qinghan doesn’t have the guts to kill him." Yan Song said calmly. "What’s Pei Qinghan’s intention in doing this? Why is he hiding Dong Xieyou? Could he and Dong Xieyou be partners?"