A photo flashed on the TV screen, showing a young girl sitting under a large tree, her chin resting in her hand as she gazed into the distant sky. The breeze lifted the hem of her school uniform, soft and fresh.
Underneath her neat bobbed hair, which made her look very obedient, was a delicate face, her skin translucently fair in the sunlight. When she smiled, her eyes curved like crescents, giving off a very kind and comforting feeling.
Although her features were not particularly beautiful, that sweet and obedient temperament was unforgettable, like a little white flower growing amid the storm, provoking an instinctive desire to protect her. This type was a favorite among homebodies, and once circulating online, it quickly garnered their adoration.
Yun Ya wondered if Yun Shen was into this type of girl?
"Pah, dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and the son of a mouse will dig holes. Nothing good comes out of the same nest," Ji Die couldn’t help but curse.
Yun Ya’s lips curved into a smile; that lesson seemed to have truly made an impression on Aunt Die.
When Yun Ya set down the kettle, it made a soft sound. Ji Die turned her head upon hearing the noise, seeing Yun Ya standing to the side in front of the Glazed Terrace, instinctively going to turn off the TV. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovєlFіre.net
"Miss... Miss Yun Ya," her eyes stealthily watched Yun Ya, hoping to catch a glimpse of an unusual emotion on her face.
Holding a glass, Yun Ya’s slender and fair hand looked particularly beautiful against the backdrop of the transparent glass.
She took a light sip of water, a simple gesture that exuded casual elegance.
Her face was calm, her eyes carried her usual gentle smile, and her pitch-black eyes looked over.
"Aunt Die, I’ve told you many times, don’t call me Miss. Just call me Yun Ya or Yaya," she said.
"Miss... Oh, Yaya, you... you’re all right, aren’t you?" Ji Die tentatively asked.
Yun Ya laughed, "What could possibly be wrong with me? Just because Kang Jinxian is on TV? What does that have to do with me? Aunt Die, if you’re really bored, you could go out more."
Ji Die couldn’t discern anything from Yun Ya’s face. She couldn’t help but think back to Miss Yun when she was little. She had grown up, becoming smarter and more composed, and even if she had something on her mind, how could it be easy for Ji Die to tell?
Did everything about the Yun Family truly have nothing to do with her anymore?
Ji Die didn’t know, nor did she dare to ask further. A decade of time separated them, and she found herself increasingly unable to see through Miss Yun.
After pouring another glass of water, Yun Ya carried it upstairs.
As she ascended the stairs, her footsteps paused, yet she did not turn back, her voice gentle and calm as it drifted through the air.
"I will be returning to Jiangzhou the day after tomorrow, Aunt Die. If you want to go back, just let me know."
As her figure vanished into the stairwell, Ji Die stood there, surprised.
Miss Yun was going back to Jiangzhou? What was she doing in Jiangzhou?
Thinking of certain people, Ji Die still felt an unresolved anger in her chest.
She bit her lip, deciding.
No matter what Miss Yun was doing in Jiangzhou, the city was so vast, they might run into each other at any time. She worried that Miss Yun would be bullied, and besides, Miss Yun needed someone to attend to her. No matter what, she had to follow her back.
Back in her room, Yun Ya opened her computer and typed Kang Jinxian’s name into the search box, triggering a flood of news.
The most eye-catching was a post made three minutes earlier by a Weibo big shot.
—According to rumors, the recently popular homebody goddess is the adopted daughter of a wealthy family, and her eighteenth birthday is one week from now. Rumor has it her adoptive mother is quite fond of her and will be holding an adult ceremony for her at the Huadu Hotel on that evening. Just getting a glimpse of the guest list leaked from the hotel is enough to dazzle the eyes, tsk tsk, how come some people are so lucky?
Yun Ya raised an eyebrow.
One week later, Huadu Hotel, eighteenth birthday celebration?
She could almost picture Kang Jinxian shining brightly, basking in everyone’s envy and attention, her smile obliging and sweet, the darling cotton-padded jacket in Yun Shu’s eyes, and in Yun Shen’s eyes...
Ha... the little white flower that needed to be cherished and protected.
Soon after, the Weibo post was deleted. As Yun Ya was about to close the browser, she accidentally clicked into the Weibo homepage and was about to exit by clicking the top right corner when she inadvertently caught sight of the top-ranked name in the trending search box.
National male god, with a Hot symbol next to it.
Yun Ya felt her heartbeat skip abnormally for a moment. She frowned, ignoring this abnormal reaction, ready to click the cross to exit, but as if possessed, her hand moved the mouse and clicked on it.