Yun Shu’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Their gazes met briefly in midair, "crackling" with sparks and lightning, and everyone sensed the smell of gunpowder.
Lady Yan clearly came to stir up trouble. However, upon careful thought, what she said made sense.
Reminded by Lady Yan, people recalled that the Yun Family indeed had an official young miss, no, it should be Young Miss Ji... Back in the day, she was a child star who had been popular across half the sky. It was in this very hotel, at Kang Jinxian’s recognition banquet, that the little girl was kidnapped, after which she vanished from everyone’s sight. Yun Shen publicly claimed that the girl was sent abroad to recuperate from the shock.
A five-year-old girl leaving her family to go abroad, how pitiful that must have been. Recalling the earlier rumors of Yun Shen and Yun Shu mistreating the little girl, people roughly guessed what was going on, but no one spoke further. After all, such matters were unspoken, and history has always been written by the victors.
Treating an adopted daughter even better than her own granddaughter, who knew what Yun Shu was thinking.
Kang Jinxian naturally recognized this Lady Yan. With Mayor Yan’s promotion, Lady Yan became one of a kind among the high society ladies in Jiangzhou. There were rumors that Mayor Yan hailed from a high-ranking family in the Capital City and, once his political tenure flourished, he would be transferred back to the Capital City.
Ji Yunya had been dead for ten years, why was this Lady Yan still thinking of her? What was so good about Ji Yunya?
Yun Shu smiled, her elegance and charm apparent from afar. Time had been incredibly generous to her; her face showed no trace of the years that had passed.
"Lady Yan, today is Ah Xian’s eighteenth birthday and coming-of-age ceremony, the most unforgettable day of her life. Can we talk about this after the banquet?" Yun Shu said, warm and polite, which made Zhuang Xiyue seem all the more relentless and aggressive.
Zhuang Xiyue inwardly cursed the woman for her hypocrisy, but her face wore a smile. "Lady Yun, today, in front of so many guests and witnesses, I just want to know about Yun Ya’s recent situation. You know, I’m very fond of that child Yun Ya. If it weren’t for your earlier refusal, my relationship with Yun Ya would have been just like yours with this young lady." She finished, glancing at Kang Jinxian.
The information implied in these words was quite substantial. It turned out Lady Yan had wanted to take Ji Yunya as her goddaughter, but was refused by Yun Shu. How many people would dream of becoming Lady Yan’s goddaughter, yet why had Yun Shu turned it down?
Yun Shu didn’t expect the other party to be so persistent. She scoffed inwardly; Ji Yunya, that bastard child, had long since turned to ashes, and your wishful plans were bound to fail.
"Who is this Ji Yunya...." Song Yiren frowned, instinctively disliking the person.
Yan Song’s head was lowered, his expression unreadable, his hands by his sides clenched slightly.
"Aunt Zhuang likes her very much? But why have I never heard her name before?" Song Yiren rummaged through her memory, certain she had never heard the name.
Her father had only been transferred to Jiangzhou six years earlier, a trusted official of Mayor Yan, and thus her family had always been close to the Yan Family. By then, Ji Yunya had long been drowned in the flow of time, suppressed by Yun Shen and Yun Shu, so it was normal that she hadn’t heard of her.
Still, she felt a vague sense of familiarity but just couldn’t remember...
"Lady Yan wants an explanation? Fine, I’ll give you one. Yun Ya is being treated in a mental rehabilitation center abroad. ’One should not wash one’s dirty linen in public,’ and that is why I have kept Yun Ya from the public eye all these years..." She spoke eloquently, looking to garner sympathy.
Bai Ran stood in a corner, head slightly lowered, a touch of mockery flashing in his eyes.
"Grandma, how come I never knew I had a mental illness?" Just then, an ethereal and crisp voice suddenly rang out. Like the most soothing spring breeze in April or the Poplar Willow swaying in the gentle wind, it carried an indescribable laziness and charm, weaving into every ear and making people’s hearts tingle...
The sound was so unexpected that everyone present was momentarily stunned. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on noⅴelfire.net
At the sound of the word ’grandma,’ Yun Shu had a bad premonition. In this world, only that person would call her so. She narrowed her eyes to look, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.
That voice... Yan Song’s heart skipped a beat, turning his head almost eagerly. In his line of sight, a white figure approached slowly, her backdrop an endless night. Black and white contrasted starkly, like the brightest star in the dark or the boldest ink in a landscape painting. Reflected in his pupils, it became the most stunning scenery of the world...