The obedient daughter and the flustered father spent days filled with jest and banter, which were nonetheless lively and flavorful.
She posted a heart emoji, and beyond that, not a single extra word; at that moment, silence spoke louder than words.
Once the photo was uploaded, fans instantly flocked to gush over it, some swooning over Ming Han’s good looks from ten years ago, others adoring the father-daughter CP, lamenting how time is a ruthless slayer, and some fangirling over the girl’s looks. The name Ji Yunya was brought up once again.
Watching, Yun Ya commented with her alt account—a touch moved, never forgetting.
Just after sending it, she heard the discussion of a few girls nearby, "Isn’t this little girl the daughter from the show the Sect Hierarch participated in ten years ago?"
"Exactly, she’s the one. This young lady is both smart and beautiful. Grown up now, she must be a real beauty, a perfect match for the Sect Hierarch..."
"Are you crazy? They’re father and daughter, alright? Hyping up a father-daughter CP could turn the public against you. I actually think she’s best matched with Little King Mai. They were a CP when they were kids on the show."
"What’s her name again?"
"Ji Yunya, her name is Ji Yunya, the Yun Group Heiress. I heard she just got back from abroad and the media have heralded her as the leading socialite," they said enviously.
"Tsk tsk, she’s a true ’white, rich, and beautiful.’ No wonder she stopped pursuing a career in the entertainment industry. She simply doesn’t need the money, why suffer in the entertainment circle?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Nove1Fire.net
Yun Ya listened quietly, a slight smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
"Ding," the first floor arrived, and the elevator doors slowly opened. People filed out, with Yun Ya exiting last.
A plane came to a gentle stop at Jiangzhou Airport, and a group of people emerged from the exit.
The man at the front appeared to be in his forties or fifties, his hair graying, showing signs of age. Yet his eyes were remarkably clear, his gait steady, his walk brisk.
Following him were two young people, a man and a woman. The man was wearing a suit that looked somewhat awkward on his handsome face. He loosened his tie from time to time and took deep breaths, his eyes darting around, seeming quite spirited.
The woman, dressed in a black mini dress, had her long hair tied into a high ponytail, exuding a sharp and capable air. With delicate makeup on and walking with a straight back, her gaze forever forward, she seemed rather haughty.
Yun Zhan loosened his tie again, feeling uncomfortable in the suit that his roommate had lent him. He actually hated wearing suits and felt his nature was being constrained, like a bird with its wings clipped, almost unbearable.
The woman beside him glanced sideways at him with an almost imperceptible snort of disdain.
Yun Zhan couldn’t be bothered with her and took out his phone to send a message.
[Master, I’m here! Are you ready to welcome your little apprentice?]
At that moment, another group of people emerged from the opposite exit. The man leading them was probably over fifty, dressed in a gray tunic suit, with a stern and proper face. He walked briskly ahead, followed by a crowd.
"Brother?" the person in front exclaimed in surprise, and the man looked over. In the moment their eyes met, they both quickened their pace and embraced in a reunion after a long separation.
"Yuanzi, I never expected to see you here," the man said excitedly, patting his back.
Li Yuan appeared quite thrilled, "Brother, it’s been so many years since we last saw each other. We must catch up properly this time."
Yun Zhan asked the girl beside him in a low voice, "Who is that? He’s Professor Li’s brother and seems to be quite a big deal."
She turned her head to look at him, her gaze full of disdain, "You don’t even know Professor Wen Dehua?"
Yun Zhan’s eyes widened in surprise, "What, he’s Professor Wen Dehua?"
The girl sneered softly, "An uncultured bumpkin, must you have come from Mars? Don’t mention you know me when you’re out."
Yun Zhan glared, "Shan Feifei, it’s you who’s from Mars, your whole family is from Mars..."
Shan Feifei rolled her eyes at him and turned away to watch the two professors with a look of admiration in her eyes.