Surname Yan? That surname is indeed rare; in the whole of Jiangzhou, the only family that comes to mind is one.
So he’s the mayor’s son...
The young man appeared extremely cultured, nodding gently towards him: "Uncle Ming, hello."
Neither arrogant nor rash, neither servile nor overbearing.
He really hadn’t expected that Yun Ya had already found a boyfriend. She was not yet sixteen, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that the flower he’d raised at home had been rooted up by a pig—no matter how excellent the boy was, he still found it somewhat hard to accept.
However, he wouldn’t really show it. Since Yun Ya had introduced her boyfriend to him, it was clear she didn’t see him as an outsider. From this point of view, Ming Han was fairly pleased.
"Calling me that makes me feel old, but since you’re Yun Ya’s peer, it’s not wrong to call me thus," Ming Han said cheerfully.
"Since you’re Yun Ya’s boyfriend, don’t be a stranger. Take a seat."
Yan Song sat down next to Yun Ya, his every move displaying great refinement. He was clearly a son from a prestigious family, yet he possessed a composed temperament, lacking the frivolous air of other young masters. The more Ming Han observed him, the more satisfied he became, his gaze carrying a bit of the approval one might reserve for a son-in-law.
"Young Master Yan...."
Yan Song raised his eyes to look at him: "Uncle Ming, you can just call me Ah Song."
"Ah Song, you’re in high school, right?"
"I just finished the college entrance exam," Yan Song replied politely with a nod.
Ming Han nodded, "Your results must be out, how did you do?" The tone was that of a normal elder’s inquiry, not at all off-putting.
Yan Song smiled and turned his head to glance at Yun Ya.
"Modestly speaking, I achieved the top science score in the nation," he said with an even tone.
Yun Ya was pleasantly surprised for a moment, having not expected the results to be out already, but she had been so busy lately that she forgot such an important matter.
Then she was filled with joy. The national top scorer, she always knew Brother Yan was the best.
Ming Han raised his eyebrows and took another look at the young man, truly impressive.
"Have you decided on which university you would like to attend?"
Yan Song pressed his lips together, then said, "I plan to apply for a military academy."
Ming Han smiled and expressed his admiration, "A true man aspires to travel the four corners of the world, serving the military for one’s country, very good."
Choosing a military academy meant that he would become an officer upon graduation, and considering the background of the Yan family... this young man’s future was boundless.
Deep down, he was truly happy for Yun Ya, but he also wouldn’t jump to conclusions too quickly, choosing instead to observe a bit longer.
Throughout the meal, the several of them chatted while eating. Yun Ya occasionally interjected, but mostly it was Ming Han and Yan Song talking, covering topics from current affairs to the military, seemingly with no end to their conversation. The atmosphere was very harmonious.
Yun Ya occasionally served food to Miaomiao, who ate with great focus, not catching what the other two were discussing, fully immersed instead in her own important business of eating. Miaomiao had a particularly good appetite and wasn’t picky, and most importantly, no matter how much she ate, she didn’t put on weight.
Yun Ya watched Miaomiao eat and listened to the conversation between the two men, a smile tugging at her lips.
After the conversation, Ming Han realized that this young man really was extraordinary, with surprising insights into politics and well-reasoned analyses and suggestions regarding the nation’s military development—clearly a profound character. To have such perspectives at eighteen was most commendable.
Although Yan Song kept talking to Ming Han, he never forgot about Yun Ya, and many subtle details showed his care for her. Now Ming Han was truly at ease.
After the meal, Ming Han took a photo with Yun Ya and Yun Miao. Ming Han sat in the middle, with Yun Ya and Yun Miao hugging his neck, one on each side, all smiling brilliantly. The synchronous smiles at the corners of their mouths made them look like a genuinely happy family.
Ming Han posted this photo on his Weibo: Had a great time today, Yaya, Miaomiao, daddy loves you [heart, heart, heart]
The moment the photo was uploaded, it caused a heated discussion on the internet, sweeping across the screens of many, especially Yun Ya and Yun Miao. This pair of high-value siblings captured the hearts of many fans, who loudly proclaimed their adoration.
In one day’s time, the Ji Yunya Fan Support Group was established on Weibo, reaching over a hundred thousand fans, and there was also a personal fan forum for Ji Yunya, with tens of thousands of followers, and the numbers were increasing rapidly.
Ji Yunya wasn’t a celebrity, yet she was more popular than trending young actors and actresses, inevitably arousing envy. But whenever someone tried to discredit her, they were instantly shredded by Ming Han’s powerful fanbase. Daring to slander the Princess of the Bright Sect was simply courting death.
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