Ji Yunya, this is you forcing my hand.
Let’s see who can outlast whom.
After not entering the house for two days, Zhuang Xiyue greeted him with scorn and ridicule, "Oh, Master Yan, you still remember your way home?"
Yan Song called out "Mom" and, with a cold face, headed straight upstairs.
"You, stop right there, Mom has something to say to you," Zhuang Xiyue called out to him.
Yan Song halted his steps but did not turn around.
"I’ve bought your plane ticket already, the flight is the day after tomorrow in the afternoon. Your Third Uncle will pick you up in Capital City. Mom has prepared some gifts for you to take and visit your great-grandfather. He misses you terribly. Stay there for a few days and keep him company,"
"I got it," Yan Song said coldly, without looking back as he dashed up to the second floor.
Zhuang Xiyue couldn’t help but frown, "This kid, his temper is getting more and more unpredictable."
After taking a shower, Yan Song came out to find Yan Ke holding Ah Jiu, lounging on the sofa and laughing like a hen laying eggs.
Yan Song gave him a glance, "Roll back to your room and sleep."
Yan Ke pouted, "Bro, you see, you’re always not home, and you’ve almost starved Ah Jiu skinny. I propose, starting today Ah Jiu will stay with me, otherwise you’ll starve it to death sooner or later. Don’t worry, I will take good care of it."
"Alive, it’s my cat; dead, it’s my ghost. You wish to have it, dream on," Yan Song said in a chilly tone, glancing fiercely at the little ingrate.
Startled, Ah Jiu desperately burrowed into Yan Ke’s embrace while he gently patted its back, cooing soothingly.
"Bro, why are you scaring Ah Jiu?" Yan Ke glared at Yan Song, sensed the chilling aura emanating from him, rolled his eyes, and grinned, "Bro, did you have a fight with Sister Yun Ya?"
Yan Song walked out to the balcony, rested his hands on the railing, and stared at the myriad lights of the homes below, as the anger in his heart slowly subsided.
"I saw online that Miaomiao came back. This evening Sister Yun Ya and Miaomiao dined with Ming Han. You were there too, right? I know what you’re up to, you purposely showed your shoes, heh heh."
"But speaking of which, Miaomiao is pretty handsome, those brows and eyes look so much like Sister Yun Ya. I remember when you fought with Sister Yun Ya as a kid, wasn’t it because you insulted Miaomiao? Tsk tsk, don’t you feel awkward meeting Miaomiao? However, this guy can’t hear or speak, I heard he’s got some intellectual issues, this big cousin is not a problem at all," Yan Ke babbled on endlessly.
"Get out of my room, immediately, right now," Yan Song strode over, pinched Ah Jiu’s fur, lifting him, and her, and with no mercy, tossed them into the corner. Ah Jiu let out two meows, then cowered, tucking in its paws and staying obediently in the corner.
"Hey, what are you doing? You’re really off tonight. If you have any troubles, you can talk to your little brother, I can help you resolve them," Yan Ke immediately jumped off the sofa and bounded onto the bed.
Yan Song gave him a glance.
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Seeing the slight expression on Yan Song’s face, Yan Ke knew he had guessed right. Everything was fine before, so why the sudden conflict? It just so happened Miaomiao had returned, it must be because of Miaomiao.
"Really, it’s Miaomiao. Is Miaomiao hard to get along with? Or are you jealous of even Miaomiao?" Knowing his brother well, it was definitely the latter.
Yan Song pursed his lips tightly and said coldly, "Kid, don’t ask so many questions."
"And how much older are you than me?" Yan Ke pouted, "Fine, keep having issues with Sister Yun Ya. Right now, she’s the dream girl of every man in Country Hua, giving other men a perfect opportunity. When Sister Yun Ya gets snapped up, just wait and cry."
Yan Song’s lips tightened.
Yan Ke snickered, then said seriously, "Tell me what’s going on, and let me analyze it for you. I’m telling you, you have high IQ but low EQ. How can you win a girl like that? Your little brother here is universally recognized as high EQ at school."
Yan Song snorted coldly, too lazy to bother with him.
There was no way he was going to drag Yun Ya and Yun Miao’s issues into the conversation, especially with Yan Ke, who couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He would rather die than do that.