If Yun Shen hadn’t been so heartless towards Yun Shu, she might have had a bit more respect for him, but now it seemed he was truly scum through and through. A man like him deserved to spend the rest of his life alone in prison.
After a moment of silence, Yun Shen’s indifferent voice came through the phone.
"I heard Miaomiao is back."
"Yes, it seems like Dad cares about Miaomiao too. She would definitely be very happy to know that." The sarcasm in her words surely wouldn’t be detected by Yun Shen.
Having to find out news about his own son through the internet; what a competent father indeed.
Yun Shen cleared his throat, "Are you free tonight? I want to invite you out for dinner."
So this was his intention, another Feast at Hong Gate? ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fire.net
"I just finished eating, but since this is the first time Dad’s inviting us out, we have to go no matter what." The girl’s voice feigned excitement as if dining with him was a supreme honor.
Yun Shen pursed his lips, "Good, I’ll send you the address later."
After hanging up the phone, Yun Ya scoffed. There were no good banquets, prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Let’s see what you’re really plotting.
Yun Ya changed Miaomiao into new clothes, and although Miaomiao remembered what had upset her, she behaved excellently the whole time.
Looking at the stunningly handsome youth in the mirror, Yun Ya asked softly, "Miaomiao, do you still remember Dad?"
Miaomiao smiled happily, [Is it Father Ming Han?]
Yun Ya shook his head. After ten years, Miaomiao might have even forgotten what that man looked like.
"Dad, our Dad, the constantly stern-faced man you’ve forgotten..." Yun Ya struggled to find the words.
Miaomiao furrowed her brows in confusion, still unable to recall.
Yun Ya chuckled, "It’s okay if you can’t remember. You’ll know when you see him. Just don’t be afraid, I’ll be with you all the time."
As they were leaving the house, Ji Die, who had been sitting on the sofa, suddenly stood up, looking uneasy at Yun Ya: "Miss..."
Yun Ya spoke with a smile: "I was wrong earlier. I shouldn’t have lost my temper at you. I apologize."
Ji Die quickly waved her hand: "How could I accept this, but Miss, your animosity towards the young lady is too great. No matter what, she is your biological mother..."
Starting her brainwashing again, Yun Ya was already disappointed with this woman.
"My mother died ten years ago, Aunt Die. If you bring her up again, forget about acknowledging me as Miss." With that, she took the confused Miaomiao and quickly left the house.
There was a loud "bang" as the door was forcefully shut, causing Ji Die to flinch, sigh deeply, and slump on the sofa.
How could things have turned out ?
Yun Ya got into the car and called Uncle Chang: "Uncle Chang, help me check someone’s call logs and whom they’ve contacted recently."
Uncle Chang agreed without hesitation.
After the call, Yun Ya looked out at the neon-lit night scenery, her eyes gradually becoming profound.
Perhaps sensing the chill emanating from Yun Ya, Miaomiao moved closer and took her hand, looking at her with worried, clear eyes.
Yun Ya smiled, rested her head on his shoulder, and gently closed her eyes.
The car arrived at its destination.
Jinyue Hotel, the most luxurious hotel in Jiangzhou.
Standing on the hotel’s red carpet outside, the resplendent grandeur hit them like a wave, nearly blinding with its brilliance.
Yun Ya, gripping Yun Miao’s hand, entered with feigned composure.
The lobby manager immediately came to greet them: "May I ask if you are..."
"I am here for Mr. Yun’s invitation." Yun Ya stated dispassionately, noting the name Zhu Rong written on his name tag.
The manager immediately responded respectfully, "Please follow me, Miss." He had more or less guessed her identity, but calling one’s father Mr. Yun felt awkward, yet understandable...
They were led to a luxurious private room, and the manager, with deference, opened the door, "Please enter, Miss."
The service was impeccable, befitting the most luxurious hotel in Jiangzhou.
Yun Ya walked in with Yun Miao, and the door closed softly behind them.
In the private room, Yun Shen sat in the host’s seat. Upon seeing the two enter, he extinguished his cigarette in an ashtray and looked up.
Yun Ya remembered Yun Shen didn’t use to smoke, but now he had picked up the habit again.
Yun Shen glanced at Yun Ya and then his gaze settled on the quiet Miaomiao.
As Miaomiao saw Yun Shen, he instinctively hid behind Yun Ya, afraid of this man...
Yun Ya gently patted his back: "Don’t be scared, Miaomiao. He is Dad."
"Dad, Miaomiao might be a bit shy, so..."
"I understand. Have a seat." Yun Shen said with an indifferent tone.
Yun Ya, pulling Yun Miao, sat opposite and passed the menu, "Order whatever you want, anything goes."