Setting a trap for her? Like in the past life, using familial affection to confuse her? Or, has he actually developed a conscience?
No matter what, it couldn’t possibly be the last one. Even if one believed that pigs could climb trees, believing that Yun Shen would develop a conscience was more ludicrous than a rain of red drops from the sky. Original content can be found at novel-fire.ɴet
Yun Shen wasn’t one for overly sentimental words, and just said, "From now on, I’ll take good care of you."
Who coveted your care? Struggling to save oneself and yet spouting such nauseating words.
"Daddy is so good." Saying this nearly made Yun Ya throw up.
Yun Shen looked at them, his lips slowly curling into a smile.
What he was thinking, even he did not know. He just wanted to follow his heart this once, otherwise, he knew he would regret it.
After the meal, Yun Shen drove the two back home, receiving numerous phone calls along the way. He left them at the gates of the Ji Family Manor and then drove off into the night.
Yun Ya watched the car disappear into the night, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
The next moment, she walked into the manor with Miaomiao.
Miaomiao surveyed her surroundings, memories gradually returning. Her eyes lit up with joy, and she turned to Yun Ya, exuberantly dancing like a child.
"Remember now?" Yun Ya held her hand, quietly walking along the manor’s cobblestone paths.
"This is where we grew up. Remember the small grove over there? We used to play hide-and-seek there as kids, while grandpa would sit in the pavilion, an unlit pipe dangling from his mouth, smiling kindly as he watched us play."
"But every time, Ji Lanyi would catch us and scold us fiercely. As a child, you were afraid of that woman, but I wasn’t. I would always argue with her, and grandpa would play peacemaker. What made me happiest was to infuriate her until she was hopping mad. The only time she hit me, though, was because of you..."
Yun Ya spoke quietly, her voice colored with the chill of the night; Miaomiao couldn’t hear her, so she just talked to herself, for her own sake.
"No matter how much I provoked her, she never dared to hit me. She was afraid of damaging me, afraid that any imperfection would devalue me, a ’decorative vase,’ and tarnish her own reputation. That’s why I would take advantage of her favor and spoil myself, infuriating that woman to no end. The one time she actually hit me, it was because of you..."
As she spoke, they reached the living room, which was lit up, luxuriously splendid.
Upon seeing the two walk in, Aunt Li exclaimed, "Miss Yun Ya has returned." She ran over joyfully and then noticed the quiet young man beside Yun Ya. With great pleasure, she said, "This must be Young Master Yun Miao, isn’t he handsome? Truly worthy of being a twin, he looks so much like Miss Yun Ya."
Miaomiao seemed frightened by this enthusiastic woman and hid behind Yun Ya. Pulling his arm, Yun Ya moved him to the front and smiled, "This is Aunt Li, our housemaid. She’ll take care of you from now on, is that okay?"
Aunt Li was a shrewd woman. Upon hearing this, she immediately smiled kindly, "Young Master Yun Miao, hello."
Yun Miao, unaccustomed to contact with strangers and needing time to adjust to a new environment, pursed his lips and lightly nodded his head.
Aunt Li beamed with joy, but soon her expression darkened as she anxiously said to Yun Ya, "Miss, I’ve been trying to call you all day without an answer, I was nearly frantic."
Yun Ya, holding Miaomiao, sat down on the sofa and replied nonchalantly, "It’s Yun Shu who ran away, isn’t it?"
Aunt Li’s eyes widened in surprise, "How did you know, Miss?" Her previous anxiety seemed to settle down.
"Yun Shu hurt Cuicui and ran away while we weren’t paying attention; it was my negligence. Please punish me, Miss."
Yun Ya picked up an orange from the fruit bowl, peeled it slowly, and fed a segment to Miaomiao. It seemed a bit sour, as Miaomiao’s features scrunched together.
"She seized the chance when Kang Jinse left to escape. You wouldn’t have been able to stop her. It’s not your fault," Yun Ya said flatly.
Aunt Li quietly sighed in relief, but her brow quickly furrowed more tightly. "Yun Shu’s lover died in his room; just thinking about it makes me feel unlucky, Miss. We didn’t dare deal with the body, and now it’s still in the backyard. With the weather getting hotter, I’m afraid it won’t last many days."
Damn, just the thought of it is creepy.
Yun Ya was taken aback. Su Antong was dead?
He had been terminally ill, with not many days left, and after being drained by Yun Shu, these days were nothing but a struggle for him. Dying was actually a release.
"You don’t have to worry about it anymore. I’ll have someone come and take the body away. Let’s not mention this person again from now on."