"Big Sister is on TV, Big Sister is on TV..." Early in the morning, Yan Ke’s milky voice echoed through the Yan Family Villa.
Yan Song covered his head, annoyed, and turned over in bed.
Suddenly, Yan Song opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.
Wasn’t the "Big Sister" he talked about Ji Yunya? Was she on television now?
Yan Song felt it was necessary to get up and see; it seemed quite exciting.
After getting ready, Yan Song headed downstairs and saw Yan Ke sitting on the living room floor, giggling at the TV like a hiccupping rooster, which Yan Song looked upon with disgust.
"Whoa, Big Sister is so awesome, heehee, is he Big Sister’s brother? Then he is Big Brother, um, hello Big Brother." Yan Ke toddled to the screen, intending to kiss the little boy’s cheek, and just then, the camera panned to Ji Yunya—just so happened, his kiss landed right on Ji Yunya’s mouth.
A fire ignited in Yan Song’s heart; he strode over, grabbed Yan Ke, and before the boy could react, Yan Ke was pushed away and flopped down onto the floor.
He stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly burst into tears, his eyes and nose streaming: "Waaa... Brother, why did you hit me?"
Yan Song clenched his fists tightly, his eyes glaring fiercely at Yan Ke as he growled: "Don’t cry!"
Yan Ke immediately stopped crying, tears silently streaming down, his little mouth puckered in grievance.
"Why?" Yan Ke asked in a aggrieved tone. Why did his brother hit him, when he hadn’t done anything wrong?
Yan Song pointed at Ji Yunya on the TV, his teeth clenched: "She is mine; you aren’t allowed to kiss her."
Yan Ke was scared by the ferocity and possessiveness in Yan Song’s tone, just sitting there stupefied. At that time, Yan Ke didn’t know that his quirky brother had already deeply seated someone in his heart, ready to live and die for her, obsessively and madly in love.
At the time, Yan Song didn’t know what these words truly meant; he only knew that seeing Yan Ke kiss Ji Yunya, even through a screen, made him feel uncomfortable and he had unconsciously acted on it.
In his subconscious, Ji Yunya could only be bullied by him. He, in his severe obsession with cleanliness, could not bear the thought of Ji Yunya being touched by anyone else, even if that someone was his own little brother, it was an unforgivable sin.
Zhuang Xiyue was scrolling through the news on her phone when she couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile.
Neither mother and child of the Yun Family were good, and adding Kang Jinse to the mix made for a nest of snakes and rats.
How much must Yun Ya have suffered? Earlier, when she called the Yun Family, a maid answered the phone. After skirting around the subject, she found out that Yun Ya was not at home.
Previously, her altercation with Yun Shu had ended on a sour note, and visiting them now would be demeaning, but her concern for Yun Ya’s safety left her restless at home.
The Ji Family Manor was surrounded by journalists, to the point where even a trip to buy groceries would lead to being chased for miles, their noses keenly picking up on any potential gossip, and the journalists would not let slip any suspicious clues.
After numerous calls to Yun Shen, which ended with his cell phone turned off, Yun Shu violently threw her phone away.
"Call the security guards; get those journalists out of here."
Uncle Feng respectfully said, "Madam, those reporters came prepared; we simply can’t drive them away."
"Then call the police for disturbing the peace," Yun Shu’s voice was chillingly cold.
Uncle Feng hesitated, "Madam, the police won’t respond to this."
Yun Shu glanced at him, "What do you mean, Uncle Feng?"
Uncle Feng sighed, his face showing a hint of rugged weariness: "Madam, if the young master had a way, these reporters wouldn’t be so brazen as to block our door. The only solution now is to crush the rumors, and the one who tied the bell must be the one to untie it."
Yun Shu understood this all too well, but the thought of bowing down to Ji Yunya was something she couldn’t stomach.
At that moment, a commotion came from outside; Uncle Feng went out to check, then quickly came back in.
"Madam, Miss Yun Ya has returned."
Yun Shu took a deep breath, layer by layer she suppressed the malice in her eyes, her lips curving into an elegant smile, once again presenting the dignified and noble image of a lady.
She walked gracefully, step by step, toward the doorway.
A black sedan slowly approached the intersection; the reporters immediately swarmed it.
The car could barely move an inch.
A journalist banged on the car window excitedly: "It’s Ji Yunya, the genius little loli!"
In an instant, cameras focused on the car door.
Inside the sedan, Teacher Jiang peered out at the dark mass of people, his eyes hiding endless desires and pressures. He turned his head to look at the prim and properly seated Ji Yunya, her hand firmly holding Ji Yunmiao’s. She looked very calm.
Yun Ya, with a smirk on her face, asked, "Teacher Jiang, are you scared?"
Teacher Jiang didn’t know what else to say; this was the most bewitching little girl he had ever seen—only five years old. He couldn’t begin to imagine what she’d be like in ten or twenty years...
Her gaze was direct and forward, clear and determined.
"This is my choice; I will not regret it." Life was about facing challenges head-on; in her dictionary, there was no such thing as failure.
She then turned to look at Yun Miao, her eyes as gentle as the moon in spring and the sun in autumn.
"Miaomiao, are you afraid?"
Yun Miao shook his head firmly, gripping Yun Ya’s hand tighter.