The implication was that, to spare someone else’s embarrassment, they would say things against their own feelings.
Yan Ke:... My goodness, what kind of thought process is this?
It looked like Sister Yun Ya and brother had a long way to go still.
After dinner, Nanmo hadn’t returned yet, and the clock hand had already unwittingly moved to seven o’clock.
Outside, the rain drizzled down. Zhuang Xiyue suggested she stay over for the night, but Yun Ya, worried about Miaomiao, declined the offer. She waited until eight o’clock, but still no sign of Nanmo. She could wait no longer; she decided to go directly to the city government office to find him the next day.
Just as Yun Ya was about to leave, Nanmo walked in, patting the rainwater off his body, "Judging by the look of it, this typhoon won’t be a small one."
Zhuang Xiyue hurried over to help him out of his coat, scolding, "How could you get so wet? What if you catch a cold?"
Nanmo let out a worried sigh, "At this point, who cares about catching a cold? I just hope that this typhoon will pass by smoothly, I don’t expect anything else, but for some reason, my right eyelid has been twitching a lot recently."
"Tsh, tsh, tsh, don’t talk nonsense. We’ve faced typhoons before, and besides, hasn’t the government already prepared all kinds of emergency plans? What’s there to worry about?"
Nanmo was a good mayor, diligent and devoted in his office, truly seeking welfare for the people. For that alone, Yun Ya wouldn’t let anything happen to him.
Hearing the voice, Nanmo turned his head and was surprised to see Yun Ya.
"Is it Yun Ya, here to see your Aunt Zhuang?"
Nanmo, regarding this girl who might become his future daughter-in-law, had initially looked down on her background, but after getting to know her, he found she was indeed an impeccable girl, growing more satisfied with time.
"Uncle Yan, I have something to discuss with you," Yun Ya started. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novęlfire.net
Zhuang Xiyue glanced at Yun Ya, "Yun Ya, did you actually come today to see your Uncle Yan?"
Nanmo raised an eyebrow and led the way upstairs: "Follow me."
Yun Ya smiled at Zhuang Xiyue: "I’ll explain it to you some other time." With that, she stepped up to follow him.
Nanmo sat behind the desk and pointed to the wooden chair opposite: "Take a seat."
Yun Ya did as suggested.
"Yun Ya, what did you want to talk to me about?"
It was Yun Ya’s first time being alone with Nanmo, his long-established authority somewhat intimidating. She was not afraid of him, but reverent.
Taking a deep breath, Yun Ya took a document out of her backpack and pushed it towards Nanmo: "Uncle Yan, please have a look at this material first."
Nanmo glanced at her, picked up the document, and started to skim through it quickly, growing more alarmed as he read. He slammed the papers on the table, staring intently at Yun Ya, "Is all of this true?"
Yun Ya met his gaze unflinchingly, "Jianzhong Group won the bid due to qualifications, then subcontracted the project to a small construction company, which doesn’t even have a construction permit. Not only are they cutting corners, but the typhoon precautions are just for show. Moreover, they have repeatedly withheld and deducted construction workers’ wages. One of the workers is a distant relative of my family’s driver. I only paid attention to it after the driver mentioned it, and upon investigation, it turns out there were so many issues."
Yun Ya crafted a flawless lie, and even if Nanmo went to check, he wouldn’t find anything.
"This is outrageous," Nanmo exclaimed, angry that such a thing happened under his watch.
"The quality of these residential buildings is the worst of them all," Yun Ya pointed to a few buildings in the photos, "The typhoon is coming soon, the most urgent thing now is to evacuate the residents. According to the weather forecast, this year’s typhoon is the strongest in fifty years. In the case of substandard buildings like these, if anything happens during the typhoon, the consequences are unimaginable. That’s why I needed to see you first, Uncle Yan."
Nanmo hadn’t expected Yun Ya to think of so much, but evacuating residents wasn’t something that could be done just by talking about it, as it involved hundreds of people and could lead to public panic if not handled carefully.
Seeing Nanmo’s hesitation, Yun Ya immediately said, "Uncle Yan, we can’t hesitate anymore, lives are at stake."
"You’re right, nothing is more important than human life," Nanmo immediately grabbed his coat and left: "Can’t wait any longer, I’m going to make arrangements now."
After a few steps, Nanmo turned to look back at Yun Ya, "Yun Ya, thank you."
Yun Ya smiled, "It’s my duty. The day after tomorrow, Typhoon Merlie will make landfall. Uncle Yan, it’s best to evacuate the residents before it hits. Every second sooner could mean saving a life."