Luo Ye vigorously nodded: "Right, Brother is getting more and more impressive now, listen to Brother." With Master’s words, she felt relieved. She trusted her intuition; Master would never deceive her.
"Time to answer the phone! Answer the phone!..."
Luo Feng glanced at his sister who was staring blankly at the phone: "Hurry up and answer it. What, are you afraid I’ll hear?"
Ye’er scratched her head in a dilemma: "It’s not that I’m afraid Brother Ye will hear. Knowing Master would say this, I wouldn’t be randomly making calls. And I was too embarrassed to ask, sigh!"
"Go ahead and answer, otherwise Ye Xuan might think you have a crush on him and are too scared to take his call." Luo Feng handed the phone to his sister, who sat still without moving an inch.
"What nonsense are you talking about, Brother." Ye’er thought to herself in silent rebuke. When did her brother become the worm in her stomach? She hesitantly answered the call: "Brother Ye, hello!"
"Hehe..." Ye Xuan chuckled: "So formal? Ye’er, I was just thinking, you must have called to ask about the Ye Family’s stance, right?"
"Ah? Ha...ahaha..." Busted by someone guessing her inner thoughts, Ye’er laughed awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
"No need to be embarrassed. We’ve done so many things together, it’s normal for you to have these concerns. But from now on, just speak your mind, don’t beat around the bush, it’s not like you.
Rest assured, the Ye Family has no hand in the Wen Family’s affairs. As for..." Ye Xuan hesitated: "The things between my dad and aunt in the past, the Ye Family has long since let go. Don’t overthink it."
"Cough! Cough! Cough..." Luo Ye choked severely on her saliva. She imagined Mom might have nearly married a member of the Ye Family, but she never thought it would be Ye Xuan’s father. Oh lord, how could Mr. Ye and Mrs. Ye have agreed to help her back then?
"What’s wrong, drink some water." Luo Feng quickly grabbed a cup of water and handed it to his sister.
"My mom doesn’t know about this, but my dad... he really liked Aunt back then. However, he understood her choice. After what happened, it was impossible for them to be together, and Aunt’s escape was actually salvation for both of them." Seems like Ye Xuan knew what Luo Ye was wondering about, so he offered an answer.
Luo Ye hesitated: "Have you ever talked about this with Uncle Ye?"
"It came up inadvertently. Don’t worry, there weren’t many who knew about it back then because Grandpa had issued a gag order. I’m telling you this because I don’t want you to overthink, your little head is too busy."
"Hehe... thank you, Brother Ye. Oh, since that’s the case, I have a favor to ask. If you hear anything about my Grandpa’s family, please let me know. I’m really worried about them."
"Sure, but Brother Ye advises you, better focus more on your studies. You can’t compete with your grandpa’s intellect for the time being."
Luo Ye pouted: "Got it."
"Little girl, flipping faces as quickly as flipping a book. I’m hanging up now."
"If you call me ’little girl’ again, I’ll never let you off, discriminating, hmph!" Ye’er vented to the already hung-up phone, then saw her brother looking at her with a surprised expression, and sheepishly smiled: "This guy, too arrogant, always looks down on people."
"Ye’er..." Luo Feng hesitated: "Do you have a crush on Ye Xuan?"
"Me, have a crush on him? Brother, what kind of joke is that?" Luo Ye’s eyes widened as round as those of Song Qiu in her arms, and looking quite the pair, Luo Feng couldn’t help laughing: "Looks like there is some truth to the saying that pets grow to resemble their owners."
"Let me see." Luo Ye took a glance at Song Qiu and nodded: "Our Song Qiu is starting to look more and more like Luo Feng, but chubbier, cuter than Luo Feng."
"Enough of the teasing, Ye’er, our school’s tenth-anniversary celebration isn’t just about collective song and dance. As the student council president, I have to sing a song, help your brother pick one suited for him, I trust your taste."
"Let me think..." Luo Ye pondered, and suddenly the classic melody of a certain song echoed in her mind. It was a song that should hit the market in two years, but it was perfect for her brother’s voice range, and the melody wasn’t complex, practically tailor-made for her brother. Considering her brother’s limited talent in this area, if she wanted to build up the student council president’s shining image, that overachiever can miss out on one less song, it seems.
Sending off 4000 words of warmth, reaching today’s quota of 9000 words with a third watch, let’s give some encouragement to Nu’an, my dears. Pink rewards, recommendations, and subscriptions - we cherish them all. Hand over face as I crawl away....(To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com, for more Chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)