CHAPTER 1042: 216 SCHEMING TIRELESSLY, UGLY PERSON CAUSING TROUBLE_4

The little girl’s hands were warm, Ah Yun laughed and said, "Our Ah Zhen is so well-behaved, no wonder the young lady likes you so much, even I can’t help liking you immensely."

Ah Zhen showed a shy and sweet smile, her freshly washed face exuding a fragrance like fresh flowers and youthful innocence.

Seeing Yan Song’s figure, Ah Yun quickly released Murong Zhen’s hand and walked over briskly.

"Miss."

Yun Ya looked at Ah Yun’s nose, red from the cold, and said helplessly, "Are you silly, why not take Ah Zhen to the room to wait?"

Ah Yun chuckled and said, "I just don’t feel at ease until I see the young lady with my own eyes."

Yun Ya jumped down from Yan Song’s arms, walked over, and took Ah Zhen’s hand. Ah Zhen carefully asked, "Sister, is my brother alright?"

Yun Ya smiled and patted her head, "Don’t worry, your brother is fine, you’ll see him soon."

Ah Zhen pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, this was the most genuine smile Yun Ya had seen from her since they met.

Yun Ya held her hand and walked towards the hotel. Ah Yun booked two rooms, Yun Ya and Yan Song in one, Ah Yun and Ah Zhen in another. Before entering the room, Ah Zhen smiled and waved at Yun Ya, "Good night, sister."

Watching her show a child’s innocent smile and skipping inside, Yun Ya shook her head and chuckled.

As soon as they entered the room, Yan Song wrapped his arms around her waist and pinned her against the door, making Yun Ya’s breath catch. The next moment, he sought her lips for a kiss. After the initial shock, Yun Ya willingly wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe to respond.

Half an hour later—

Listening to the water running in the bathroom, Yun Ya walked to the window and dialed a phone number.

She kept it short.

She asked Uncle Chang to send people to Pingyuan, firstly to protect and take good care of the four children. Once they recover, have Uncle Chang bring them back. Murong Zhu and Zhao Zhuo are promising talents, cultivate them well for future significant roles.

Secondly, have Uncle Chang investigate the lineage of the Murong siblings and Yue Songlan. Murong Zhen carries a Jade Pendant of the Harun treasure, which indicates he might be from another branch of the Harun Descendants. Now, they have gathered three Jade Pendants, only one remains...

Perhaps they can trace the whereabouts of the last Jade Pendant through the Murong siblings’ heritage.

Yun Ya wasn’t hasty, after all, this treasure was merely a dispensable existence to her. Besides, what Yun Shu said had some exaggeration; whether this treasure is real or not is still undetermined, but she had a hunch there must be some secret in it.

The true identity of Yue Songlan’s brother, Yue Yi’an, and why Yue Songlan was hunted, are things Yun Ya must uncover. Otherwise, keeping this child might bring unforeseen trouble. She had some friendship with Yue Yi’an, and protecting his brother also counts as doing something for a friend.

Uncle Chang agreed to everything, and as Yun Ya heard the water stop, she hurriedly hung up the phone.

Yun Ya turned her head, almost stunned by the sight before her.

The man walked out with just a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair. His broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs made his physique astonishingly attractive, especially those chest muscles and eight perfect abs... under the veil of the towel, a hint of the v-line, making one’s blood boil...

Yun Ya wiped her nose, did she have a nosebleed?

Yan Song, with his long legs, walked to her side, his tall body bringing a strong sense of presence. He had a pleasant soap scent, filling her nose, and he reached out to rub her head, smiling, "Look at you being a lovesick fool, you didn’t even wipe the drool off your chin."

Yun Ya instinctively wiped her chin, only to realize she’d been tricked, and she couldn’t help but glare at him, reaching out to push his chest, which was as hard as iron, motionless.

The man chuckled deeply, his chest vibrating, making Yun Ya’s hand tingle, and she quickly withdrew her hand. She heard the man’s deep, sexy voice whispering by her ear, stirring her heart.

"Since you like it, take a good look." Saying this, he grabbed Yun Ya’s hand, guiding it to his chest. Yun Ya wanted to pull away but found his grip tight, reflexively clenching her small hand into a fist and hitting down hard, only to hurt her own hand.

What kind of training is this, harder than iron.

Yan Song raised an eyebrow, "Does it hurt? Let me blow on it for you." With that, he captured Yun Ya’s hand and brought it to his lips, gently blowing on it. Under the dim light, his features exuded a refined gentleness that made Yun Ya’s heart tremble.

Yun Ya suddenly thought of something, her gaze falling on his arm. The bandage was already wet, mingling with blood wrapped around his arm, startling her, "The wound can’t get wet, it’ll get infected."