CHAPTER 1054: 217 OUR FAMILY HAS A SIGNIFICANT ORIGIN_8

Yan Ke shrank his neck and automatically stepped back.

Yan Ke glanced in the direction of the kitchen, where a hazy, slender figure was busy washing and cutting vegetables, and he clicked his tongue twice, then suddenly whispered: "Marrying my brother, you must have gathered blessings over several lifetimes."

"What’s it to you?" Yun Ya retorted.

"It’s nothing to do with me, after all, you’re technically still my fiancée...."

Yun Ya glared at him fiercely: "Shut up."

Yan Ke smacked his lips: "He’s so far away, he won’t hear."

The two of them were like little mice, whispering furtively with their heads close together.

Yan Song cast a cold glance, his lips slightly curled.

In an hour, four dishes and one soup were perfectly served.

"Hmm, delicious, so good, brother, if you opened a restaurant, it would surely be booming." Yan Ke continued stuffing rice into his mouth.

Yun Ya picked a chicken leg for his bowl: "Eating doesn’t shut your mouth though."

Yan Song’s eyes flashed sharply.

Yun Ya’s heart skipped a beat and she quickly added another chicken leg to his bowl: "Brother Yan, you’ve worked hard cooking, this chicken leg is for you."

Yan Song’s expression instantly softened.

Yun Ya quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

A meal wrapped in emotional tension tasted flat due to the matters weighing on the mind.

Yan Ke slinked away after stuffing himself, and Yun Ya went to wash the dishes, but Yan Song held her wrist and said mildly: "Go rest on the couch, I’ll do it."

Yun Ya stared dazedly at the tall figure carrying the plates into the kitchen.

Yan Song stood at the sink, rolling up his shirt sleeves, slowly cleaning the dishes, doing everything with such meticulousness that Yun Ya gradually became mesmerized.

He once said her hands shouldn’t be tainted with such mess, and he also said he would spoil her like a princess, constantly fulfilling this, not even allowing her to do the dishes.

Yun Ya felt a sourness in her heart, walked over and hugged him from behind, murmuring: "Brother Yan, are you unhappy?"

"No, it’s dirty here, be good, wait for me in the living room." Yan Song’s voice was as gentle as ever, but Yun Ya could tell he was unhappy.

Was it because of her and Yan Ke?

Or did he discover something?

Yun Ya let go, obediently leaving the kitchen, and sat on the sofa in the living room.

Yan Song guessed Yun Ya and Yan Ke must be hiding something from him, but what displeased him wasn’t that. Thinking of reporting to the command center in the afternoon, and Elder Shu’s words, his gaze darkened.

"Crack." A plate slipped and crashed on the ground, the piercing sound snapped Yan Song back to reality, bending down to pick up.

Yet he was pricked by shattered porcelain, blood instantly oozing.

Yan Song furrowed his brow tightly.

Yun Ya heard the noise and rushed in, seeing Yan Song’s injured finger, anxiously squatting down: "Your hand is hurt."

"It’s nothing." Yan Song said calmly.

"How can it be nothing, stop picking, treat the wound first." She said, pulling Yan Song out of the kitchen.

Yun Ya carefully cleansed and medicated Yan Song’s wound, Yan Song never frowned.

"Brother Yan, how can you be so prone to injuries, the bruise on your back healed, now your arm is hurt, and before it’s fully healed, now your finger is injured again, what can I do with you."

Yun Ya applied a band-aid while murmuring.

"Hurting your body pains my heart...." In the next instant, she was suddenly pulled into Yan Song’s arms, and Yan Song lowered his head, seeking her lips for a kiss.

After the kiss, Yun Ya breathed lightly against his chest, softly asking: "Brother Yan, what happened? Some trouble?"

"Nothing." Yan Song gently caressed her long hair: "Are you tired?"

Yun Ya shook her head, feeling only a slight headache, "I haven’t done anything, why would I be tired."

Yan Song lifted her up by the waist, striding toward the upstairs.

In the middle of the night, Yun Ya suddenly came down with a fever, frightening Yan Song greatly, they endured a restless night until dawn when her fever gradually subsided, and they slept until noon, awakened by a phone call.

"Yun Ya, did you come to Capital City today?" Zhuang Xiyue’s gentle voice came from the phone.

Yun Ya’s drowsiness vanished instantly, she sat up abruptly: "I... I am in Capital City."

"You naughty child, coming without telling me, leaving me waiting, where are you? I’ll send someone to pick you up."

Yun Ya nudged Yan Song, who stirred groggily.

Yun Ya flung off the blanket and got out of bed, feet sinking into the soft carpet, she casually mentioned Ah Yun’s hotel name.

"Alright, wait at the hotel, I’ll send someone right away."

After hanging up, Yun Ya looked at Yan Song on the bed: "Brother Yan, I need to go, Aunt Zhuang’s people are coming soon."

Yan Song rubbed his brow, sitting up, throwing off the blanket and getting out of bed, dressing while saying: "I’ll take you to the hotel."

"I can go by myself, Brother Yan, you didn’t rest well last night taking care of me, you should sleep a bit more."

But Yan Song was relentless, once ready he pulled Yun Ya out the door.

In the hotel room, Yan Song pinned her to the door, kissing her thoroughly before letting go: "See you tomorrow."

Yun Ya covered her mouth: "I caught a cold, aren’t you afraid of catching it?"

Yan Song smiled, tousling her hair: "Silly girl, I’m strong and healthy, never knew what being sick felt like. But you, your body is too weak, falling ill every few days, from now on, morning runs with me every day."

Yun Ya looked into his eyes, hesitated briefly, softly spoke: "Brother Yan, if you find out I deceived you, would you blame me?"

Yan Song raised his brows slightly, gazing down at her: "Depends on what you deceived me about."

Yun Ya bit her lip: "I...."

"Knock knock" Someone suddenly knocked on the door from outside, a low male voice sounded: "Is Miss Ji here? Mrs. sent me to pick you up."

Yun Ya sighed inwardly.

Yan Song’s fingers caressed her cheek, smiling: "Go ahead."

Yun Ya hugged him briefly, turned around, and opened the door to leave.

Standing at the door was a middle-aged man, smiling warmly, subtly observing the young girl who came out, he said: "Miss Ji, I am Shan Bao, Mrs.’s driver, she sent me to pick you up."

Yun Ya nodded politely and smiled: "Hello Uncle Shan Bao, you can call me Yun Ya, let’s go, we mustn’t keep Aunt Zhuang waiting."

Shan Bao nodded with a smile, impressed with the girl, and understood why Mrs. with her picky taste was fond of Yun Ya as a daughter-in-law.

After a few steps, Yun Ya suddenly asked: "My assistant and bodyguard, can they come with me?"

Shan Bao was even more satisfied with this request, smiling: "Of course."

Ah Yun and Mingyue emerged from the opposite room, Ah Yun greeted Shan Bao warmly, and even the bodyguard, though cold-faced, nodded as a greeting.

The group left the hotel, climbed into a discreet luxury car, and slowly drove through the bustling streets of Capital City.