CHAPTER 1058: 218 ZI CHOU YIN MAO THREE JOYS AT THE DOOR_4

"Brother, you’re biased, you serve Sister Yun Ya but not me." Yan Ke muttered.

Yan Song’s cold eyes swept over, and Yan Ke instinctively shrank his neck.

As if it was his illusion, the next moment, Yan Song’s slender hand picked up a piece of green vegetable with chopsticks and placed it in Yan Ke’s small bowl. "Eat more vegetables, it’s good for growth."

Although his tone was gentle, it sent a shiver down Yan Ke’s spine.

He looked like he was going to cry, God knows he hates eating vegetables the most, Brother, you’re doing this on purpose.

Aunt Lin’s eyes crinkled in a smile; it’s not that she overthought it, but the eldest young master went out and became more caring. He would never be so "kind" to the young master before. He’s treating Miss Yun Ya like a sister-in-law for sure.

Yun Ya pressed her lips and chuckled softly. Suddenly a gaze swept over, and Yun Ya looked up to meet a pair of deep eyes. Yun Ya slightly puffed her cheeks and glared at him viciously.

How annoying, he didn’t even tell me he was coming back tonight.

Yan Song chuckled lightly, his eyes filled with a doting warmth.

"Your dad said try to come back early tonight," Zhuang Xiyue walked over with a smile, looking even more radiant.

After dinner, the family sat in the living room watching TV. Yun Ya sat next to Zhuang Xiyue, her hands resting on her knees, her posture elegantly upright.

There was an aisle between her and Yan Song. Next to Yan Song was Yan Ke, who sprawled on the sofa like a limp shrimp, lacking any proper form.

In contrast to Yan Ke, Yan Song was indeed as upright as a pine tree and as steady as a clock, oozing masculinity.

The TV was playing a melodramatic family ethics drama, featuring in-laws, mistresses, misunderstandings, slaps, and car accidents—a combination of all cliché plots. Yet, Zhuang Xiyue was watching with fascination.

Yun Ya’s gaze was vacant, her mind elsewhere. Suddenly, she felt an itch on her hand hanging by her side. Her heart trembled slightly, and her eyes flicked downward, seeing Yan Song’s hand coming around from behind the sofa, holding her small hand with fingers gently tracing her palm.

Aunt Zhuang was still sitting beside them, how could he be so bold? Yun Ya wanted to pull her hand back, but he held it too tightly. She feared that too much movement would be noticed by Aunt Zhuang. Yet, as he became more overbearing, Yun Ya turned her head and glared at him fiercely.

Yan Song slightly raised his eyebrow, the smile on his lips deepening.

This guy really is...

Yun Ya was helpless.

Zhuang Xiyue was focusing intently on the TV, but then she thought of something and turned her head, "Ah Song, does your great-grandfather know you’re back?"

Yan Song’s smile showed no trace of flaw: "Even if I don’t tell him, Great-grandfather would already know."

Zhuang Xiyue frowned, "You should have gone to see your great-grandfather first tonight." Then she smiled, "But it’s not too late to go tomorrow."

Yun Ya lowered her head, trying to minimize her presence.

Zhuang Xiyue suddenly glanced at her, "Eh? Yun Ya, why is your face so red?"

Yun Ya thought to herself that it was due to her son teasing her, but she said on the surface, "I’m fine, just suddenly feeling a bit warm."

Zhuang Xiyue nodded, "You’ve been running around these past two days, you do need a good rest. Face those people with your best tomorrow. Let’s go, I’ll show you to your room."

Yun Ya naturally broke free from Yan Song’s hand, and this time Yan Song didn’t overdo it, letting go of her hand.

Yun Ya followed Zhuang Xiyue upstairs.

Yan Song rubbed his thumb, as if he could still feel that soft touch, and he chuckled with his head down.

Aunt Lin stood in the corner, holding a fruit platter, frowning slightly.

The eldest young master and Miss Ji...

Suddenly, an icy gaze swept over, scaring Aunt Lin so much that she almost dropped the fruit platter, hurriedly bowing her head to hide.

"Brother, something big is happening tomorrow." Yan Ke suddenly leaned over.

Yan Song retracted his gaze, looking at him lightly.

"You have to stay calm." Yan Ke swallowed, even though he didn’t want to do this, but for his brother’s lifelong happiness, you and Sister Yun Ya will have to sacrifice a little.

"If I find out you’re hiding something from me, you know the consequences." Yan Song’s voice was calm, but Yan Ke couldn’t help but shrink his neck, a blatant threat.

"How could I hide anything from you, but since you mentioned it, there is indeed something."

Yan Song raised an eyebrow, coldly glanced at him.

"I’ll tell you the truth, the Meng family wants to marry their daughter to you. Aunt and Grandpa have mentioned it, not sure if Grandpa will agree, and you know that ugly granddaughter, Lu Mingzhu, from Great-aunt’s family? She came today too. It’s obvious to everyone what they’re planning, brother, tomorrow’s going to be lively. You definitely need to be mentally prepared..."