CHAPTER 1062: 218 ZI CHOU YIN MAO THREE JOYS AT THE DOOR_8

Until Zhuang Xiyue’s figure disappeared at the end of the hallway, Yun Ya let out a sigh of relief, closed the door, and hurried to the mirror. There was a red mark near the collarbone on the left side of her neck, conspicuous against her fair skin. Experienced women could tell at a glance what it was.

Yun Ya’s heart sank instantly.

It seems Aunt Zhuang had already seen it just now.

What would she think of her?

Suddenly, she dared not think any further.

Yan Song had somehow arrived behind her, gently rubbing her long hair with a dry towel. His movements were tender, and there was an unusual warmth in his eyes, increasingly captivating.

Yun Ya silently watched the man in the mirror, pursing her dry lips.

"Don’t be afraid." He suddenly spoke, his voice rich and deep, like a gently flowing stream, lightly brushing across her heart.

"My mother is understanding. Even if she finds out about us, she won’t trouble you," Yan Song said slowly.

But Brother Yan, you’re wrong. You don’t understand women, much less a mother...

Raising a hand to rub her brow, she thought, let it be, take one step at a time.

"Madam, is Miss Yun Ya still getting used to things?" Aunt Lin casually took the empty cup from Zhuang Xiyue’s hand and asked softly.

She hesitated for a long time, wanting to tell the madam, but when thinking of the eldest master’s cold gaze, she felt uneasy.

Zhuang Xiyue replied indifferently with a hum, her brow slightly furrowed.

Was it an illusion? But she was sure she didn’t see wrong, yet how could Yun Ya have such a thing?

Could it be Yun Ya... No, she couldn’t think of Yun Ya like that. Yun Ya was such a good child, smart and sensible, elegant and poised, how could she be that kind of girl?

Yet the image kept appearing in her mind, with such vivid beauty, clearly...

"Madam... Madam, what are you thinking?"

Zhuang Xiyue came back to her senses, smiled, and waved her hand: "Nothing, just lost in thought for a moment."

With that, she turned and left.

Aunt Lin watched Zhuang Xiyue’s departing figure, hesitating to speak.

Let it be, she was not in a position to meddle in the affairs of the eldest master, besides, she was surely seeing things...

Yet she felt guilty toward the madam.

Miss Ji clearly had an engagement with the young master, one she had personally set with the madam years ago, how could she now turn and flirt with the eldest master, bah, what flirt...

Miss Ji, oh Miss Ji, what exactly do you want? Please don’t wear away the madam’s fondness for you.

Zhuang Xiyue passed Yan Song’s room, instinctively knocked on the door, but no one came to answer for a long time.

"Must be already asleep."

When Zhuang Xiyue returned to the bedroom, Yan Nanmo was leaning against the bedhead with a newspaper in hand, he raised his brows to look over when she entered.

"Why aren’t you asleep?"

"Without you here, how could I sleep alone?" Yan Nanmo slightly raised his brows, his alluring peach blossom eyes glowed with an enchanting flair under the bright light.

Zhuang Xiyue’s brow twitched, glaring at him: "You’re incorrigible, I’m going to take a bath." With that, she twisted her waist and entered the bathroom.

Yan Nanmo chuckled, put down the newspaper, and relaxed with his hands behind his head, looking content.

One hour later...

"Enough is enough, I surrender."

At this age, unexpectedly still vigorous as a young wolf, she really couldn’t bear it anymore.

Yan Nanmo turned her over, "It’s nowhere near finished."

Another hour passed.

Zhuang Xiyue was too worn out to speak, her fingers too lazy to move, Yan Nanmo gently kissed her and carried her to bathe.

After bathing, the two lay in bed, Yan Nanmo held her in his arms and asked softly: "Yun Ya came, are you really planning to let her get engaged to Yan Ke tomorrow?"

Zhuang Xiyue yawned, "I asked her today how she felt, she said she wasn’t mentally prepared yet, so maybe a bit later."

Yan Nanmo squinted his eyes: "Are you really set on pairing Yun Ya with Yan Ke? Is there no other possibility?"

Zhuang Xiyue frowned, lifting her gaze to look at him: "What do you mean? What other possibility?"

Yan Nanmo sighed: "Yan Ke and Yun Ya have only sibling affection, no romantic love. If you do this, you’ll be hurting the two of them."

Zhuang Xiyue pressed her lips and said nothing, she also felt the same, but she had already spoken and exchanged tokens, there was no possibility of reneging.

Zhuang Xiyue instinctively did not want to bring up the matter and changed the topic.

"Husband, I have something to tell you, Ah Song just told me he likes a girl, he seems serious and even wants to marry her. I didn’t expect it from him, he seems cold like an ice block yet has awakened to this aspect early."

Yan Nanmo raised his brows, that kid acts quickly.

"Husband, which family’s daughter do you think Ah Song likes? He hasn’t been around girls while in Jiangzhou, maybe someone he met in the last two years?"

"Ah Song is twenty, if that girl is really nice, let them get engaged first, in a few years, at the legal marriage age, allow them to register. A major worry is settled."

"Who do you think Ah Song likes? I asked but he kept it secret, saying he’d bring the girl to the birthday party tomorrow. He’s really serious; your Yan family’s second branch keeps producing passionate lovers; I think he truly loves this girl, otherwise he wouldn’t talk about marriage."

Besides Ji Yunya, who else? Yan Nanmo watched her guessing and almost laughed, smart all her life, foolish at one moment. With such undercurrents between the two, how haven’t you seen it?

"Thinking back, only someone like Yun Ya matches Ah Song. Imagine the image of them standing together, it’s perfectly fitting, just like us back then." Yan Nanmo’s words were probing, he watched Zhuang Xiyue subtly after speaking.

Zhuang Xiyue’s brow twitched, suddenly thinking of the mark on Yun Ya’s neck, details previously overlooked now rushed back, yet instinctively she didn’t want to think of it. Two kids, how could it be possible...

"You already have an answer, don’t you?" Yan Nanmo sighed.

"But, how is this possible..." Zhuang Xiyue remained incredulous.

"What’s impossible about it? Romantic attraction is human nature. Think about your son’s character, what kind of woman could capture him?"

Indeed, Ah Song has always been proud, exceptionally picky, particularly dislikes girls approaching him. She used to worry about his temperament making marriage difficult, now she thinks of Yun Ya’s demeanor, her looks, temperament, knowledge, and poise all being top-notch. It seems only such a woman could make Ah Song bow his noble head.

"But they fought when they were little, Ah Song hurt Yun Ya...." Recalling still made her a bit uneasy.

Yan Nanmo said helplessly: "Love doesn’t follow reason."

Zhuang Xiyue abruptly glared at him: "You’ve known for a long time, haven’t you?"