CHAPTER 1071: CHAPTER 220: STUNNING BEAUTY STEALING THE SPOTLIGHT (PART 2)

"Gege, you’ve soaked Sister Yun Ya’s clothes, stop fooling around." Zhuang Xiyue walked over and naturally took Yun Ya’s hand.

After everyone arrived, the group got into the car and slowly left the community.

The Yan Family Old Residence is located in the Jingdu Cultural Center, built on the north side of an east-west alley. It is a standard courtyard house, its gate facing the street to the southwest, opened on the east side of the south wall. In the trigram, this is the "Xun" position, which in feng shui is an auspicious location where gentle and moist winds blow in.

The narrow alley was crowded with luxury cars. Through the car window, Yun Ya could see from afar the entrance decorated with lanterns and streamers, red carpeted, where an elderly man dressed in festive robes stood welcoming guests with a smile.

This man was Yan Family’s Chief Steward, Yan Fu, rumored to be the old master’s adjutant, who followed him through numerous campaigns. Even the brothers Yan Guosong and Yan Guobai would show him some respect.

The car slowly crawled forward in the alley when suddenly, the BMW ahead stopped, and a woman draped in a fox fur cloak bent down to exit the car, walking towards them.

Standing in front of the car door, she gently knocked on the car window, "Lady Yan, are you there?"

Zhuang Xiyue lowered the car window and smiled, "Miss Dongfang, is there something you need?"

The tone was polite yet distant.

Dongfang Yi glanced inside the car but did not see the figure she was hoping to, her expression slightly disappointed. But soon, she noticed the figure sitting next to Zhuang Xiyue, obscured in shadows, the face indistinct, leaving only the trailing hem of a skirt decorating this dim space.

It was a very young woman. This thought quickly circled in her mind, causing her heart to slightly sink.

But soon, her face was adorned once more with a perfectly elegant smile, so swift that no one could tell any change in her emotions: "The road ahead is blocked by accumulated snow, it might take time to clear. It’s only a few hundred meters, why don’t we walk over together?"

Perhaps this young woman was Yan Ke’s fiancée?

Thinking of this, Dongfang Yi’s heart slightly settled, her smile becoming more fitting.

Zhuang Xiyue glanced ahead, understanding that the Yan family wouldn’t do something as inhospitable as this; they’d cleared the whole alley early in the morning. This talk of snow blocking the road, Dongfang Yi just wanted an excuse to chat, her intentions were transparent to Zhuang Xiyue, who coldly laughed inwardly yet smiled outwardly, "Sure."

She turned and patted the young girl’s hand, her tone unlike the previous distance, tinged with natural and intimate warmth, "Let’s walk over."

With furrowed brows, Dongfang Yi glanced at the young girl’s hand, as white as jade, slender, tender, untouched by the mundane, deserving to be admired like a piece of art.

Instinctively she hid her own hands behind her back.

"Alright." The voice was heard before the person was seen, ethereal and clear, soft and gentle, indescribably wonderful like a heavenly sound.

Dongfang Yi’s heart skipped a beat, instinctively displeased by this woman, as a woman’s intuition made her feel a sense of danger.

Thus pondering, Zhuang Xiyue opened the door and got out, followed by a young girl who bent down to exit the car. Behind her, a vast sky loomed, the snow on the eaves reflecting the gentle sunlight, slightly stinging her eyes, making her squint instinctively.

"And this is...?" Dongfang Yi’s hand hanging behind tightened slightly.

Zhuang Xiyue held Yun Ya’s hand and said with a smile, "This is Yun Ya." She turned to introduce Yun Ya, "This is Miss Dongfang."

The young woman stood elegantly beside Zhuang Xiyue, her gentle restraint just right, striking beauty exuding a comforting aura, akin to a gentle breeze or a bright moon.

"Hello, Miss Dongfang."

Dongfang Yi smiled and walked over affectionately, taking the young woman’s hand and said with a smiling face, "Sister Yun Ya, you don’t mind if I call you that, do you?"

Yun Ya gave a slight smile, "I’m eighteen."

"Then I’m right to call you sister. I used to think I was considered good-looking, but never expected such beauty like yours, Sister Yun Ya, makes me feel like I’ve been looking at the sky from the bottom of the well." Her words were flattering, yet Yun Ya still smiled on, her emotions unreadable.

"Miss Dongfang, you’re too kind." Dongfang Yi had a reason for pride; her looks delicate, her demeanor noble, as the eldest daughter of the Dongfang Family, having been nurtured in aristocratic elegance, she bore an innate sense of superiority, cleverly concealed, subtly influencing others’ perceptions of her. Her pride wasn’t shown on her face but etched into her very being, her every gesture exuding noble dignity.