CHAPTER 1084: DELUSIONAL SCHEMES, CONNIVING TOGETHER

Outside, the weather was bitterly cold, but inside the house, the floor heating was on. The air was stagnant with the crowd of people, making it unbearably stuffy.

Ji Yunya felt the large, hot hand fall on her waist through the thick layers of clothing, making her cheeks blush. She looked at the handsome face close by, feeling the gazes from all directions. She suddenly straightened up, stepped back, and said obediently, "Thank you, Brother Yan, otherwise I might have embarrassed myself today."

She cleverly opened a distance between herself and Yan Song.

Yan Song narrowed his eyes, placed his hands behind his back, and under the scrutinizing gaze of Wu Shuangshuang, he walked to the old master. With a crisp "thud," he knelt down.

"Great-Grandfather, your unworthy great-grandson has been late in coming back." With these words, he knocked his head on the floor three times, solidly.

The old man shakily extended his hand, grasping Yan Song’s arm, tears streaming down: "Ah Song... my Ah Song, you’ve finally returned...."

Yan Song knelt forward, resting by the old man’s legs. Even kneeling, he was nearly as tall as the old man sitting in the Taishi Chair, with a straight back, exuding masculine valor and strength.

The old man extended his withered hand to touch Yan Song’s cheek, his murky old eyes striving to open wide, trying to see him clearly: "Darkened, and lost weight, too."

Dongfang Yi looked at the man kneeling on the ground. From her angle, she could see the man’s distinct features—his sword-like brows and starry eyes, full of sharp majesty, just as he first appeared to her, that radiant and charming youth, forever engraved in her heart.

Recalling the earlier scene in her mind, he had saved Ji Yunya with a speed as swift as lightning, but was it intentional or accidental?

With a woman’s intuition, there was definitely something amiss between these two. She glanced at the silent Ji Yunya, then shifted her gaze to Lu Mingzhu and Jiang Hanbi who entered last, her eyes falling discreetly.

Yan Si cheerfully said, "Great-Grandfather, isn’t Big Brother very handsome?"

The old man nodded with a laugh, gently stroking Yan Si’s hair.

Taking advantage of no one paying attention, Yan Song shot a cold glare at Yan Si, "You little brat, so reckless, almost made Yaya fall. I’ll remember this debt."

Yan Si puckered her lips in grievance, wondering why Big Brother suddenly became so frightening...

Yan Xing gave a vicious glare at Yan Si, who was fawning and acting cute in the old man’s arms, secretly grinding his teeth, "You little brat, you’re driving me mad."

Yan Si’s eyes rolled around, and she finally noticed Ji Yunya standing to the side, her eyes instantly lighting up.

"This sister is so beautiful, like a fairy descending to the mortal world."

Yan Song’s lips curled slightly, thinking those words finally made sense.

Noticing Yan Song’s unusual behavior, Dongfang Yi felt her heart gradually sink.

There must be an issue between Yan Song and Ji Yunya.

Indeed, they both grew up together in Jiangzhou. Having something between them was only natural. She suddenly realized what was wrong earlier. That bracelet Zhuang Xiyue wanted to pass on should only be for the eldest daughter-in-law; no matter how much Zhuang Xiyue liked Ji Yunya, she couldn’t break the rules, or it would embarrass the not-yet-married eldest daughter-in-law. It’s just that Ji Yunya was tagged as Yan Ke’s fiancée, making them momentarily forget to think about this anomaly.

Moreover, since entering, other than mentioning Yan Ke and Ji Yunya, did Zhuang Xiyue ever personally acknowledge it?

No.

Dongfang Yi lowered her gaze, her hands subtly clasping at her sides, a cold smile flickering at the bottom of her eyes.

The things I, Dongfang Yi, have my eyes on, have never been given away willingly.

"Dad, the third and fourth brothers have also returned. The house is lively today." Lu Yuke walked forward with a smile, her gaze sweeping over Ji Yunya’s face without drawing attention, and a trace of cold intent flashed through her pupils.

She had seen the incident of Yan Song saving someone earlier, and like Dongfang Yi, she thought of many possibilities, her heart filled with cold laughter. So this was Zhuang Xiyue’s trump card. He indeed looked good, but it was a pity he wasn’t born at the right time.

Yan Nanrong and Yan Nanmo came forward, followed by Pei Xinyi and Yan Sheng Yan Ke. Several people stepped forward to pay their respects. The room was packed with people, adding to the bustle.

The old man was overjoyed, holding Yan Song with one hand and Yan Si with the other, his old face lined with creases: "Good, good, Ah Mo, Ah Rong, it didn’t interfere with your work, right?"

Yan Nanmo smiled and said, "Celebrating grandfather’s birthday, no matter how busy, we had to make time for this."

"Third Brother is right. Work isn’t more important than grandfather."

Mr. Jiang and Lady Jiang then came forward to pay their respects to the old man. Looking at them, the old man asked: "Is Zizi doing well now?"