CHAPTER 1105: CHAPTER 225: EMBROIDERED PILLOW, ACADEMIC CREDENTIALS SHOWDOWN

"Yan Song, what are you doing?" Shu Tiancheng fumed, glaring.

"Then let me ask you, what do you intend to do? This is the Yan Family, not the Shu Family. Today is my great-grandfather’s wedding celebration. Is Elder Shu here for the wedding feast or looking for trouble?" Yan Song’s words were cold and sharp, even someone as seasoned as Elder Shu found it difficult to contend.

"Ah Song, after all, this is Elder Shu, and besides, it’s Miss Ji who is in the wrong..." Meng Shujing stepped forward and said.

"In the wrong?" Yan Song suddenly turned his head to look at her, his thin lips curled into a mocking arc, "Where is she in the wrong? Is it simply because the object didn’t hit Yun Ya but rather hit Yan He, so Yun Ya is in the wrong? What kind of nonsense logic is that? If something falls from the sky and hits Aunt, would she blame me?"

"You... are simply talking nonsense." Meng Shujing snapped, flinging her sleeve in frustration.

"Yan Song, do you really refuse to hand her over to me?" Shu Tiancheng asked again.

"Some things I only say once, Elder Shu should see a doctor if his hearing is poor."

Shu Tiancheng let out a cold laugh, taking a deep look at Yan Song, "You’ve got nerve, we’re leaving." With those words, he carried Yan He away in large strides, there was no point in further confrontation, and Yan He’s injuries couldn’t be delayed, unsure if there were more injuries, they hurried to the hospital for an examination.

Yan He nestled in Shu Tiancheng’s arms, her face wrapped, showing only one eye, which she used to glare fiercely at Ji Yunya, with a hatred that penetrated to the bone.

She stood beside Yan Song, like a small bird snuggling close, the two appeared perfectly matched...

Suddenly, she turned her head, seeing her arch an eyebrow, smiling like spring flowers and autumn moons, a tranquil smile that seemed like a provocative taunt to her.

Grinding her teeth hard, "Just you wait."

Shu Tiancheng strode away, leaving a moment of dead silence in the courtyard, until Lu Yuke spoke first, worriedly, "Elder Shu is quite revered in the military, offending him like this is truly unwise."

"So what?" Yan Song said indifferently, casting a cold glance at Lu Yuke, "Aunt, Yun Ya is still a guest whom my mother invited over, would you stand by and watch her be taken away without thinking how to explain it to my mother?"

The words were truly blunt... Lu Yuke narrowed her eyes, smiling, "I didn’t know, Ah Song and Miss Ji had... such a relationship... Had I known earlier, I would have...."

"What would Aunt have done?" Yan Song sneered.

"Brother, she’s clearly Brother Yan Ke’s fiancée, did she seduce you? How shameless can you be?" Yan Xing had barely started speaking when a pebble struck her knee, sending her kneeling to the ground with a scream.

"Xingxing." Meng Shujing hurriedly bent down to help her.

"Keep your mouth clean." Yan Song coldly said, Yan Xing, feeling both aggrieved and hurt, cried in earnest.

Yan Song snorted coldly, held Yun Ya’s hand tightly, and left in large strides.

Yan Ke shrank his head, ready to sneak away, but Meng Shujing quickly grabbed him, "What on earth is going on? Isn’t Ji Yunya your fiancée?"

Yan Ke rolled his eyes, "Aunt, you shouldn’t say such things carelessly, it would ruin Sister Yun Ya’s reputation." With that, he freed himself from Meng Shujing’s grasp and scampered off.

Lu Yuke turned her gaze to sweep over the crowd, "I’m sorry for the spectacle, the banquet is about to begin, let’s head to the front courtyard."

The group moved out briskly.

A few young ladies engaged in lively conversation.

Yan Xing stood up, rubbing her knee, gritting her teeth in anger, "Brother is too awful, treating me like that."

Meng Junci shrugged helplessly, "You asked for it with your big mouth criticizing Miss Ji."

Yan Xing suddenly pulled on Meng Junci’s hand, exclaiming joyfully, "Sister Ah Ci, if Ji Yunya isn’t Brother Yan Ke’s fiancée, then don’t you have a chance?"

Meng Junci’s expression froze.

Yan Xing tilted her head, "Sister Ah Ci, aren’t you happy?"

Meng Junci smiled, "What is there to be happy about, and what is there not to be happy about?"

Yan Hua glanced at Meng Junci with a frown, tugged Yan Xing, "Alright, you and your loose tongue, let me check if the injury is serious?"

"Second Sister, why are you siding with Ji Yunya, making Mom unhappy?"

Yan Hua responded helplessly, "It’s about justice, you better watch what you say in the future, or see how Brother deals with you."

Meng Junci listened to their conversation, a bitter smile spreading across her face, as she stepped forward to follow.

She truly should have been happy, yet somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to be happy.