CHAPTER 1180: CHAPTER 235: CONFESSION ON LIVE STREAM, SET UP

"I’m bored being here alone, glad you two came to keep me company." Yun Ya poured tea for them, while Yan Xing circled the room, clicking her tongue in admiration, "It’s a complete makeover from when we used to stay here. Everything’s the best now; third aunt is really playing favorites."

Yan Hua chuckled helplessly, "Trying to compete with Yun Ya for a spot in third aunt’s heart? That’s just asking for trouble."

Yan Xing ran to the desk, saw Yun Ya’s calligraphy, and exclaimed, "Sister Yun Ya, your writing is amazing! If you joined the Fangyuan Society, you’d absolutely crush that group of women."

Yun Ya had heard of the Fangyuan Society, a gathering of socialites who supposedly meet for friendship but secretly compete and show off. She found it too dull to partake in their contests; besides, it wasn’t even her scene.

Yan Hua walked over to take a look upon hearing this, unable to contain her awe, "I never expected your calligraphy to be this good, elegant yet charismatic, with an original style—all very masterful."

Yun Ya, used to receiving such compliments, remained unfazed, saying, "Just writing for fun."

Yan Hua might not be skilled in critiquing arts, but she could see that this writing was far better than what Dongfang Yi had penned. During the last Fangyuan Society gathering, Dongfang Yi’s writing was praised, but looking at it now, it paled compared to Yun Ya’s.

"Sister Yun Ya, do you know how to paint?" Yan Xing’s eyes twinkled curiously.

Yun Ya responded humbly, "A little bit."

Yan Xing knew that when Yun Ya said ’a little bit,’ it meant ’very well.’

"Do you play chess?"

Yun Ya was unsure of the girl’s intent, so she replied lightly, "Just scratching the surface."

This ’just scratching the surface’ surely meant she was proficient.

"Then, Sister Yun Ya, do you know how to play the piano?"

Learning the zither was about cultivating elegance, but piano playing was the current trend. For instance, Yan Xing was pushed by her mother to learn it, yet she couldn’t sit still; even now, she still couldn’t fully grasp simple sheet music.

Yun Ya pondered for a moment. Playing the piano—she was forced to learn by Ji Lanyi when she was a child. Being smart, she learned quickly and reached level ten by the age of four or five. In her past life, after returning to the Yun Family, Kang Jinxian used her to earn a reputation as a talented woman, making piano playing a must-learn. Kang Jinxian was clever too, never playing in public but using Miaomiao to command her skills in secret to win all accolades. In the past life, Kang Jinxian was skilled in poetry, lyrics, musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but all of these skills belonged to her.

"Just a little~." From the start of this life, she hadn’t touched a piano, didn’t like it, and rejected it in her mind, as it always reminded her of unpleasant memories.

"Wow, Sister Yun Ya, is there anything you can’t do?" Yan Xing admired her more and more. Some people were just born excellent, leaving others powerless even to be jealous.

Yun Ya smiled gently, "There are many things I can’t do, like cooking, doing laundry, for example...."

Yan Xing felt embarrassed, "This proves you’re born with a princess’s destiny, waiting for others to serve you."

The tone had a hint of grievance, as if she were doing it on purpose....

"By the way, why not come with us to the Fangyuan Society’s event later, and show those self-important women up! There’s a woman named Song Jinwen who’s just unbearable—always looking down on everyone because she plays the piano well. Let’s show her there’s always someone better."

Yun Ya had no interest in petty rivalries among these girls and felt a bit helpless upon hearing this.

Yan Hua tugged at Yan Xing, "Enough, you have a grudge against Song Jinwen; don’t drag Yun Ya into it. Yun Ya’s just arrived in the Capital City and knows no one. You’re going to get her in trouble, and if third aunt finds out, she’ll hold you accountable."

Yan Xing pouted, "What’s the big deal about that...."

Yun Ya switched the subject, saying, "I’ll send you the ticket number for Mai Zheng’s concert from my phone, so you can print it from a kiosk and avoid losing it. Give me your phone number, and I’ll send it over now." Yun Ya said, picking up her phone.

Yan Xing, recalling why she’d come, grinned widely. Patting her pockets, she realized she hadn’t brought her phone, "I’ll go get it." And she turned and ran out.

Yan Hua shook her head with a smile, "Always so scatterbrained."

"Naïvely sweet, how wonderful." Meng Shujing had raised her daughter a bit too much like a pampered girl, which wasn’t good, especially for a family like the Yan Family. They could protect her at home, but could they do so for a lifetime? When she married into another family, who knows how many setbacks she’d encounter.

Shortly thereafter, Yan Xing returned with her phone, and Yun Ya sent her the ticket number, "Two of them, so you can take a friend to the concert."