CHAPTER 92: 088 COMING TO SMASH THE PLACE

Why look for her? Yan Song couldn’t say why at the moment, it was just an instinctive action.

"Why do you have so many questions? Can’t I want to see you?" Yan Song attempted to use an irritable tone to cover up his momentary embarrassment.

However, Yun Ya saw right through it.

Yun Ya didn’t call out the little boy’s awkward pretense, looking behind him instead, "Aunt Zhuang and Uncle Yan aren’t here? Didn’t they come?"

Yan Song pointed in a random direction.

Yun Ya saw Zhuang Xiyue and Yan Nanmo standing in the center of the venue, surrounded by a crowd of men and women, unable to move, and smiled before asking, "Where’s Yan Ke? Why don’t I see him?"

Who knew that the mere mention of Yan Ke would instantly ruffle Yan Song’s feathers, "Why bring him up? It’s a mood killer."

Seeing this, Yun Ya didn’t say anything more. It was well known that the relationship between the brothers Yan Song and Yan Ke was not good, seemingly born enemies. Yet, when it came down to it, their blood bond meant they were still united as brothers in crucial times.

Thinking of something, Yun Ya’s lips curled into a gentle smile, and upon seeing this, Yan Song curiously asked, "What are you smiling at?"

Yun Ya retorted, "Why are there so many questions? I just felt like smiling."

Yan Song looked slightly displeased, but found he had no rebuttal, involuntarily furrowing his brow and pulling a long face as if he were nursing a deep grudge.

Yun Ya shook his head with a light chuckle, deciding not to bother with this little brat any longer, his gaze returning to the venue to observe the myriad facets of life and the unpredictability of worldly affairs...

"Brother Yan, you should go back to Aunt Zhuang’s side. Otherwise, she’ll be worried if she can’t find you later." Yun Ya kindly reminded, not wanting to drag him into her own affairs.

Ji Yunya wanted to send him away? Yan Song pouted, ignoring her, instead drawing even closer to Yun Ya, sticking to her as if he had become attached.

Yun Ya sighed helplessly, knowing Yan Song was naturally contrary—if you asked him to do something, he would do the opposite. He was just a little brat with a perverse personality, hard to imagine that the nation’s heartthrob adored by countless young girls used to be such a troublemaker.

There were a pair of eyes deep and mysterious as the sea, like bright stars against the dark firmament, twinkling and lighting up his world.

Yan Song stared blankly at Ji Yunya’s profile, her skin was fair and delicate, seemingly breakable with a touch. Her beautiful features softly glowed under the light like luminescent jade, with chestnut curly hair neatly tucked behind her ear, complementing her fair face.

The butterfly hairpin on the side of her ear shone brilliantly under the light, its colorful wings gently fluttering as if in a beautiful dream...

Yun Shu’s gentle yet elegant voice, clear through the high-quality microphone, filled every corner of the venue. Yun Ya listened quietly, with a thin, mocking smile flickering in his eyes.

"Oh, the Yun Family is acknowledging a god relative, such a bustling scene, how could it go on without me, Master Ning?" A bright, yet bold woman’s voice suddenly pierced the air, clearly audible to everyone.

Master Ning? In all of Jiangzhou, only one person dared to refer to herself in that tone.

A wave of fear flashed through everyone’s minds, and they turned to look, only to see a tall, slender woman walking in arm in arm with a man, her grace captivating.

The woman wore a black strapless cocktail dress, with a fluffy hem not exceeding her knees, revealing a pair of straight and long legs that seemed to become more alluring and hazy with every step, absolutely tantalizing. She walked on twelve-centimeter black platform heels, the solid sound of heels striking the marble floor instinctively causing hearts to tighten.

Under the chic and fashionable short hair was a stunning face, with phoenix eyes that were lively and spirited. The slightly upturned eyeliner drew out a bold and sharp presence, her eyebrows bright yet dignified. As she walked in, she held the demeanor of a cold and aloof queen, yet the bright smile on her lips somehow tightened the scalp.

This was Ning Zijin, the eldest granddaughter of the Ning Family. Rumors said that at sixteen she single-handedly took down a gang, thus creating her legend. Now the Ning Family was basically under her management—even her father Ning Qinghua was nothing but a puppet. Nowadays, everyone in Jiangzhou knew that the real head of the Ning Family was this young woman, only just twenty years old.

Rumors had it she lived a loose and unrestrained life, no one who crossed her got off easily. Once during a banquet, a woman cursed her under her breath. Ning Zijin overheard and slapped the woman twice on the spot, forcing her to apologize immediately. That woman, unable to bear the humiliation, reportedly went abroad later. Stories of Ning Zijin’s exploits were numerous, leaving the impression of a fierce tigress in people’s minds.

However, it was said she was involved with the Crown Prince of Shenghua. Could the cultured and refined-looking man beside her be Shenghua’s Crown Prince?

The Ning Family never participates in any commercial banquets. It might be possible that she came as Ye Feng’s companion, but the Yun Family really has great face, having not only numerous high officials but also Young Master Ye in attendance.

Yun Shen was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Ning Zijin to come. Her tone clearly indicated she was there to cause trouble, and his gaze made a quick round over the man beside her.

Not Ye Feng, and very unfamiliar.

Having steadied his mind, he immediately strode over, offering a distant yet polite smile, "Miss Ning’s presence truly graces us."

Bai Ran had been talking with her elder brother and sister-in-law. Xiangxiang had a bit of a fever, so she didn’t come tonight and was being taken care of by a nanny at home. Bai Ran thus asked a few more questions. Upon hearing the sound, she subconsciously turned her head to look.

The man was clear-cut and refined, with a faint smile on his lips. Under the light, he resembled an unpolished jade, emitting a warm and soft aura.

The woman by his side was beautiful and haughty, and standing together, they matched each other well.

Bai Ran’s whole person suddenly froze there, the blood drained from her face.

"Ranran, what’s wrong with you?" Gu Chunrong noticed her face turn pale and her gaze fixed on a certain spot. She instinctively followed her gaze, yet Bai Ran had already returned to normal, "It’s nothing, just suddenly felt a bit of stomach discomfort."

Gu Chunrong chided, "You, paying so little attention to your own health. How can this go on...".

A trace of irritation crossed Bai Ran’s brows, and she nodded absentmindedly.

He didn’t need to search purposefully; his eyes locked onto her position at first glance. She was more beautiful and more elegant than before, only her complexion didn’t look too good.

Was she ill?

His brows furrowed slightly, and just then, Ning Zijin pulled him toward Yun Shen.

He surveyed the man discreetly, noting his finely tailored suit and his tall, upright figure. The man’s handsome yet cold countenance featured a pair of eyes as deep as the midnight sea, inscrutable, his every move exuding the mature man’s steadiness and nobility, a charisma that could make any woman’s heart flutter.

Compared to Yun Shen, he indeed was too young...

A soft sigh escaped his lips, and a touch of gloom fell over his eyes as the hand hidden in his sleeve clenched into a fist involuntarily.

"President Yun, congratulations, congratulations, on having a new sister. It’s just...," Ning Zijin’s gaze fell on the protagonist of the day, noticing the little girl’s shrunken expression and curling her lips with a laugh.

"Your sister seems too young, doesn’t she? She looks about the age of your daughter. If not for knowing better, one might think she is a child bride." She laughed first, covering her mouth, her voice melodious but particularly grating.

Everyone present was no fool. Ning Zijin was clearly there to cause a scene. It was heard that Yun Shen had recently snatched a piece of land from the Ning Family, and Ning Zijin was known for holding grudges. It would be strange if she didn’t seek revenge. There seemed to be a good show ahead.

Yun Shu, holding Kang Jinxian’s hand, came over with a smile, "Miss Ning is joking. Ah Xian is very sensible and well-behaved. Children’s world is very innocent; please don’t use adult thinking to speculate about them."

This was an implicit way of calling her thoughts filthy.

Heh... Ning Zijin chuckled softly, her eyes landing on the opposite Yun Shu. She looked to be just over thirty at most. Who uninformed would know that the mature and handsome man beside her was her son?

Old witch... Ning Zijin cursed inwardly, but voiced out, "Oh? Perhaps the elder lady misunderstood, my meaning was to say that Your Ladyship looks young and could surely get along well with future little nieces and nephews. After all, without blood ties, it is somewhat difficult to integrate into a family. Don’t you agree, Elder Lady?"

Ning Zijin emphasized "Elder Lady" heavily, but alas, Yun Shu maintained a tranquil and gentle smile from beginning to end with not a hint of displeasure, making Ning Zijin secretly curse the old witch.

"Our Yun Family’s household affairs need not concern Miss Ning," Yun Shu replied with a flawless smile, impossible to find any fault with. It seemed impossible to spot any trace of time on her, who was elegant and genteel, reminding people of an orchid, noble and pure, standing on a branch with an elegant figure and a fragrance that was distant and clear.

Many men in attendance found their gazes frequently returning to her, entertaining some lively thoughts.