CHAPTER 1075: CHAPTER 220: STUNNING BEAUTY STEALS THE SPOTLIGHT (PART 6)

Zhuang Xiyue shows favoritism, or perhaps not...

No, impossible, Ji Yunya is merely from a merchant family, how could she be worthy of Yan Song? Even marrying Yan Ke is a climb for her; Zhuang Xiyue couldn’t be so foolish.

Jealousy and a mix of unwilling emotions filled her heart, but no matter the struggle inside, her face still bore an impeccable smile.

"Sister-in-law, my mom, Fourth Aunt, and Eldest Sister and Second Sister have already gone over, we should hurry over too."

"Alright." Zhuang Xiyue smiled as she linked arms with Su Yu and Yun Ya, heading towards Rongju Garden.

Just as they stepped into Rongju Garden, peals of laughter and joyous noise filled the hall, demonstrating the liveliness inside. Yun Ya suddenly felt somewhat nervous, her palms unknowingly breaking out in a cold sweat. Zhuang Xiyue glanced sideways at Yun Ya, softly reassuring her: "Don’t be afraid, Aunt Zhuang is right by your side."

Her heart slightly steadied, Yun Ya smiled at her: "I’m not afraid."

The heavy curtain lifted, and Yun Ya heard a sweet, innocent young girl’s voice, mixed with pure innocence, "Great-grandfather, my Second Sister and I have been living together for so long, why does she want to drive us away as soon as she arrives? Great-grandfather, do you know, the East Pavilion is so cold, last night I nearly froze to death. Look at Xingxing’s little hand, it’s all frozen red...."

"Xingxing, what are you saying in front of Great-grandfather, don’t trouble him with these things." A dignified female voice scolded.

"Come, let Great-grandfather see, Xingxing’s hands are frozen red, Great-grandfather will blow on them, hmm, blowing will make the pain go away...." The old man’s voice was hoarse and low, weathered by the years, the kind that naturally evokes a feeling of respect and reverence.

However, this voice carried a hint of aged fatigue and a trace of longstanding illness.

"Great-grandfather, Xingxing is grown up now; you can’t use such childish ways to appease me anymore. Hmph, Xingxing won’t fall for it."

"Xingxing, many people wish for the old man to blow like this but lack the fortune, yet here you are, being choosy. When Si’er arrives later, it’ll be her turn in front of the old man." A woman teased.

"Hmph, Auntie, just admit you’re jealous of me."

The same teasing female voice suddenly spoke with a laugh, "Sister-in-law has arrived."

The voice boomed, and in an instant, all the eyes in the room turned towards the door.

As she stepped through the door, under the gazes of everyone in the room, Yun Ya calmly lowered her eyes.

"Grandfather, your granddaughter-in-law wishes you good health, may you have many more days like this every year, and live as long as the South Mountain and as vast as the East Sea." As she crossed the threshold, Zhuang Xiyue released Yun Ya’s hand, swiftly moving forward and firmly kneeling in front of the old man, giving a loud kowtow.

The old man leaned forward to help her up, "Hurry... hurry and stand."

Meng Shujing smiled as she helped Zhuang Xiyue up: "The third son’s wife is the most filial, look how sincerely she kowtowed, none of us have such dedication, no wonder the old man loves the third son’s family the most."

Zhuang Xiyue smiled, "Elder Sister-in-law, you’re mistaken. Our hearts for the old man are the same, naturally, the old man’s love for all of us juniors is also equal; there’s no such thing as more or less, right, Sister-in-law?"

Meng Shujing smiled insincerely, "Yes, yes, that’s the truth." Everyone knows the old man favors the second house the most.

"Where’s Ah Song, my Ah Song." The old man looked towards the door, murmuring.

Zhuang Xiyue smiled, "Right behind, he’s just coming, Grandfather, don’t worry."

Yun Ya felt the presence of a room full of women but didn’t look around, standing demurely in a corner. Su Yu and Dongfang Yi went to pay their respects to the old man. Dongfang Yi visited often, and the old man remembered her, holding her hand while they talked, and Dongfang Yi responded with a smile. She knew how to amuse the elderly, making the old man burst into hearty laughter with just a few words.

Yan Xing disdainfully puckered her mouth, a sycophant.

She winked at the girl standing beside her, "Sister Ah Ci, look at her, acting closer to him than she does to her real grandfather, anyone who didn’t know would think she’s his actual granddaughter."

Meng Junci chuckled, "Xingxing, don’t talk nonsense."

Yan Xing rolled her eyes firmly, "I am not talking nonsense, just look at her, almost like she wants to write ’I want to marry Yan Song’ on her face, shameless, always running to our house. Other than you, Sister, no one can take the eldest brother away."

Meng Junci smiled bitterly, recalling what her mother said before she left, a trace of gloom crossing her eyes.

Yan Xing’s eyes rolled, spotting the girl standing in the corner by the door, pointing a finger, exclaiming: "Who is she?"

Yan Xing’s voice was loud, and with a shout, she drew all the women’s attention in the room, and in a flash, everyone’s gaze shifted over.