CHAPTER 1179: CHAPTER 235: CONFESSION ON LIVE STREAM, SET UP

Yan Song sighed and walked over to embrace her from behind, "I’m sorry, I was careless."

Yun Ya turned her head to hug his neck, "Actually, you’ve done really well already. This is a matter between us women, Brother Yan don’t interfere, let me handle it myself."

"I’m just afraid you’ll be too tired. We can’t stay here too long, we’ll move in a couple of days."

"No way, it’s fun here, although a bit troublesome, but definitely not boring."

"You, what should I do with you?" Yan Song sighed.

Yun Ya curled up in his arms and yawned, "Brother Yan, carry me to bed."

Yan Song looked at her being like a lazy cat, and with a smile, he scooped her up by the waist. Yun Ya originally wanted to sleep, but she dug a hole for herself. As soon as her back hit the bed, Yan Song leaned over towards her.

"You... what are you doing?" Yun Ya opened her eyes wide.

Yan Song pinned her hands over her head and smiled, "In bed, what else can I do?"

Before Yun Ya could speak, her mouth was sealed.

Just when the sparks were flying, a voice came from outside the door: "Third Lady..., Miss is sleeping, I will call her now."

"No need, I’ll just take a look and leave."

Yun Ya jolted awake and hurriedly pushed Yan Song off: "Aunt Zhuang is here, get up quickly."

Yan Song suddenly withdrew, feeling a bit defeated for being interrupted.

Yun Ya glanced around and pointed behind the screen: "Quick, hide behind the screen."

Yan Song was helpless: "Why should I hide?"

Yun Ya urgently pushed him: "Hurry up, go."

Unable to refuse, Yan Song quickly walked over and hid behind the screen.

The next moment, Zhuang Xiyue pushed the door open and walked in.

Yun Ya lay in bed pretending to sleep, not having time to tidy up the covers. Zhuang Xiyue is sharp, she could tell something was off when she saw Ah Yun, the tone was intentionally spoken to someone in the room, it was a signal.

Yun Ya’s pretending made her feel jittery, she opened her eyes groggily, "Aunt Zhuang, why did you come over?"

"No problem, just wanted to tell you, there’s a charity dinner tomorrow, come with me. I’ve prepared your dress, and I’ll have it sent over shortly." She said, glancing at Yun Ya’s mouth, "Why does your mouth look a bit swollen?"

Yun Ya touched her mouth, feeling shy and secretly annoyed, "Um... I..."

Zhuang Xiyue teased with a smile, "Come out, I’ve seen you a long time ago."

In the next instant, Yan Song walked out leisurely with his hands in his pockets, giving Yun Ya a look, as if saying, "See, I told you it was useless."

Yun Ya’s face turned bright red in an instant, she lowered her head not daring to look at anyone.

Zhuang Xiyue glared at Yan Song fiercely, this brat, "Though you’re young, you need to have restraint. If you dare hurt Yun Ya, watch how I’ll deal with you."

Hearing Zhuang Xiyue’s words, Yun Ya’s face turned even redder.

"Mom, what are you worrying about?" Yan Song walked over and sat in a chair, looking nonchalant.

Zhuang Xiyue thought back to Yan Nanmo when he was young, he was just like Yan Song, no wonder they’re father and son, equally shameless.

"Alright, Yun Ya remember what I told you, Ah Song, come along, follow me back, let Yun Ya rest well." Zhuang Xiyue said and pulled Yan Song out.

Before leaving, Yan Song glanced at Yun Ya, seeing his helpless expression, Yun Ya couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile.

At a place with no one around, Yan Song broke free from Zhuang Xiyue’s hand, smoothing out the creases in his clothes as if he despised Zhuang Xiyue.

Zhuang Xiyue couldn’t help but glare, this brat, even dislikes his mom.

Holding back, Zhuang Xiyue looked around and leaned closer to Yan Song to mutter, "Tell mom the truth, have you... done it with Yun Ya?" Asking this made Zhuang Xiyue quite embarrassed.

Yan Song raised his brow, glancing down at her, "What?"

Clearly pretending not to understand.

Zhuang Xiyue pinched his arm heavily, "Brat, why are you pretending with me?"

Yan Song laughed, "I’m not good at riddles, how would I know what you’re talking about?"

Zhuang Xiyue: "...."

Yan Song pouted, "Relax, I care for Yun Ya more than you do."

With those words, hands in pockets and long legs striding, he walked away distances in just a few steps.

Zhuang Xiyue was stunned for a while, then laughed, she knew it, Ah Song, like his father, would cherish women. Thinking back to Nanmo he... no need to mention this anymore... Zhuang Xiyue’s face turned slightly red as she walked away.

After dinner, Yun Ya read a bit, "Sister Yun Ya, I’ve come to find you."

Yan Xing hopped in.

Yun Ya rubbed her forehead in headaches, she had forgotten about this little rascal.

Yan Xing ran in, followed by Yan Hua, who smiled and said, "Yun Ya, I hope you don’t mind me disturbing you."