CHAPTER 1203: CHAPTER 239: DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT LAYING A FINGER—PREGNANT?

On the way back, Yun Ya fell asleep in the car.

She suddenly awoke with a start, which startled Yan Song: "What’s wrong?"

"I haven’t told Aunt Zhuang yet, she must be very worried." Yun Ya’s phone was dead, so she fished Yan Song’s phone out of his coat pocket and called Zhuang Xiyue under Yan Song’s amused gaze.

After reporting that she was safe, Zhuang Xiyue was so worried she cried.

The specific details were hard to explain over the phone, so Yun Ya didn’t say much before hanging up.

"Aren’t you going to explain it to me?" Yan Song’s dangerous voice sounded above her head.

Yun Ya’s heart trembled slightly, "Didn’t you already know? Why ask me?"

"By putting yourself in danger, do you even know how worried I was?" Yan Song’s voice still carried a hint of fear. He couldn’t even imagine the situation if Yun Ya hadn’t prepared beforehand; just thinking about it made him want to tear Ye Xiaoxiao apart.

"Hehe, I knew you would come to save me. You’re the person I trust most in this world." Yun Ya said sweetly, successfully calming Yan Song’s anger.

Yan Song sighed and pulled her tightly into his arms: "What am I going to do with you? You can’t do this again in the future."

Truth be told, he hadn’t protected her well and didn’t realize there was a venomous snake watching her from the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.

"It was my fault. This kind of thing won’t happen again." A cold light flashed in Yan Song’s eyes, and he pressed his thin lips together tightly.

Yun Ya clutched the front of his shirt and said softly: "Brother Yan, you don’t have to worry about me. I have Mingyue by my side. She’s worth many people, like this time. I got word that Ye Xiaoxiao would make a move at the party, but I didn’t know how many people she had, so I planned to use myself as bait. Mingyue would then bring people to capture them all at once. So, how could anything happen to me?"

He knew how formidable Mingyue was, but she was such a mysterious and unknown figure that he couldn’t feel at ease with her around Yun Ya.

"That Mingyue, do you know her background?" Yan Song had used his own means to investigate, but this person seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, with no trace at all; she was too mysterious.

Yun Ya was taken aback and looked up at Yan Song: "Brother Yan, are you doubting Mingyue?"

"I’m just worried about you." Yan Song’s fingers caressed her skin, his gaze fixed on her eyes.

Yun Ya smiled: "Although I don’t know her background, I know she won’t harm me. I trust my instincts."

She didn’t mention the more important thing, that Mingyue was probably related to Miaomiao’s disappearance.

Yan Song said nothing further, holding her against his chest as he gazed out the car window.

Yun Ya suddenly remembered something and exclaimed: "Oh no."

Yan Song furrowed his brows, "What is it?"

Yun Ya glanced at the time; it was almost ten o’clock, and Mai Zheng...

She knew Mai Zheng’s temper; when he went crazy, there was no stopping him. If Mai Zheng really... she massaged her temples in distress: "We can’t go back yet; let’s go to the Workers’ Stadium."

"Hmm?" Yan Song’s voice was lilted slightly, particularly seductive.

"Mai Zheng is having a concert tonight. I promised him I’d definitely go."

Yan Song’s eyes darkened slightly; his hand tightened around Yun Ya’s waist, and he instructed the driver: "To the Workers’ Stadium."

The open-air stadium, capable of holding fifty thousand people, was alight, reaching to the sky; the crowd roared, and music thundered.

A dense crowd filled the stands as far as the eye could see, glowing sticks like flames spread in the darkness, screams like tidal waves, wildly demonstrating their passion.

Though it was winter, the whole place was blazing hot.

On the expansive stage, a young man sang and danced energetically, brimming with enthusiasm and attitude, each simple dance move setting off a massive wave below.

After finishing a song, the backup dancers withdrew. The young man, slightly breathless, gazed at the mass of audience below. His eyes outlined with eyeliner, gold eyeshadow brushed on, imparting an air of wicked allure akin to a seductive elf, captivating and heart-stealing.

"Thank you for coming to my concert." His deep and slightly husky voice floated through the microphone, drifting to every corner of the stadium. As the last note fell, there was another wave of fervent screams, accompanied by the name Mai Zheng echoing under the starry sky.

"Shh." The young man raised his index finger to his lips; his eyes were lit with starlight, gentle and brilliantly dazzling.

Amazingly, there wasn’t a single sound.

Everyone widened their eyes at the glamorous young man on stage—their idol, their faith, the god who carried all their youth and thrills...