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Yun Zhi Yue resisted, but Nan Jing was not surprised at all. He leaned in again, kissing the spot on her neck where he had only briefly tasted before. He stopped only when Yun Zhi Yue let out a choked sound.
I never joke around. If I do, it means I take this matter seriously. Think about it carefully.
After giving her collarbone a gentle kiss, Nan Jing released her. Yun Zhi Yue wanted to raise her hand to slap him but felt his grip tighten on her wrist as he asked, "Do you want to continue?"
Fuming, Yun Zhi Yue cursed at him, "Bastard," and ran back to her room in tears.
In the afternoon, Nan Jing had to step out for work. When he returned, he found that Yun Zhi Yue had moved out. On her bedroom door was a piece of white paper with two bold characters written in an elaborate script: "Absolutely Out."
Nan Jing looked at the paper without showing any emotion and pushed the door open to enter Yun Zhi Yue's room. Inside, the scent of fresh herbs filled the air. He lay down on the bed where she had slept and murmured to himself, "The identity of childhood sweethearts can be severed, but everything else has just begun."
Upon realizing the progress of their relationship, Yun Zhi Yue decisively returned home and blocked all of Nan Jing's contact information. She claimed she was doing well at Nan Jing's place and planned to go back to the Yun Family to work as her father's secretary.
Naturally, Yun Fu had no objections; he was delighted to have his daughter working with him every day. Lan Mu's expression was somewhat peculiar. She knew her daughter well enough; could it be that there had been some conflict with Nan Jing that drove her back?
Sure enough, a few days later, Nan Jing called, saying he had been harsh at work and that Yun Zhi Yue got angry and blocked him. Lan Mu wore an expression that confirmed her suspicions and assured Nan Jing that she would arrange for them to meet and make up.
Meanwhile, at work in the Yun Family company, Yun Zhi Yue was completely unaware that her mother was planning to sell her out. Even if she did know, she would probably just chuckle at how beautifully orchestrated it all was.
Life was stifling at the Nan Family, but here in her own company, she felt free. Not only did she boldly share a table with the chairman, but her desk was also filled with snacks and drinks. The Yuan Tuan Chairman frequently checked if she had enough to eat and offered to buy more—such a pleasant experience.
As she snacked on dried fruit, Yun Zhi Yue suddenly asked, "Dad, do you still keep in touch with Yue Tong? Are her parents angry about what happened at our house and don’t want to see me?"
Yun Fu was happily watching his daughter when his expression suddenly froze. He quickly picked up a cup of water to drink, trying to mask a moment of awkwardness.
"You’re asking about that? It’s in the past, no need to bring it up again," he replied.
Yun Zhi Yue had only asked casually; after all, the Puppet Body was also her concern, and she felt it was only right to care about what had happened before. However, her father's tactical sip of water piqued her interest.
"Dad, your reaction is off. By the way, you always talk about a friend's child, but which friend are you so close with? I've never seen or heard of them."
"Could it be that you made this up? Is Yue Tong an illegitimate child or something? Were you afraid of being discovered when you donated blood back then because your blood type matched, so you kept it a secret?"
Pfft.
A mouthful of green tea was wasted as it sprayed all over her face.
Yun Fu looked utterly shocked. "Daughter, are you out of your mind? Do you want me to book an appointment with a doctor for you?"
"Donating blood to save someone? Which hospital doesn’t have a blood bank? What are you even thinking? If I had an illegitimate child, wouldn’t your mother kill me?"
"Go on, go play outside. Don’t delay my work."
With her face drenched in tea, Yun Zhi Yue was pushed out, her expression growing increasingly strange. Wasn’t her father clearly feeling guilty?
Otherwise, why would he spray tea like that? Could it be that her guess about an illegitimate child was spot on?
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