Chapter 2043 - 486: His Glory Has Only Just Begun
It seems we need to do more good deeds, just to accumulate blessings for the next life.
Yellow Hair saw the Boss and his girlfriend coming over, quickly stood up straight, Yan Song glanced at him, Yellow Hair blinked innocently, Yan Song waved at him, and Yellow Hair immediately fled as if granted amnesty.
Yun Ya was just about to push open the door to the room when Yan Song grabbed her hand, frowning at her.
Yun Ya smiled at him: "Wait for me at the door."
After saying that she pushed open the door and walked in.
Rolling her eyes, from her perspective she could only see a fluttering hem of a skirt, and a pair of white leather shoes beneath the pink skirt.
Just the lower half of the body already spoke volumes of tenderness and softness, she thought, the owner of these feet must be a young woman with a beautiful face, whose smile is as captivating as a crescent moon...
The feet gradually walked up to her, she saw the pink skirt fluttering, like a dream, instantly taking her back to that distant dream.
That person slowly crouched down, meeting her gaze directly, she saw the face clearly, her pupils shrank abruptly.
The owner of these feet indeed had a beautiful face, whose smile was as captivating as a crescent moon, only the ridicule and pity in those eyes pierced her heart like a thousand arrows...
Ji Yunya, her dear granddaughter.
"Grandmother, I’ve come to see you." The girl’s voice was soft and tender, truly enchanting.
Blood tears welled up in her eyes, but besides watching helplessly, what else could she do?
"I didn’t expect you to become like this, her hatred for you is truly deep." The girl gently shook her head and spoke with a sense of helplessness.
She gasped heavily, the jar clattering against the floor with a sharp sound.
"What do you want to say?"
—You mother and daughter, you will never die peacefully, I curse you, to never die peacefully for eternity.
Yun Ya saw the hatred in her eyes clearly, and smiled indifferently.
"All of our tragedies originate from you, as the prime culprit, you not only lack any remorse, even now you remain stubbornly unrepentant. I can’t even be bothered to spare you any sympathy, but I won’t hate you, on the contrary, I must thank you for spurring me on, as a repayment, I will give you closure."
Yun Ya gave a faint smile and used her hand to seal the two openings on the jar.
Without any air holes, it would soon suffocate due to lack of air.
There was a commotion from inside the jar, the struggle before death was inevitable.
Yun Ya closed her eyes briefly, her heart filled with melancholy.
Until there was no sound coming from it, Yun Ya slowly released her hand, those eyes had already lost their luster.
Yun Shu, oh Yun Shu, scheming all your life, did you ever foresee your end?
No matter your many faults, we are still blood-related, the person is dead, all the grudges and hatred from when you were alive have already vanished with the wind, I give you a thin coffin, rest in peace.
May in your next life, you can guard your true nature, and not cause harm anymore.
Yun Ya hadn’t yet walked out of the room when she fainted.
Upon waking again, she was in a bedroom, the sunlight outside the window was bright, it was another beautiful day.
Yun Ya lifted the covers and got out of bed, walked out of the room, the sound of a spatula flipping in the kitchen could be heard, faintly mixed with a fragrant smell. Before she got close, she saw Zhang Huasheng carrying a plate coming out. He saw her and smiled: "You’re up, quickly wash up and come eat."
Yun Ya asked: "Where’s Brother Yan?"
Just at this moment, the door opened, the man walked in, saw Yun Ya, and hurried over.
"Is anything uncomfortable?"
Yun Ya shook her head with a smile: "Where did you go so early in the morning?"
Upon waking up in the morning, the cup beside was cold, he hadn’t come back all night.
"Had some matters to attend to." Yan Song held her hand and led her into the bathroom, Yun Ya didn’t ask more questions, and just saw him wring out a hot towel and gently wiped her face, Yun Ya took the towel, and couldn’t help but laugh: "It’s not like I don’t have hands, I can do it myself."
While she was wiping her face, Yan Song prepared a cup of warm water and squeezed toothpaste onto the toothbrush and handed it to her.
Everything was arranged just right for Yun Ya.
While she brushed her teeth, Yan Song took a comb, stood behind her, and slowly brushed her waterfall-like long hair.
Yun Ya only reached his shoulder, she could see in the mirror the man dropping his eyelashes, eyelashes thick and long, his face handsome and strong, his expression very focused.
Yun Ya slowly brushed her teeth, her eyes always fixed on the man in the mirror.
At this moment, she truly wished time could forever freeze.
Yan Song braided her hair into a braid, hanging down behind, and smiled: "How is it?"
Yun Ya touched it, frowned in disgust: "It’s so ugly."
Yan Song responded helplessly: "Looks like I need more practice."