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She enjoyed chatting with them, feeling that the troubles she had experienced were nothing significant. She didn't want to create any more mischief.
Just as she was about to ask a couple of questions, Nan Jing came looking for her. She wondered how this person had been so arrogant in the past, yet now seemed to have all the time in the world to pursue her.
Not wanting to endure the curious gazes of four parents, Yun Zhi Yue decided to drag Nan Jing away and quickly disappeared from sight.
Holding onto Nan Jing's arm, a gesture she often made, she could hear the teasing laughter of the parents behind her.
A llama with a thousand heads flew past her forehead—was it ever going to be alright?
Pulling Nan Jing out the door, Yun Zhi Yue immediately hopped into her own vehicle, showing no intention of acknowledging Nan Jing.
But Nan Jing was relentless and climbed into the passenger seat beside her.
“Get out, or I might have to shout harassment. When they come out, I’ll see where you put your face,” Yun Zhi Yue warned.
Nan Jing leaned over and kissed her on the lips: “Go ahead and shout; I really did it.”
“You shameless!” A hint of shyness flashed in Yun Zhi Yue's eyes as she pressed down on the accelerator and sped off.
Nan Jing fastened her seatbelt, a slight smile playing on her lips, satisfied with Yun Zhi Yue's reaction.
As for their progress in their relationship, if it could be measured by how much she valued her life, then judging by the slow but steady growth, it wasn't too bad.
The car stopped in front of an old-fashioned Jade Shop, a well-known establishment in the capital that specialized in carving precious jade stones.
With her father's birthday coming up soon, she had ordered a lucky ornament since he had a fondness for such things.
Her father was a regular here; Yun Zhi Yue had often accompanied Yun Fu when she was younger and was familiar with the owner.
Entering with ease, she called out, “Dong Shu, have you found time? Has my dad’s piece been carved yet?”
Nan Jing followed closely behind, showing no signs of unfamiliarity—she clearly was a frequent visitor as well.
A refined man with rough fingers emerged from the back room; he was slightly older than Yun Fu and could be considered a little old man by now.
“Yun Zhi Yue and Xiao Jing are here! Your dad’s piece is definitely prioritized by Dong Shu; there’s no need for you to rush him,” he said.
“But you must have spent quite a bit on this child; that piece of purple jade isn’t cheap,” he added.
Yun Zhi Yue smiled brightly: “Spending my dad’s money to buy him a gift? I don’t mind at all! Hehe.”
Dong Shu chuckled: “You’re just like your dad when he was young—so lively! Back when your dad left the Yun Family, he only took enough money for a plane ticket. I really wonder how he managed those years.”
Yun Zhi Yue was taken aback. "You mean my dad left the Yun Family?"
The old man realized he had let something slip and quickly turned to busy himself with other tasks. "Well, about Yun Zhi Yue, I still have some work to do. Next time I’ll call you to come and take a look."
Yun Zhi Yue wanted to ask more, but Nan Jing stopped her. "I’m sure my dad knows. I’ll ask him when I get back."
Yun Zhi Yue didn’t respond; she was just curious. After all, her father seemed gentle and refined, and the idea of him leaving home was hard to imagine.
The two of them walked out together, wandering aimlessly through the city, stopping wherever the scenery caught their eye.
On Tianjiang Bridge, Yun Zhi Yue leaned on the railing, gazing at the river below. She spread her arms wide, letting the moist breeze from the water sweep through her long hair.
Watching her figure, which appeared carefree yet somehow evoked a sense of heartache, Nan Jing suddenly asked, "Are you Yun Zhi Yue?"
Yun Zhi Yue smiled knowingly. "Well, yes. If you think I’ve changed, it’s because I’m growing up."
"Let me share a secret with you today. Do you know why I stopped calling you Jing Ge and switched to just your name?"
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