Come here and squeeze my waist.

Ye Qingya's aunt is also a beautiful woman.

Despite her age, she still exudes charm.

"Please have a seat. I'll boil water and make tea."

"Qingya, you're about the same age as me, so let's drop the formalities. You can call me Aunt Ye, and I'll just call you Dongxu."

Aunt Ye warmly welcomed them.

"That's fine. Thank you, Aunt Ye."

Dongxu replied politely.

"Aunt, let me make the tea." Ye Qingya stood up and walked over.

"Sure, it's been a while since I had tea made by you."

"We're in for a treat today. Show us your skills."

Aunt Ye moved aside and took out a peach wood hairpin from the cabinet.

"Wait a moment, let me help you put up your hair."

Aunt Ye tidied Ye Qingya's waist-length black hair and effortlessly secured it with a hairpin.

Dongxu admired the sight.

With her hair up, Ye Qingya looked even more beautiful, giving off a refreshing and pure aura.

"Hahaha, Dongxu, you seem mesmerized. Isn't Qingya gorgeous?"

"Our Qingya has been beautiful since she was little."

"I just wonder who that brat will end up with in the future."

Aunt Ye laughed.

"Aunt, enough with the compliments. Do you have some snacks? Bring them over."

Ye Qingya shyly glanced at her aunt.

"Hahaha, you've had enough of my praises. I'll go get some snacks. You two chat."

"Don't listen to my aunt's nonsense. She's always like this." Ye Qingya explained to Dongxu.

"Well... She didn't say much. Anyway, I quite enjoy it," Dongxu teased.

As expected, he immediately received an annoyed look from Ye Qingya.

"You have no manners!"

After saying that, Ye Qingya smiled faintly, with a hint of playfulness, looking adorable.

"Have you seen a Tea Art performance?"

"No."

"Let me show you."

Ye Qingya skillfully performed each step.

After Aunt Ye brought the snacks, she became fascinated by Ye Qingya's tea artistry.

Throughout the process, no words were exchanged, for fear of disturbing her.

It was only when Ye Qingya used the tea leaves to draw Dongxu's face on the tea tray that Aunt Ye couldn't help but applaud.

"Amazing!" Dongxu was astonished.

He praised Ye Qingya's dexterity.

"Try the tea I made. Aunt's snacks are also exceptional."

Ye Qingya spoke shyly, like a young girl with a budding heart.

Dongxu didn't understand what had gotten into her.

Ever since Aunt Ye said a few words, Ye Qingya had been acting strange.

Dongxu took a sip but didn't find anything particularly special.

However, Aunt Ye had an intoxicated expression and praised it repeatedly.

Dongxu wasn't knowledgeable about tea, but he found it pleasant to sit together with them, enjoying the serene moment of tea tasting.

It was as if all the troubles had vanished.

"I have a guzheng. Would you like to play a piece to liven things up?" Aunt Ye said, acting like a parent during the New Year.

She continuously encouraged the children to perform their talents.

"Sure!" Ye Qingya didn't refuse and got up to go.

Yan Dongxu rarely heard this instrument being played. Ye Qingya's melody was gentle, and it made him feel sleepy.

Aunt Ye noticed that he lacked artistic sensibility and couldn't appreciate it.

"If you have time, you should learn more about this kind of knowledge. When two people are together, they should have some common topics, right?"

Aunt Ye's words directly left him speechless.

"Together? Aunt Ye is joking. We only just met today."

"No rush, no rush. It's only a matter of time. I'm good at judging people."

Yan Dongxu: "..."

After a song and drinking most of the tea, the remaining tea had turned cold.

"Qingya, why don't you take Dongxu out for a walk? The place here is quite big."

Aunt Ye started playing matchmaker, intentionally trying to bring them together.

Ye Qingya displayed the elegance of a young lady and politely extended an invitation.

Yan Dongxu didn't have anything else to do, so he decided to stay a little longer.

The two of them walked out of the house and strolled along the long corridor.

"Don't take Aunt Ye's words to heart. I don't have that kind of feeling for you."

"I've never brought a man here or taken one home, so Aunt Ye must be thinking too much."

Ye Qingya explained, afraid that Yan Dongxu would misunderstand.

"It's alright. Elders always hope for their children to settle down early. I understand your aunt."

Yan Dongxu suddenly felt a little disappointed. Perhaps he secretly hoped that this girl would like him.

"Understand? You're about the same age as me. How could you understand her?"

"You don't need to consider my feelings. If you want to leave, you can do so anytime. You don't have to worry about Aunt Ye's face."

Yan Dongxu said it didn't matter, "I quite like it here. Drinking tea and walking around here makes my heart calm. I'll come often in the future."

"Oh? Is that so? Will you come often even if I'm not here?" Ye Qingya asked with a smile.

"Well... the frequency might be a little less. Hahaha."

Yan Dongxu didn't hide it, indicating that if a beautiful girl was present, he would be more diligent.

"Alright, let's stop here. Your family has two beautiful ladies waiting for you. I'll return to Jing City tomorrow. I'll contact you if there's nothing else."

After walking for half an hour, Ye Qingya stopped and said.

Yan Dongxu agreed, and the two returned. He bid farewell to Aunt Ye and then left in his car.

Ye Qingya gave him a special feeling, as if she understood him well.

She was someone he could confide in.

After smoking a cigarette, he prepared himself mentally before going upstairs.

Leaving Bixuan Pavilion, his calm heart returned to its usual state.

He wondered how things were going between Sun Shiyun and Zhao Qingqing.

With the addition of De Shu, the veteran assassin, how could this family endure?

After finishing the cigarette, he carried his anxious heart and took the elevator upstairs.

Upon entering the house, he froze. The room was unusually quiet, with only Zhao Qingqing watching TV.

"Oh? You're back?" Zhao Qingqing turned around casually and greeted.

"Yeah, where are the others?" Yan Dongxu scanned the room again but didn't see Sun Shiyun and the others.

"They're gone."

"Gone?"

"Yes!"

"Where did they go?" Yan Dongxu asked curiously.

"Sun Shiyun asked me to buy plane tickets back to Jing City. She said everything is over there, and we need to go there to pack and move."

"Uncle De has something to do, so he probably won't be back until late," Zhao Qingqing replied casually.

"Oh..." Yan Dongxu let out a sigh of relief, releasing half of the burden he carried.

"Now that you're back, come and give me a waist massage. My old problem has been acting up again," Zhao Qingqing collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted.

"Huh? Massage... the waist?" Yan Dongxu swallowed nervously, feeling his heart race and becoming tense.