The servant nodded.
“Does Yan Ye have a disorderly private life?”
Lian Xinying truly felt uneasy.
Upon hearing this question, the servant had a somewhat strange expression, “At least I haven’t seen him bring any women back.”
“Then he must have his fun outside before coming back,” Lian Xinying said with conviction and then lowered her head to start eating.
Footsteps approached from not far away.
Lian Xinying naturally turned her head and saw Yan Ye’s enchanting face.
He was wearing a white home attire, with hair still damp, it seemed he had just taken a bath.
After bathing, his skin was a good-looking pink, his complexion rosy, making him even more handsome.
Only, those eyes were too sharp.
“You’ve only been staying here for two days and you’re already inquiring about my private life.
Since you’re so interested, why not ask me directly!” his husky voice came through.
What could a servant know.
Even if they knew something, they would never dare to speak carelessly.
In Yan Ye’s tone was an intimidating threat.
Lian Xinying kept her head down, not daring to look at him.
She silently continued eating, pretending that nothing had happened.
After ten minutes, he put down his chopsticks first.
“My private life is especially chaotic,” his serious tone almost made Lian Xinying believe him.
She lifted her eyes and stared at him steadily.
He leisurely dabbed his mouth with a napkin, his composure and ease made her doubt the truthfulness of his words.
“It seems you don’t know much about Yan Ye.
You should go out and inquire about who Yan Ye really is.”
Yan Ye scoffed and stood up.
He walked over to the bar and picked up a bottle of red wine.
“Who you are has nothing to do with me.
Once I make enough money, I will leave this place,” Lian Xinying said to his imposing figure.
“You think you can just come and go as you please in my house as if it’s a shelter?” He turned around, holding a wine glass, the liquid inside as red and enticing as his stunning facial features.
“When the time comes, I will compensate you for the rent.”
“With what will you compensate?”
“With money, of course.”
“Do you think I lack money?”
“Then what do you want as compensation?”
“What do you think?”
…
Lian Xinying’s face flushed with embarrassment as she ran upstairs.
With a ‘bang,’ she shut the door.
In her mind were his dark and profound eyes, as if he could see through everything, damn it!
She hated the feeling of being controlled by him.
Back in her room, she saw the birthday gift her father had sent her on the bed.
The content of the letter was not brief, but its meaning was singular, expressing his love and apologies for her.
The last line was, hoping the music box could accompany her in his stead.
Lian Xinying put away the letter and the music box, placed them in her suitcase, then lay on the bed lost in thought.
She wanted to do something for her father, but she could hardly take care of herself now, let alone reverse his case?
What was most urgent now was to successfully get into university.
To attend the school she had chosen, she had to earn her tuition first, so she could make that damn Yan Ye change her volunteered course.
If she were a normal student now, using the summer vacation to find part-time work wouldn’t be hard, but at present, after her father’s incident, everyone shunned her, making earning enough for tuition as hard as climbing to heaven.
Was she going to compromise and attend the art academy?
She was unaware when the door had opened, but as he walked to her bed like a specter, only then did she notice.