C2018 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1945
C2018 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1945
The driver looked much more relaxed now. He even dared to open the window to get some fresh air. It would be impossible if he was on the street. After driving a distance, the car stopped in front of an ordinary villa.
The yard of the villa was filled with vines and plants, and the whole house was shrouded in greenery, attracting a few glances from passersby.
Ye Miao received a call from his mother as soon as he got off the car. She sounded worried, and it was indeed because of the shooting incident a few days ago.
After a few words of consolation, the other party was finally able to relax a bit. He repeatedly reminded him not to run around, and then hung up the phone.
"Yiyi seems to be a competent mother."
He turned around. "Auntie Zhu Dan."
"Be good." Zhu Dan wanted to reach out to touch the child's head, but she remembered that Yixuan had once said that the child was very squeamish. Zhu Dan wanted to touch the child's head, but she remembered that Yixuan had once said that the child was very squeamish, so she held back.
Lee Yixuan was watching the military channel. He turned off the TV the moment he saw him. He stood up and said, "Great, we can finally eat. My position in this family is not as good as Miao's."
"Of course, Miao went to wash his hands. Why aren't you going?" Zhu Dan urged.
They sat down at the table. Zhu Dan even specially prepared a disposable chopsticks for Ye Miao. She put the chicken leg into Ye Miao's bowl as soon as she moved the chopsticks. "Try this."
"Thank you." Ye Miao thanked him politely, taking his time to eat.
Zhu Dan looked very satisfied. If her child hadn't lost his life, he would probably be a year old by now. She would buy him a cute cartoon chair and a meal bag. When it was time to eat, she would feed him.
She would teach the child etiquette, and when the child grew up, he would definitely be as polite and likeable as Miao. But ah, she had no fate with her child. If she couldn't get pregnant, then so be it, but if she got pregnant, then she wouldn't be able to hold him back!
If only she hadn't met Hai Ziyu before, her child would now obediently stay by her side. Her heart ached. She didn't even know that the child was a boy or a girl.
Lee Yixuan saw that she was staring at Ye Miao and her expression didn't seem right, so he guessed that she must be sad. Since the second child left, this kind of situation often happened, wanting to take her to see a therapist. But the other party was very against it, so he didn't dare to bring it up again.
"What are you looking at that child for? Aren't you looking at me well?" He smiled and changed the subject.
Zhu Dan also looked back at him with a faint smile. Although her expression was still strange, she finally shifted her gaze away.
"Oh, by the way, what have you been messing around with me recently? If it wasn't for Miao coming to our house to eat, I wouldn't even see you once a day."
Zhu Dan helped Ye Miao carry the soup while saying, "I've been analyzing the composition of a Chinese herbal medicine and I need to make a reagent. The higher ups attach great importance to it, so I asked several people to make it together."
The conversation finally got back on track. Lee Yixuan sighed to himself, when can his wife walk out of the shadows.
After 21: 00 PM, even though Zhu Dan tried to urge him to stay, Ye Miao still decided to go back.
Lee Yixuan sent the person to the door. His Uruk was not safe at night, so he was a bit worried, but he didn't say much. He only instructed that he must make a call immediately.
It was too late to make a phone call even if there was something on. Ye Miao did not say it out loud. He hesitated for a moment, but then said his concern, "Aunt Zhu Dan's mood isn't right."
If he wasn't mistaken, his eyes were wild and gloomy, and he always felt that the other party's emotions were unstable.
"Got it." Lee Yixuan was also worried that if he still couldn't adjust his mood after a period of time, he would forcefully bring him to see a therapist.
Ye Miao got on the car and slowly drove it onto the main road. As most of the street lamps on both sides of the road were smashed, it was very dark and he had to drive the car at a fast speed.
The driver was startled when something smashed into the roof of the car. He thought he had hit something.
Ye Miao looked up. On the balcony on the second floor of the building beside them, a group of men and women were standing there and spitting on the street.
"Fuck!"
Some shouted vulgarities and pointed their middle fingers at the car. The others laughed.
The driver was an Indian, and the family supported themselves on the job. They could not help cursing at the thought of the car being wrecked.
"Let's go." Ye Miao retracted his gaze. This kind of situation was too common in Uruk, but he strangely liked this place.
Rather than contending with the city's insolent beasts, he preferred such a rough and undisguised place. This was because in this place, the weak and hypocrites could not survive. The things that the people left behind would be their IQ, their fighting prowess, and their financial resources.
There was no light on the road back to the Manor, and the driver was driving more cautiously when the car lurched and he was forced to stop.
The driver got off the car to check, then quickly spoke to Ye Miao through the window dejectedly, "We got a flat tire, looks like we need to get the people from the manor to come and pull us."
He took out his phone, but just as he was about to make a call, he was pushed away. Ye Miao wanted to push him away, but he was a step too late.
The car door opened and a thick arm pulled him out of the car, slamming him against the window.
"Tsk tsk, let me see. I heard that President Ye threw an adopted child into Uruk, how pitiful."
Ye Miao's neck was heavily stuck. He looked at the people on the scene with the light of his car, but none of them recognized him. To be able to say such words, it meant that these people might have a grudge with Ye Family. Furthermore, based on their accent, they seemed to be speaking Chinese awkwardly, so they should be Korean or Japanese.
"Why aren't you speaking, you're a mute!" The man tightened his grip.
"What do you want?" No matter what, he couldn't escape tonight. He could only leave it to fate. His eyes quietly looked at the gun placed on the front passenger seat.
The person holding him by the neck was disappointed again, "He's not dumb."
Someone beside him reminded him, "It's better if we go back quickly. If Mr. Cui waits too long, he might get angry again."
Mr. Cui? It seems to be the mastermind behind this incident. These people had clearly brought their men with them. Although they would not kill him here, they would not be able to reap any benefits from a head-on clash. In short, they would not be able to escape.
The person holding Ye Miao's neck thought of how his boss was angry and felt that they couldn't drag it out any longer. He pushed the boy hard and gestured him to move forward.
Ye Miao looked down at the driver lying in a pool of blood and said lightly, "Call an ambulance for him first."
In order not to cause any trouble, he made an emergency call. After the call was hung up, he followed the directions given to him by the other party.
Due to Ye Miao's cooperation, the people behind him didn't make things difficult for him. They walked to the other side of the street, where a few unmarked black cars were parked.
The moment he got on the car, he was wrapped in a gunny sack. The car was shaking all the way, and he could still hear the sound of the drum behind the car. Ye Miao guessed that these people were probably going to bring him out of Uruk.
He staggered up the ladder. When he sat down, his hood was taken off. It really was a helicopter.
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"Hello, I'm Cui Jinghao, your dad and mom's business partner."
Ye Miao sized up the other person, "I don't think my parents' business standards are that bad."
"What do you mean?" Cui Jinghao was interested.
"A true merchant knows that when strong, they will soften. When weak, they will force themselves. And what you are doing now is clearly going against this logic."
Cui Jinghao laughed loudly, "Indeed, my job is indeed not as a merchant. Rumors have it that you were thrown into a place of your own by the Ye Family, don't you hate the people who adopted you?"
"Don't goad the child." Ye Miao guessed in his heart that even if his father was fine, why did his mother get involved this time? Just what was going on?
The other party laughed again, "You can tell that the child who tried to goad me into doing so is already not a child."
The conversation was over. The gate was closed and the helicopter flew away.
Ye Miao had guessed it right. This man called Cui Jinghao had brought him back to the country, left him at a shabby house by the dock, and then left.
When Cui Jinghao returned to the hotel, although he had caught a child that was adopted by Ye Family, he was not satisfied. Just by looking at where the child was staying, he knew that Ye Family would definitely not care that much, and did not have any reason to take revenge. He heard that Ye Nianmo had a girl with him, and it would be best if he could catch her since he was young.
Looking at the time, if the person who went to catch him succeeded was also on his way back, then he would call him on the spot.
The phone picked up very quickly. He asked in Korean again, but could only hear shallow breathing sounds. However, there was no voice. Thinking that the signal was bad, he asked again.
"Hello."
The fluent Chinese words startled him for a moment, and he subconsciously looked at his phone. That's right, he had dialed the right number.
The other party opened his mouth again, "Thank you for inviting my granddaughter. But she's still young, so she won't accept the invitation."
Cui Jinghao's face was covered in cold sweat. Listening to his tone, this person should have already retreated from the Ye Group and moved behind the scenes, pushing his Ye Group to the peak — — Ye Zimo.
In New Zealand, Ye Zimo hung up the phone, walked over to the person who was tied up and gave him her hand.
"Dad, it's a good thing we came to New Zealand to find you guys. Otherwise, Shuimo would have been captured by these people." Ye Chuqing glared at the person on the ground and wanted to step forward to kick him twice.
As they were walking along the road with Shuimo, the two of them barged in recklessly, hugged someone and got on the car to run. If it wasn't for their father sending someone to pick them up, they would have been forced to stop and the child would have been driven away.
"You're still not going to say who ordered it?" Hai Zhuoxuan was more worried about this point. To be able to harm a child, that proved that he had no bottom line.
Ye Zimo stomped on the back of the bound man's hand. The man cursed in Korean due to the pain.
He didn't get angry. He lit up the cigarette and directly burned the other party's lips with the cigarette butt. As he spoke, he said, "Take Chu Qing out."
Hai Zhuoxuan nodded silently and held his wife's arm as he walked out, waiting outside.
A shrill scream came from inside the house. He tightened his hold on his wife. Those people should know that Ye Nianmo didn't want to follow his ancestors' path, but his father-in-law was different.
This man was a true devil, and was completely cold-blooded when he was being ruthless.