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C1849 Wealthy Marriage 1776



C1849 Wealthy Marriage 1776

0"The Miss ran away again?" Ye Bo asked. The older Ye Shuimo was, the more extroverted she became. She was obviously still carrying Madam when she was young. She was still hiding behind the adult's back. Now, she was more lively.    

    

Sofia's eyes lit up when she saw him, "President Assistant Ye, yeah, who knows where you've run off to."    

    

Ye Bo thought for a while and went upstairs directly. He stopped in the room where Ye Miao was living when he was young. The door was unlocked, and when he pushed it open, a small shadow was there.    

    

"Why did I fall asleep here?" Sofia carefully entered and pulled up a blanket to cover her, "It's obvious that all the adults in Ye Family are very calm, yet Miss is so lively, truly."    

    

"That's good too." Ye Bo suddenly thought of his young wife. She was similar to Miss Shuimo, but after the marriage, she had become a lot calmer.    

    

"Right, what is that?" Ye Bo walked to the table and picked up a small bag. He opened it and took out a bottle of Cpb essence liquid. He took a look at the small bag and saw that it was filled with high-end cosmetics.    

    

Sofia said, "It was sent by Miss Au Xue. She said that she wanted to cultivate Miss's aesthetic sense."    

    

"Did Miss Au Xue come often?" he asked.    

    

Sofia shook her head. "Usually, Master Zimo will only come when he's not around. He'll leave his stuff behind and leave before he leaves. Young Master also doesn't want her to come into contact with Miss Shuimo."    

    

Ye Bo nodded. Since the Madam left, Ao Xue had come to Ye Family a few times more often than before, and as for her goal, everyone knew it very well. Whether it was to win Miss's favor or to take advantage of the weakness to impress the Young Master again, her goal was not achieved.    

    

Ye Chuqing just happened to be at home. She was very happy to see Ye Bo, so she insisted that he try out the new product.    

    

"Your wedding is in Chinese style, so I made some wedding cakes. See if you like the taste."    

    

"Thank you, Miss." Ye Bo was happy, but at the same time, he was also guilty, "Let xiaojie worry about it."    

    

Ye Chuqing interrupted him, "What are you talking about? You're an important family member of our Ye Family." She sincerely said, "Big Sister Mengjie is a good woman. Seeing that she has finally found happiness, I feel happy for her from the bottom of my heart."    

    

"I will give her happiness." Ye Bo slightly frowned, but he was still a bit worried.    

    

Ye Chuqing felt his mood fluctuate. "What's wrong?"    

    

"Actually, there's something wrong with Mengjie recently," Ye Bo tried his best to explain clearly, "She always likes to be in a daze and avoid my eyes. Furthermore, she has some insomnia and bad moods at times."    

    

As he counted the items, he started to panic. Not to mention that there was something wrong with his mind, it was simply too wrong.    

    

Ye Chuqing listened carefully and clapped her hands. "Big Sister Mengjie, could it be that you're afraid of marriage?"    

    

Premarital phobia?    

    

"It was the same situation before my marriage with Zhuoxuan," Ye Chuqing recalled. "I was worried that I couldn't give him happiness, worried that I wasn't outstanding and that he would regret it one day."    

    

Ye Bo frowned, "Why would she think that way?"    

    

"So this is a woman." She smiled, "Open your heart to her. Only you can solve this matter."    

    

Ye Bo thought about what Ye Chuqing said and decided to go home. There was no one at home, only a note.    

    

"Go out and buy some things. I'll be home in about an hour."    

    

At the cake shop, the shop assistant smiled at the customer who entered and said, "Welcome."    

    

Soong Mengjie nodded at her, then walked over to the freezer where the cake was kept and examined it.    

    

The door was pushed open again, and the waiter looked up with a smile. "Welcome."    

    

"Do you have any more Black Forest Cake?"    

    

"Do you have any more Black Forest Cake?"    

    

A deep and clear voice sounded at the same time. Soong Mengjieben turned around to look for the teller and saw Hai Zhuoxuan.    

    

"Why are you here?"    

    

"Why are you here?"    

    

The two of them spoke at the same time. They were stunned at the same time and then laughed.    

    

"Why didn't Ye Bo come with you?" Hai Zhuoxuan looked around.    

    

Soong Mengjie nodded. "That's right. He's been rather busy recently. You also like to eat Black Forest Cake?"    

    

"It's not me, it's Chu Qing. Recently, she wanted to improve her new dish and felt that the cake in this house was very good, so she had always wanted to take it back to study." Hai Zhuoxuan's eyes were filled with a dead love.    

    

She smiled and nodded, "So it's like this. I suddenly want to eat. Last time, I happened to eat it. I thought it was pretty good."    

    

The employee walked in front of the two and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry. The last cake was bought an hour ago."    

    

"It's alright, come back next time." Soong Mengjie smiled and walked out with Hai Zhuoxuan.    

    

"I'll send you back." Hai Zhuoxuan pointed at the car on the street.    

    

She shook her head, "This place is quite far from the Ye Family. You must have specifically come here to buy it.    

    

Hai Zhuoxuan didn't force her, so he stopped her taxi and wrote down the license plate number.    

    

"Still as meticulous as ever." Soong Mengjie laughed.    

    

Hai Zhuoxuan said, "He learned this from Ye Bo. Maybe you didn't notice it, but several times when you left in the car, he would write down the license plate number. A few times he even followed behind the taxi to take you home, but maybe you didn't notice."    

    

"I really don't know." Soong Mengjie was stunned.    

    

Hai Zhuoxuan opened the door for her. "Go back, he might already be looking for you."    

    

Soong Mengjie got into the car. Now, her heart was filled with warmth. Even though the weather was so cold, she felt warm inside.    

    

The window was knocked a few times. She rolled down the window and looked at Hai Zhuoxuan.    

    

Hai Zhuoxuan smiled. His eyes were full of sincerity and gentleness as he said, "Even though I have already said it, I will say it in my own name. Mengjie, I wish you happiness."    

    

In the apartment, Ye Bo looked at the time. An hour had passed, yet he still hadn't returned. He definitely went out to look for a bit.    

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The moment she opened the door, Soong Mengjie walked out of the elevator with her head lowered.    

    

"You want to go out?" she asked.    

    

"Not now." Looking at her absent-minded appearance, Ye Bo thought to himself, "Could this really be the pre-marriage syndrome that the Miss mentioned?"    

    

Soong Mengjie was stunned when she saw the Black Forest Cake on the table. The last cake had been bought by him.    

    

"You seem to like it. I bought one when I was passing by." Ye Bo's expression was unnatural. He obviously wasn't used to lying. Luckily, Soong Mengjie had her back to him.    

    

Before he could finish his sentence, he was hugged by Soong Mengjie, who was curled up in his embrace, holding him tightly.    

    

It really is pre-marriage syndrome, Ye Bo thought.    

    

"Mengjie." He led her to the sofa, his expression serious. "We need to talk."    

    

Soong Mengjie, who was still immersed in happiness, nodded and said, "Alright."    

    

"I'm very happy that I can marry you. I always thought that having too many emotions would affect my judgement, so I tried to stay calm. But meeting you, I'm grateful that I'm not calm. I like the way you affect me."    

    

He paused, his palms tightening, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. "It's like this for me, but what about you, what do you think of this marriage?"    

    

Soong Mengjie lowered her head. After a while, she said, "I'm a little afraid."    

    

He calmly asked, "Why?"    

    

"I don't think I'm a dedicated person. The Zhuoxuan that I liked at the beginning, then I liked Nianmo by myself. Sometimes, I worry that one day, I might fall in love with someone else and that would be harmful to you."    

    

She was too afraid to look at the person opposite her at all, so she let out a sigh of relief.    

    

Ye Bo said gently, "What else?"    

    

"Since you're so good, I'm afraid you'll regret it."    

    

"I regret it now."    

    

Upon hearing his words, Soong Mengjie abruptly raised her head. Her heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy blow, and tears almost flowed down her face.    

    

Ye Bo held her cheek and said, "I regret not loving you a little more, so that you would have more time to let your imagination run wild and have such unconfident thoughts."    

    

Soong Mengjie's tears moistened his palms. He leaned forward and kissed her, taking a small bite in retaliation. "What do you mean like someone else? You should worry as much as you want. Even if you fell in love with someone, I won't let you go."    

    

The voice paused, "No, I will become even better, so that you will only like me forever."    

    

"But I'm not sure I can be a good wife." Soong Mengjie was still hesitant.    

    

"There's still one month before we get married. Do you want to live together for a month before we get married?" Ye Bo said quietly.    

    

Living together for a month! Soong Mengjie was stunned. Ye Bo was conservative in principle, she couldn't imagine that he was the one who said those words.    

    

Ye Bo went close to her, "If you don't object, then we agree. Since we're going to live together, then let's do one of the things about living together first."    

    

She was so confused that she couldn't react. "What is it?" To cook? "    

    

"Pfft." Ye Bo couldn't help but laugh. What luck did he have to be able to find such a treasure?    

    

He nodded and surrounded them, "Yes, but not for food!"    

    

One month later    

    

Ding Yiyi hung a notice on the shop saying that she would be closed for a few days. After that, the backstage was almost bombed out. Some of the notice was directed at her, while others was directed at Ye Miao.    

    

Ye Miao had a course in school, so he didn't go. Ding Yiyi carried her luggage and stood at the door. "If you really don't want to go, then Mom will leave."    

    

"Take care." She didn't look back for the first time.    

    

Ding Yiyi purposely mumbled, "If you keep this up, Shuimo will be very upset."    

    

Ye Shuimo's figure, which was leaning against the sofa cushion, stiffened for a moment. Ye Shuimo was the woman he didn't want to get close to the most in his life.    

    

"Alright, I'll be going then." Ding Yiyi didn't force him and just left.    

    

When they arrived at the airport, she didn't wait long before successfully getting on the plane. She was still a bit excited. Although she couldn't see Ye Nianmo, she was very happy to be able to personally send her blessing.    

    

The plane took off, her ears ringing uncomfortably. Someone handed her a piece of gum.    

    

"Thank you." She took it and thanked him.    

    

It was a refined man wearing a pair of fine rimmed glasses. His eyes were filled with concern. "Are you feeling better?"    

    

"Much better, thank you." She smiled politely.    

    

The man was stunned for a moment. "Don't you know me?"    

    

"You are?" Ding Yiyi was sure that she had no impression of him.    

    

The man hid his surprise, "My name is Xue Zhaolin."    

    

Ding Yiyi stretched out her hand to shake his hand. She felt that she had seen this name somewhere before, and it was something recent as well. Where exactly was it?    

    

"Is there a friend at the Dongjiang City?" Xue Zhaolin's voice was so warm that it made people not hate him, but it also didn't make people feel suspicious.    

    


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