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0After the funeral, Ding Yiyi silently followed Ye Nianmo and bumped into his broad back. She looked up.    

    

Ye Nianmo didn't turn around, she could only see the side of his face with the extremely short sideburns and the corner of his lips.    

    

She waited patiently, waiting for him to speak, but in the end she said nothing.    

    

While waiting for the return trip, Ye Nianmo picked up the phone and went to handle some official business. She stood alone at the cemetery entrance, and after hearing the steady and steady footsteps, she subconsciously turned around, "Dad."    

    

Ye Zimo's face was haggard and her eyes had a deep greenish black color. She nodded silently and said, "Come here, I have something to say."    

    

As the breeze blew past, she stood there somewhat uneasily, "I'm very sorry for everything. I will make up for the debt that my father owes me."    

    

"How do I make it up?" Seeing the body of the person in front of her trembling, his eyes did not change, "Whether it is because your Ye Family is owed to you, or because you owe it to your Ye Family, it is already impossible to say."    

    

Ding Yiyi's heart felt as if it was being slashed by a knife. When she spoke again, her tone was extremely sour. "I owe Ye Family."    

    

They didn't give birth to a son for them, help the Ye Family pass on their generations, didn't do what a junior should have done, and let their grandmother encounter this kind of thing.    

    

Ye Zimo didn't bother looking at him anymore, but waved her hand, indicating that she could leave.    

    

She took a few steps, then turned around. He was still standing there. His back was bleak and desolate, carrying a sense of loneliness with it.    

    

On the way back, Mo Xiaojun asked to sit in the same car as Ding Yiyi and Ye Nianmo. Ding Yiyi's face instantly turned pale.    

    

Ye Nianmo pursed his lips and let Mo Xiaojun sit in the front passenger seat while Ding Yiyi and Hai Qingqing sat alone in the back.    

    

The atmosphere was awkward. No one spoke, only their heavy breathing.    

    

The car drove into the city center and stopped. Ye Nianmo said, "Yiyi, I'm going back to my house. You go home first."    

    

She blankly raised her head and nodded before getting out of the car. Then, she watched as the car sped away.    

    

Inside the car, Mo Xiaojun looked at the woman in the rearview mirror, "You shouldn't have married her."    

    

"Uncle, this is my marriage." Ye Nianmo turned a corner and gripped the steering wheel.    

    

Mo Xiaojun did not speak any further. After reaching Ye Family, he silently got off the car and walked into Ye Family Hall with Hai Qingqing supporting each other.    

    

Ye Nianmo did not follow him in. He turned off the engine, leaned back heavily on the seat and covered his tired eyes. He was not confident about what he would do in the future.    

    

What could he do to prevent her from getting hurt?    

    

Ding Family    

    

Ding Dacheng sat in the yard. Soong Mengjie called him a few times, but he acted as if he didn't hear her.    

    

"Uncle, it's time to eat." Soong Mengjie walked into the courtyard and called out to him.    

    

Only then did Ding Dacheng stand up as if he had just awoken from a dream, "Ok, sorry to trouble you."    

    

Soong Mengjie's heart also felt sad to see the current situation of a person who was once very enthusiastic.    

    

At the dining table, there was only silence, accompanied by the sound of chopsticks and bowls. Dong Qing said, "I just discovered that there were a lot of children's toys in the yard."    

    

Soong Mengjie casually received it, "Really? You still have it, Uncle Ding. When I was young, my parents didn't like me to play with these things, so I always moved to Yiyi's house to play with her. "    

    

Hearing this, Ding Dacheng was also a bit more spirited, "Yea, you two once played at the back of the school too late, and all the teachers in the school were looking for you. I thought you were kidnapped."    

    

"Yeah." Soong Mengjie lamented, "You hit Yiyi afterwards, right? She hasn't sat on a chair for three days."    

    

"Yeah, that was the first time I hit her with such a heavy hand. After hitting her, she didn't even cry. I cried first." Ding Dacheng carried his bowl. After so many years, she was already married.    

    

Dong Qing laughed. "It seems it really was an interesting childhood."    

    

"What are you talking about?" Ding Yiyi was a little surprised when she entered the door and saw Ding Dacheng, who had a smile on his face with great difficulty.    

    

Dong Qing turned her head, and her eyes lit up. "I was just saying that when you were young, you couldn't sit on a bench for three days even after being spanked on the butt."    

    

"Why did you suddenly say this?" Ding Yiyi blushed. "It's all because of that rotten grain of Chen Zhi. You should remember it well."    

    

Her stomach suddenly throbbed and her eyes bulged. She took a few steps back.    

    

"Yiyi." Ding Dacheng and the others hurried forward to help her sit down.    

    

"It's nothing, just a sudden stomachache." She forced a smile at them all.    

    

Soong Mengjie poured a glass of water and passed it to her. "You must be tired today."    

    

Ding Dacheng noticed that the atmosphere had frozen after he finished talking. He said, "I'm full, you guys continue eating."    

    

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Soong Mengjie was so regretful that her intestines turned green.    

    

The three of them were speechless. Breaking out of this situation was a long battle, and no one had expected what would happen in the future.    

    

Because they were worried about Ding Yiyi, Dong Qing and Soong Mengjie stayed for a while longer in the yard.    

    

Ding Yiyi watered the plants. Originally, these plants were Ding Dacheng's favorite plants. Since the incident, he didn't care about these anymore. Many of the plants' soil had cracked.    

    

Dong Qing stood beside her and watered a pot of Persian chrysanthemum. "Why isn't he accompanying you?"    

    

He was a little angry, "Why are you still here?"    

    

"He didn't leave me here." "He knows it makes me feel guilty and miserable to see him now. It's the way he loves me."    

    

Dongqing's body shook. She suddenly felt like an outsider; she couldn't see through the feelings between the two of them.    

    

"Thank you." Ding Yiyi continued to play with the Persian flowers with her head down. "No matter what."    

    

He stared at her slender and nimble hands and saw that she was gently stroking the dead leaves on his palm. His heart tightened as he said, "It's alright. If there's anything you can't say, come find me. I'll always be by your side."    

    

Outside the door, Soong Mengjie, who was getting ready to leave, quietly left.    

0

    

Returning home, after escaping from the heavy and desperate aura of Ye Family, she secretly breathed out. Looking at the horde of people, she suddenly wanted to see Ye Bo.    

    

How many people in the world like Dongqing, although deep love can not be obtained, and how many like Ding Yiyi, has received the most sincere love, but has to be troubled by the reality of complex family relations.    

    

Don't always find happiness in happiness, that was her only thought at the moment. The urge to see him was so strong that she turned her head sharply, almost bumped into the pedestrian, but continued to stride forward.    

    

Ye Bo pressed on the elevator and the whole building became quiet, as if it was supposed to be in the early morning.    

    

There will be three meetings tomorrow, and next week, there will be two business trips. He thought about his work plan for the next week.    

    

When he stepped out of the elevator and saw the person squatting on the floor, his eyes suddenly turned dark.    

    

Soong Mengjie was a bit sleepy. Feeling a strong pull on her arm, she took the chance to stand up. "Ye Bo."    

    

Ye Bo's heart ached with helplessness, but his tone did not reveal anything, "I said that I will work overtime today."    

    

"I know," she said. "I knew you'd be working late today and might be sleeping in the office. But I really wanted to see you, so I came."    

    

Seeing the tiredness under his eyes, she felt sorry for him. "I'm sorry, I knew you were tired."    

    

Ye Bo's gaze was heavy. He let go of her hand and opened the door, indicating for her to go in first.    

    

Soong Mengjie reached out to press the light switch, and a big, dry hand pressed down on the back of her hand.    

    

In the dark night, Ye Bo hugged her very tightly. His tensed nerves gradually relaxed, "I missed you a lot."    

    

It was unknown whether it was because she had pushed him down or because he had pushed her down, causing him to roll onto the cold floor and let her sit in his arms. It was also because of this position that their panting sounds became even louder.    

    

Soong Mengjie was already drowsy after the excitement had passed. He carried her to wash up, and was a bit annoyed that he wasn't able to control himself.    

    

Returning to the soft bed, Soong Mengjie pressed herself against the soft and comfortable pillow and was about to fall asleep when she heard the jingling sound of power beside her ears.    

    

Thinking that she had misheard him, she rolled her eyes and saw a key.    

    

Ye Bo put the key to the house into her palm, lowered his head and kissed, "Good night."    

    

Three months later    

    

In the Leisure Manor, the air was moist from the rain. Ding Yiyi sat on the reclining chair as she sent a message.    

    

"Dad, the food is already in the fridge, you have to be more careful."    

    

"Remember, don't push yourself to sleep even if you can't sleep."    

    

The text message returned quickly, with only the word "good".    

    

She put away her cell phone and sighed silently. Ever since her grandmother died, her father had never gone to their house, and only stayed inside the Ding Family Ancestral House. He also didn't have any spirit, so his sleep still wasn't good.    

    

The smell of chicken wings came from the tip of his nose. The phone in his hand was taken away and replaced with a disposable plate.    

    

The chicken wings were golden and exuded a rich fragrance. Ye Nianmo opened a can of beer and took a sip, "Try it?"    

    

"You can bake it?" She smiled as she picked it up and took a bite. "It's very delicious."    

    

Holding his wrist firmly, Ye Nianmo frowned, "You're too skinny." She stood up. "I'll go get some more."    

    

"I'll go too." Ding Yiyi carried the plate and walked with him to the center of the field.    

    

Ye Family, who was still talking, stopped talking for a moment when he saw her, especially Mo Xiaojun, who was living at home. He threw down the plate in his hand, "I'll go over and cook."    

    

Ding Yiyi had gotten used to his cold expression. Ye Nianmo, who was standing at the side, forcefully restrained his anger with a sullen face.    

    

"Let me roast something for everyone to eat." Ding Yiyi smiled as she picked up a bunch of leeks. "Who wants to eat roasted leeks?"    

    

Everyone did not say anything, Ye Chuqing and Hai Zhuoxuan looked at each other, Jiu Jiu was also present. Since Fu Fengyi's death, there was a period of time where she frequently went in and out of the Ye Family, so naturally she learned more or less about it from the Ye Family's servants.    

    

Fu Fengyi's death was related to Ding Family, so Ding Family caused Fu Fengyi's death.    

    

With such an awkward situation, coupled with the conflict between her daughter-in-law and Ding Yiyi, she had rather liked Little Girl before, but now she didn't know how to deal with it.    

    

"Bake it for me. Auntie, take a rest." Hai Ziyu broke the silence in time. Their generation did not have as much emotional entanglement as the previous generation, so it was easier to understand.    

    

Ding Yiyi forced a smile and passed the plate to her. "Thank you for your hard work."    

    

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.    

    

"I suddenly have something that I need to return to the company for. Yiyi, come with me." Ye Nianmo put his jacket on the back of his hand.    

    

At the door, Ye Nianmo ruffled her hair, "Wait for me to go to the garage to pick up the car."    

    

In the garage, a beautiful figure was waiting in front of Ye Nianmo's car.    

    

"Are you alright? I see that you don't look well."