502: C502 Respect

C502 Respect

It's kind of like we're gonna have a fight with her.

Bai Youyou quickly retracted her gaze and sat on the sofa, waiting for Ye Mingchen to return.

Bai Wan was self-centered, selfish, and self-righteous. In her own world, the only one who had feelings was her husband, Ye Litao, who had been married for many years.

However, Ye Litao had suddenly died from a disaster. She had been sad for the past few days, and now she was better.

However, it was impossible for Ye Litao's death to not affect her at all. There were still some. However, it wasn't because she was sad that Ye Litao had died.

According to Bai Wan's condition, she should be in a state of insecurity and trying her best to prove that she had a position.

Without Ye Litao, Ye Mingchen's relationship with her was not that good. The Ye Family Group had nothing to do with her. She lived a luxurious life. In the past, she did not care where the money came from.

Now, she had to care about it.

Bai Youyou had a plan in her heart and slowly dissected Bai Wan.

According to Bai Wan's performance, she should have thought that the money under Ye Litao's name had all fallen into Ye Mingchen's hands, so she was confident.

However, that money should have fallen into the hands of Su Wangyu, the illegitimate child that Ye Mingchen had kept all this time.

Thinking of Su Wangyu, Bai Youyou narrowed her eyes. This was a huge disaster.

Ye Mingchen carried Xixi in. The child was tightly hugged. Ye Mingchen wore light grey sportswear. After entering the door, he changed his shoes and handed the child to Bai Youyou.

Bai Wan snorted and sat at the dining table. She sat up straight and impatiently looked towards the kitchen.

After a while, someone brought breakfast to the table. She frowned and sternly said, "Tell the chef to let him go. Breakfast is about to be made into Chinese food. What speed!"

The harsh words were neither loud nor soft. Bai Youyou's movements of teasing the child paused for a moment.

From the moment Bai Wan came out of the room, Nanny Wang asked what she wanted to eat. When the chef started to cook, it was only fifteen minutes.

What she wanted to eat was not a simple thing. She did not care about the name of the dish that sounded like a high class dish when she reported it. Now, she felt that it was too slow to serve the dish.

"You can leave after you finish eating. The chef is my family's. You don't have the right to resign. "

Ye Mingchen said indifferently. His handsome face was filled with coldness.

Bai Wan suddenly put down the knife and fork in her hand, and the sound of the tableware hitting each other made an ear-piercing sound.

Bai Youyou heard it and quickly looked at the child. She did not expect that Xixi was not scared but instead he laughed and his eyes curved into crescent moons.

"Hehe, hehe. . . "

The child's clear laughter sounded in the hall. Bai Wan looked at Bai Youyou with an extremely bad expression and stood up to face Ye Mingchen with a cold face.

She knew that Ye Mingchen did not like her and usually did not bump into him, so as to avoid exhausting the last bit of so-called familial love.

Bai Wan said sternly: "What do you mean by your home, Ye Mingchen? I am your mother and your home is my home. Can't I fire a servant?!"

Ye Mingchen opened his mouth to speak, but Xixi's laughter became louder and louder. It was a simple laugh, but it sounded like mockery to Bai Wan.

She glared at Bai Youyou, "What are you laughing at!"

"Are you still crying?" Bai Youyou looked up at her. "Xixi is just a child without a month. Don't ask too much from him. "

She was neither servile nor overbearing, and there was a coldness in her words that was similar to Ye Mingchen's.

Bai Wan was stunned for a moment and also felt that she was angry at the child. Looking at Ye Mingchen again, the more she looked, the angrier she felt and scolded. "You ingrate! I am your mother after all. I gave birth to you. . . I raised you. You don't remember my kindness at all. You have no respect when talking to me now!"1

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