1223: C1223 Married to a Rich Family 1151

C1223 Married to a Rich Family 1151

"That man doesn't look like a servant," the captain muttered.

When he thought about how that man could still read calmly after the plane encountered the airflow and how he could still jump with a parachute when he was forced to land, he felt that he wasn't an ordinary person.

Ding Yiyi didn't hear what she said. She only focused on searching, and when she got up, she was the only one left.

Hugging her thick wedding dress, she anxiously looked around. The grass behind her slightly moved. She approached with some doubts. Suddenly, the noise became louder, and the leaves in the bushes were shook off.

A horn poked out of the grass, and before she could react, a brown furred creature that looked like a camel and looked like a moose jumped to its feet.

Ding Yiyi's heart skipped a beat when she saw its tall stature. It could have been lying on the ground, so she quickly retreated, hugging the hem of her wedding dress as she ran.

How could she possibly outrun the animals behind her in her high heels? She was panicking, but she did not hear any anxious voice calling out to him.

One of her hands grabbed her arm at a slanted angle, while the other wrapped around her waist. Due to the inertia, Ding Yiyi suddenly fell to the side.

The expected pain didn't come. She hit her chest and the hand on her waist didn't let go. It was still firmly protecting her.

She was still breathing heavily. She looked nervous as she heard a faint voice above her head, "Don't be afraid. That's a moose. It eats grass."

Ye Nianmo? She raised her head in a sorry state, only to see that he was in an even more miserable state. His clothes were torn and his face was dirty. He was no longer the same noble young master he was before.

Her hand was still pressing down on his chest. The strong vibration coming from his chest stunned her, so she could only blush and prop herself up again.

Her nerves relaxed. She heard the sound of running water, and it was very close. She pushed open the trees and saw a coastline. Since there were very few tourists, the water was already pure to a greenish color.

"Let's go." He took her hand, ignoring her dress.

Ding Yiyi subconsciously struggled, but the grip on her wrist became a bit stronger. Ye Nianmo turned around with a trace of indifference on his face. It was as if the comforting her in a soft voice had never happened before.

"You're going to see her like this?" Ye Nianmo said lightly and ignored her reply, continuing to lead the way.

Ding Yiyi looked down at her tattered and dirty wedding dress and followed behind him in frustration.

After pushing through the thickets for a while, she noticed faint lines of blood on his arms. Upon closer inspection, she noticed a green, serrated plant along the road.

He had broken the plants in front of him with his hands, so he had made the wounds.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out in the end.

The water of Lake Baikal was crystal clear, like the magic mirror of a fairy, reflecting the image of two equally wretched people.

Her clothes were dirty and tattered, her hair was messy without any hint of beauty. Suddenly, she started to giggle.

Ye Nianmo glanced at her, "What are you laughing at?"

She held back her laughter as she shook her head. Suddenly, a hand wrapped around her neck and he whispered, "Don't move."

His tone was serious, and as expected, Ding Yiyi froze. Ye Nianmo grabbed a brown bug from her head. The bug jumped into the grass from his hand as soon as he let go.

The wind blew past and she took the opportunity to take a step back, asking, "Why are you here?"

Ye Nianmo didn't answer but looked into the distance. His fist, which was placed beside his body, suddenly tightened. If he didn't ask that, would she have become someone else's Mrs. Ye by the time she returned?

He didn't answer, and Ding Yiyi didn't ask any more questions. She patted the sand off of her body and said in a low voice, "I'm going back."

Holding the high heels in her hands, she walked back in silence, only to hear his low voice behind her, "I lost the ring."

She jerked her head back, so angry that she began to stutter, "Why did you throw away my ring! Do you think I can't marry him without my ring? You are too naive! "

After spouting out so much in one breath, she panted heavily while glaring at him. Strangely, after venting out her anger, there wasn't any particular anger in her heart. Instead, there was only a deep sense of regret.

"You bastard!" Still not satisfied, she added.

Ye Nianmo stood there like a statue, looking at the scenery along with the beautiful and mysterious Lake Baikal. Suddenly, he moved, took his hand out of his pocket and opened his palm towards her.

The wooden box was extremely exquisite. She stared blankly for a moment before quickly taking the box from his hands. Her palm felt sticky. She opened it up and found that there was some blood on the corner of the box.

She looked at him in surprise, but his expression was indifferent, as if he wasn't talking about the value of this matter. She suddenly became angry, screaming in her heart that no matter where he was hurt or bleeding, even if it was to protect this box, he still had to do it himself!

While she was doing mental research for herself, she was making her way towards the forest with great difficulty. The indifferent voice that seemed to look down upon everything sounded again from behind her, "We can only reach our destination if we follow the coastline."

When Ding Yiyi turned around, he was already heading toward the end of the coastline, so she had no choice but to follow.

The fine white sand under her feet was extremely disobedient. As long as she stepped on it, her feet would tilt to the side. Every step she took would waste a few steps of her strength.

Her face flushed, she couldn't help looking up at the man in front of her as if she were walking on flat ground. The sun cast its shadow on him, and she walked leisurely, each step as if she were stepping on sand instead of sand like her own.

Ding Yiyi could only look down at the sand beneath her feet as she struggled to walk forward. Suddenly, a big hand reached out to her without any warning.

The shadow of her shadow shrouded her face. She looked up and saw Ye Nianmo standing a few steps away. He didn't even turn his head. He just stretched out his hand.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, slightly thirsty. After walking for ten minutes, she had already expended too much energy, but seeing how calm and composed he was, she didn't want to admit defeat.

Holding his hand was like admitting defeat. She took a deep breath and walked past him without looking at him, ignoring the hand that could lead her forward.

She was even more tired. Her legs seemed to be filled with lead as she swung them back and forth mechanically. The sound of footsteps could be heard behind her as her slightly swaying right hand was firmly grasped by the person chasing after her.

She didn't want to easily admit defeat, so he didn't mind admitting defeat to her. Ye Nianmo held her hand and walked slowly, but he kept correcting her body so that she wouldn't stagger every step.

The two of them sped up until they could vaguely see the rest of the Ye Family. A maid hastily ran towards her. "Miss Ding Yiyi, I've finally found you."

She looked at Ye Nianmo in surprise and exclaimed, "Young Master!"

Ding Yiyi said apologetically, "I'm really sorry for making you all worry. Where's Chuyun? Is he in the camp?"

The maid was still immersed in the shock of the dirty young master. She only shook her head when she heard Ding Yiyi's words. "No, the young master said he would wait for you on the spot."

Ding Yiyi moved her fingers. She wanted to pull her hand away, but she found that the other person was holding her hand tightly. She looked at him with a determined gaze. "Let go."

He raised his other hand, but she was faster than him by a second. "If you knock me out and take me away, I swear I'll hate you for the rest of my life."

His life was too heavy. In the end, he lowered his hand and turned around. His voice trembled uncontrollably as he said, "Let's go."

The sound of footsteps gradually faded as he closed his eyes in pain. He was so heartbroken that he couldn't vent it out. When his chest was about to burst, he let out a low roar.

Ding Yiyi heard the growl and her body froze. Her face was also full of pain. As long as she turned around, she would be able to relieve her pain, but she chose to continue walking forward.

On the beach, the sun had already risen high in the sky, changing the hazy beauty of the morning. At this time, Baikal Lake was covered by the noon sun, and the winter sunshine didn't make anyone feel uncomfortable.

His lips were pale, the two lip s could not help but tremble, the push on Ao Xue just now exhausted all of his strength, and the heavy fall on the ground crushed all the bones in his body.

He waited for Ding Yiyi, thinking of Ao Xue. She should be dead by now, her body submerged in the beautiful bottom of Lake Baikal, then eaten up by some unknown fish.

The sound of footsteps came from behind him, but he only turned around in surprise.

Ding Yiyi had high heels in her hands, and her wedding dress had been cut one after the other. Her hair was in disarray, and the sweat on her face was making her exquisite makeup look messy.

She walked in front of him, wiped her face, and said somewhat sulkily, "If you dislike my dressing, then I …"

"So what?" Ye Chuyun looked at her with interest.2

Ding Yiyi was a little discouraged. "I'll go and tidy up a bit. Next time, I'll come back again."

He let out a deep laugh, and every shake of his head hurt. Soon, his headache caused his eyes to hurt, and his vision began to blur. He frowned and squinted, trying hard to see the woman in front of him clearly.

Perhaps it was due to her encounter with Ye Nianmo that she was unable to think deeply. Or perhaps it was because Ye Chuyun had hidden himself too well, Ding Yiyi did not notice Ye Chuyun's abnormality.

She walked slowly forward, and the rhythmic clapping of hands could be heard. The servants and doctors standing nearby patted everything they could get their hands on as they hummed the wedding march.

Ding Yiyi, who was wearing a torn wedding dress, walked up to him with a solemn expression, "Mr. Ye Chuyun."

He smiled in response, his eyes following her voice with a trace of emptiness.

"I am willing to marry Mr. Ye Chuyun as his wife." Whether it is good or bad, rich or poor, health or illness, happiness or sorrow, I will always be loyal to him. Mr. Ye Chuyun, would you like to marry Miss Ding Yiyi? "

She looked at him slyly, but there was still a trace of nervousness in her eyes. Her fists were clenched tightly, and the four water caltrops on the wooden box stung her soft palms.

"Being able to marry you is the happiest thing in my life."

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