1447: C1447 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1375

C1447 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1375

Although Ding Yiyi felt it was a little strange to be so enthusiastic about meeting someone for the first time, she still obediently agreed. "Thank you, Teacher Xia."

Xia Yihan waited until she couldn't see the light of Ding Yiyi's car before she closed the door and walked towards a side street.

She walked slowly, one step at a time, following the moonlight. Occasionally, the roseflowers blooming on either side of the road would trip her skirt, as if they wanted to keep her.

The two-story building was the only one other than the pavilion. The second floor was entirely made up of transparent glass, and a man stood in front of the French windows, his gaze never leaving the area.

Xia Yihan pushed the door open and walked slowly to his side. "Maybe this is God's will. God wants to give her a new life."

"I don't mind if she wants a new beginning, but her new life force must have me." Ye Nianmo said lightly. His gaze once again turned towards the direction Ding Yiyi left in.

In front of the hotel, Ding Yiyi thanked the driver and was stopped just as she entered the lobby. "Are you a guest of Room 201?"

"Yes, what is it?" Ding Yiyi walked up to the counter and asked.

"There is a gentleman who has been looking for you. He said that he hopes that you can call him when you return." The counter staff said.

Ding Yiyi slapped her forehead and ran into the room. As soon as she entered, she picked up her phone without putting down her schoolbag.

The phone only rang once before being answered. Edward's voice was as serious as it ever was, "Where did he go?"

"I saw Xia Yihan in the exhibition hall. She was talking to me and even showed me those beautiful jewelry." Ding Yiyi said happily while lying on the bed. After a while, she felt a little embarrassed and said, "Edward, I'm sorry. You must be worried about me."

"Wait a moment." Edward's voice suddenly sounded, followed by the business of him leaving his seat. Faintly, intermittent sounds could be heard.

In the castle, Edward was holding the receiver, "Thank you. Sorry for disturbing you today. The people I care about have returned."

The other seemed to be saying something, but there wasn't much blame in her tone. On the contrary, she was happy to serve the family.

"Thank you. The people of England are very lucky to have your protection." Edward hung up the phone and stood at the window for a while before returning to his desk.

When Ding Yiyi heard his voice, she immediately replied, "I was wrong."

"Where was the mistake?" Edward's tone was not as sharp as before and returned to his usual seriousness.

She said honestly, "I shouldn't have called you when it's time to be worried."

"Yiyi," Edward suddenly called out to her. After pausing for a moment, he said, "Do you still remember that kiss?"

She was stunned. "I remember." Although she said that, her tone was clearly lacking. In fact, she had long forgotten about it.

Edward didn't say anything else. He just replied with a few words of advice and hung up the phone.

There were people singing the national anthem of Japan outside the window. Ding Yiyi ran to the balcony and watched a group of children in school uniforms running past. They were singing the national anthem loudly with faces brimming with youth.

Xia Yihan's show had been going on for three days, and during those three days, every night, Ding Yiyi had gone to the gallery, where Xia Yihan had always been waiting for her.

On the third day, the last day of the exhibition, Ding Yiyi finally mustered her courage and asked, "Teacher Xia, why are you being so nice to me?"

Xia Yihan was slightly taken aback. "Because you're special."

"Special?" Ding Yiyi mulled over what she meant, but didn't know what she meant.

At that moment, a man walked in from outside. He was wearing a black suit, and his hair was neatly combed. Although there were fine lines at the corners of his eyes, his eyes were still as sharp as before.

Ye Nianmo? Ding Yiyi said in shock, but she quickly came back to her senses. No, that person wasn't Ye Nianmo.

The man walked in front of Xia Yihan and wrapped his arm around her waist. Only then did his expression soften a little.

Looking at Xia Yihan snuggling close to him like a lovable bird, Ding Yiyi suddenly felt a little envious. This must be the feeling when she found someone she loved. Seeing him like this filled her heart with joy.

"I've been very happy these past few days, but I'm leaving tomorrow." Xia Yihan snuggled up to Ye Zimo and looked at Ding Yiyi lovingly.

She was shocked when Ye Nianmo told her about it. She also thought that it was a bad time, but she didn't expect to come into contact with him. She realized that the person in front of her had indeed forgotten everything.

"Yiyi." Her lips quivered as she tried to make one last effort. Ao Xue was already dead. Ding Yiyi had finally managed to save her life, but such a thing had happened. How was she going to explain it to Xu Haorann?

With the strength in her waist increased, Ye Zimo looked at Ding Yiyi and asked, "Are you happy?"

Ding Yiyi was stunned for a moment, but still nodded honestly. "I'm very happy."

He nodded and led Xia Yihan by the arm towards the door, quickly disappearing into the night.

When Ding Yiyi returned to the hotel, she kept thinking about what the man had said to her as he left. "Is she happy?"

She didn't need to work. Edward was very concerned about her, so she could do whatever she wanted. She didn't have to worry about money, so she might fall in love with someone in the future. Was she happy?

She told Edward everything, and he told her in a flat tone, "You're not sure if you're happy or not because you think you can't hold on to happiness."

"Don't think too much, I'll always be by your side." Edward changed the topic, "When do you plan to return to England?"

Ding Yiyi cleared her mind and replied, "The exhibition is over. I intend to return to England in two days. "

Edward, who was on the other end of the phone, did not say anything. As usual, he just said a few words of exhortation before hanging up.

All night long, Ding Yiyi had been thinking about what the man had asked her, about when she had fallen asleep.

Early in the morning, rain began to fall from the window that had not been closed. The gentle breeze carried the leaves into the room and they landed on the bed.

Ding Yiyi woke up from the cold and looked out of the window in a daze. It was only when she felt the cold sensation on the tip of her nose that she came back to her senses.

She suddenly began to miss the streets of England. Whenever it rained, the leaves of the wutong would be soaked, making pitter-patter sounds, and occasionally the rain would even fall into the puddles on the ground.

The English rain was romantic, as if urging lovers to hurry to the streets after the rain, while the Japanese rain was calm and rational, letting people open their hearts.

She lowered her head and saw a green leaf colliding with the water bamboo. The dark green and light green mixed together, bringing about a beautiful visual impact.

Her fingers moved nervously on the windowsill. She flew back into her room and opened the drawer with excitement, finding a pen and paper inside.

His fingers fluttered on the paper as if he was born to draw. The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and more and more drizzles were coming into the room. The sound of the rain entered his ears, and his fingers became hotter as they danced rapidly.

Finally, the speed in her hand slowed down until she finally stopped and a small ring emerged from the paper.

That ring was incomparable to any of the ones she had seen at the exhibition. The lines were not beautiful enough, and the design was very stiff. The leaf-shaped veins of the ring looked somewhat ugly.

She clutched her chest, feeling the throbbing excitement in her chest, and the breeze blew into the room again, this time rolling up the papers on her desk.

"I'm happy." She stood up and ran to the window. Taking a deep breath, she shouted, "I'm really very happy right now!"

The bird who had been perched on the tree to avoid the rain flew towards the eaves in panic. A few leaves seemed to have hit the tree and fell into the soil. Soon, the rain had smashed into the soft soil.

Seeming to feel that it wasn't enough, she shouted again and excitedly ran to the wardrobe to pick out her clothes. She already wanted to look for Xia Yihan and beg her to accept her as her disciple.

By the time she reached the pavilion, the rain had stopped, and the air smelled of dirt. The steps were wet, as if water would seep out of the soles of her feet if she didn't step on them.

She walked quickly along the familiar path, hoping to see Xia Yihan in the exhibition hall, or the workers who were carrying the jewelry. She only needed to ask for Xia Yihan's contact number.

The door to the exhibition hall was not closed yet. Delighted, she quickened her pace and ran towards the door. She even almost slipped due to the slippery ground.

When she reached the exhibition hall, she was disappointed. The empty hall only had the polished counters and a few random chairs. The bright and beautiful jewelry and Xia Yihan were all gone.0

She couldn't help but feel disappointed. She looked around before slowly walking out of the door.

The air outside the exhibition hall was still very fresh. The daisies planted on both sides of the hall shook off the dew on their bodies and slightly swayed their tender yellow skirts towards her.

She was disappointed and didn't want to go back to the hotel. She chose a small path and walked down it. At the end of the path, she saw a two-story building.

The window design on the second floor made her take a glance at it, but it made her feel so disappointed that she was able to revive. Wasn't the person who was standing by the window and playing the violin Xia Yihan?

She excitedly ran to the two-story building, and only when she reached the door did she discover that the door wasn't locked. The melodious music could still be heard.

"May I come in?" She waited at the door for a moment, but she did not hear him. After some thought, she walked in.

A long staircase led to the second floor. She had barely taken a few steps when she heard a familiar voice.

"Nianmo, I'm leaving soon. How about you come with me?" Xia Yihan spoke out the decision she had been thinking about all night.

Ye Nianmo poured the Da Hong Pao into a tea bowl, picked up the kettle and said, "I won't leave."

"Nonsense!" The company doesn't care? " Ye Zimo was slightly angry as she slammed the table.

Ye Nianmo only lifted his eyelids a little. Then, he continued to pour the tea into the three teacups one by one happily. After that, he picked up the teacups clearly with a pair of tweezers and said, "What would you have done if it was you?"

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