1448: C1448 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1376

C1448 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1376

Ye Zimo was silent. There was a trace of pain in her sharp eyes. She had missed out on Xia Yihan for a long time and many things had happened between them. They had almost missed out.

"Nianmo, she doesn't remember you anymore. You're just tormenting yourself." Xia Yihan's voice was choked with sobs again. "It must be something I did wrong that caused you to suffer from all of this."

At this moment, Ye Zimo's eyes turned cold as she looked towards the staircase. "Who is it?!"

At the foot of the stairs, Ding Yiyi stood on the last step as she shook her head slightly. The rare good mood of the past few days had been completely shattered.

So all of this was planned by Ye Nianmo. What Japanese exhibition hall, it was probably to lure him over. What Xia Yihan, she was also invited by him, right? She was just a fool that foolishly entered a trap.

She turned and ran down the stairs, wanting only to get out of here and go back to England. There was the sound of steady footsteps behind her as she ran out of the gate and was caught by the arm.

"Listen to me, it's not what you think." Ye Nianmo's eyes turned cold before he could finish his sentence. He grabbed her hand that was about to swing towards him.

Ding Yiyi growled, "Isn't this fun? I already said that I'm not Ding Yiyi. What you're doing makes me hate you. You're just a nuisance!"

She said whatever she wanted to say. She felt that the other party's face was getting colder and colder. However, she did not care about it, and when she was excited, her words were mixed with English and Chinese.

Finally, the grip on her arm was strong enough that she had to stop talking and fight back with all her might. "What are you doing! "You're hurting me."

"Emily." Ye Nianmo suddenly opened his mouth and looked at her astonished eyes. He continued, "This exhibition was indeed organized by me to attract you, but I always wanted to attract Emily, not Ding Yiyi."

Ding Yiyi was a little confused. "What do you mean?"

He let go of her and took a step back to give her time to think before he continued, "If you are destined to never be able to think about the past, then there is only one way. Let's take a new path."

His gaze was focused and his tone was even gentler than the gentle spring wind, causing people to be unable to resist the urge to throw themselves into his sweetness.

"This is only your plan," Ding Yiyi said, stepping back, her eyes full of caution. "Don't think I'll fall for it."

She turned around, knowing that the man's eyes were on her, but she didn't look back.

Back at the hotel, she immediately called the airline, "Hello, I want to book the earliest flight to England, as soon as possible."

"I'm sorry miss, the weather in the UK has been very bad for the past two days. The flight has been temporarily delayed, but all we can do is inform you in time as soon as we have any flight information."

She hung up the phone in disappointment and threw herself under the blanket. However, she couldn't think of what Ye Nianmo had wanted to say just now, but didn't have the time to say it.

"Don't bother with that rotten guy anymore!" She looked up and shouted.

In the afternoon, when the airline called and said they could book a plane ticket the day after tomorrow, she was secretly delighted and immediately booked a ticket.

After putting down the phone, her severely damaged mood improved a little. She stood up and picked up her bathrobe, preparing to go soak in another hot spring before leaving.

When she stepped out of the door, she saw the waiter. She nodded towards the waiter, then walked towards the corridor while humming a song. However, she suddenly stopped when she turned the corner.

Was it that familiar smell? Was the man who saved him at the hot spring also nearby?

She hurriedly followed the faint scent of the man's perfume, but was stopped midway. The person pointed at the sign on the blue curtain and gestured for her to leave.

Through the open curtain, Ding Yiyi accidentally saw a man's naked chest. She immediately thought that she almost ran into the male bath.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm waiting outside." She quickly retreated, not wanting to miss her benefactor. She simply waited at the door.

People came in and out of the room as they looked curiously at this beautiful woman standing at the door. There were even many who threw flirtatious glances at her.

In a private hot spring box, a small raft was placed on top of a clear wine bottle. The raft floated on top of the warm spring water.

Ye Nianmo cried out for help alone. The dense smell of the hot spring had blurred his vision. Not long after that, he stood up, put on his bathrobe and walked out the door.

There were two tunnels outside of the door. One was for ordinary guests, and the other was for VIP guests. He walked towards the right, but stopped in front of a private hot spring room.

That day, she had found Ding Yiyi. This was a room for physiotherapy. The temperature of the hot spring water was much higher than other hot springs, so they couldn't soak in it for too long. Otherwise, they would be in danger of fainting.

That dumb woman rushed into the pond without knowing why. She even stayed in the water for an hour. No wonder she fainted from the heat.

At that time, he just happened to pass by and was still worried about whether Ding Yiyi would follow Xia Yihan's fame to Japan or not.

The moment he saw her, he knew he had won the bet again, that he had carried her into the room and made sure she was safe before he left.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted. The waiter beside him said, "This is a physiotherapy room. The temperature inside is very high. We can't stay inside for too long."

He was wholeheartedly introducing the hot spring to the guests, but for some reason, the guest just smiled, glanced at him, and then left.

The next day

Ding Yiyi came to the hot spring once again. Yesterday, she had waited two hours but had not seen her benefactor. She had asked the staff member and found out that there was another VIP entrance to the hot spring.

After waiting for an entire morning without any news, just as she was about to return to her room, she smelled a familiar smell. This time, the smell was even fainter, as if it would disappear at any time.

She chased him all the way to the hotel lobby, where she finally saw a figure get into a black car.

"Excuse me, but do you know where we are staying?" Ding Yiyi rushed to the front desk and asked.

The clerk at the front desk followed her movements and looked over. She smiled and said, "That gentleman has arrived a week earlier than you. He leaves early and returns late every day. He is a gentleman."

"Do you know where he went?" Ding Yiyi asked hastily.

The other looked at her strangely, but still shook her head politely. "I don't know."

Ding Yiyi hurried to chase after him and saw him at the end of the street. Due to the traffic jam, his benefactor's car was parked at the back.

"TAXI." She stopped a taxi, got in, and said, "Please follow that car."

The taxi driver was a Japanese man, so he couldn't understand her words at all. She could only constantly compare them, patting his back as she pointed at the black car in front of them.

The driver finally understood what was going on. He spoke in Japanese and chased after them.

Ding Yiyi saw that the car in front of her was moving smoothly. From the looks of it, it seemed to be a temple on the outskirts of the city.

Sure enough, the car stopped in front of the temple, and when she tried to see what the man looked like, the driver turned his head and asked her to pay.

When she paid the driver and got out of the car, he was nowhere to be seen. Even the car was gone.

She stepped into the temple. Since it was not a weekend, there were not many people in the temple. Only a few people surrounded a stove in the places where they added incense and prayed for blessings.

The surroundings were filled with women. Occasionally, a couple of foreign tourists would take pictures with their cameras while whispering to each other. No one knew what they were talking about.

She walked into the temple, beside which were sales of talismans and postcards. Stacks of postcards were spread on the table, but she couldn't find her benefactors, so she decided to bring some postcards back to Edward and his friends.

She chose very carefully, and not far away an old man, seeing that she had chosen it, hurried forward to help her with the packing.

He packed slowly, each movement like a slow-motion silent movie, as if he was too engrossed in the gift business to care whether the tourists were anxious to leave or not.

Ding Yiyi waited on the spot for a while. She could only wander around and saw a red book.

The red booklet was in the form of an open page, with a thick red hard plate on the front, and a yellow rope running through it. This was the list of names that every temple in Japan would have, and if you wanted to, you could leave your name on it.

She opened the latest page of the register. On it was written: "Zhang Peng, let's go." She sighed, turned another page, and froze.

On the second page, a vigorous writing appeared on the paper. Since the writing was done with a brush provided by the temple, one could still see the traces of reflection.0

He had come here, not long ago. Was it another scheme? She was so angry that her whole body trembled. With a loud "pa" sound, she closed the register in her hands, causing the old man to roll up his eyelids and look at her.

"Old grandpa, did this person come here before? What is he doing?" Ding Yiyi didn't want to sit still and wait for death. She wanted to know what tricks Ye Nianmo was planning this time.

The old man raised his head and looked at her once more. Then, his eyes shifted to the list as he slowly said, "I don't remember."

Walking out of the temple, the air was still as beautiful as before. That wave of tourists that liked to take pictures had already disappeared without a trace. She stood on the doorstep of the temple with a blank expression on her face.

When she couldn't find her benefactor, she was a little depressed. Just as she was about to sit down, she was frightened by a huge rat.

The mouse did not recognize her and did not run away when it touched her feet. Instead, it sniffed around, and when it was halfway to the ground, its thick tail smacked against the ground. In a short while, several grey haired mice came running out from another pillar.

The little mouse quickly followed its mother and ran off into the distance. It didn't care about its siblings at all. Occasionally, there would be a stampede.

Ding Yiyi watched the family leave her line of sight before stepping into the car on the way back.

As soon as she returned to the hotel lobby, she was stopped by the girl who was chatting with her in the morning. The girl was in a good mood and said with a smile, "The gentleman you called today is back, just before you."

"He's back? "Where did you go?" Ding Yiyi asked hastily, thinking that she must thank her benefactor before she left.

Following the shop assistant's instructions, she ran to catch up with him. Finally, she saw the man's figure at the corner. The man was still wearing the traditional Japanese men's clothes, and his wide sleeves swept around the corner.

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