1469: C1469 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1397

C1469 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1397

She hurriedly ran towards the dark room. When she pushed open the door, her eyes met the darkness. She didn't even want to take a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, so she directly turned on the light.

The wall of the dark room was filled with photos. These photos were the stuff of Edward's work and also the work that he was the most dissatisfied with. Even for the most unsatisfied works, he did not want to abandon them. Instead, he hung them up, placing them one by one on the wall. Just like that, there was a thick stack of them.

She looked around her, but nothing had moved. It was as if these things were rooted here, and no matter how old they were, they would always be there to confirm the passing of time.

On the other wall, Edward's favorite photos were gone. The brown wooden clip was lying empty on the rope like a lonely wind chime.

Is he gone? Didn't she just tell him and leave?

This kind of understanding made her at a loss. It suddenly made her unable to suppress the pain in her heart, making her unable to suppress it any longer.

She cried loudly, unrestrainedly, indulgently. Even Fat Cat, who passed by their window, was frightened by her crying. Her brown eyes stared at the human as if she was experiencing her emotions.

There was a noise from the attic, and then the sound of shoes on the floor. Edward was surprised to see her crying, "Emily?"

Ding Yiyi also saw him, but she couldn't hold back her tears and grief. She ran to him and hugged him tightly, her voice choked with sobs. "I thought you'd just left without a sound, and didn't give me a signal."

Her words and tears were the most powerful weapon in the world that could hurt him, and the fastest and best medicine in the world to heal him.

The loving Ha reached out his hand to pat her shoulder, and said in a gentle tone, "If there comes a day when I want to leave, I will definitely tell you. I won't secretly leave."

He pulled her to the sofa and pulled out a tissue to wipe away her tears, but as soon as he wiped them away, new sadness welled up in his eyes.

He sighed and suddenly leaned forward to kiss her eyes. Feeling the trembling and nervousness beneath her thin eyelids, he smiled and left, "I didn't leave again. What are you crying for?"

Ding Yiyi looked at him. She knew that she didn't want him to leave, so she asked again, "Can you answer a few of my questions?"

"Alright." "Yes," he promised.

"Are you really leaving because you want to work and don't want to be dragged down by me?"

"Yes."

"Is it because of Ye Nianmo?"

Edward was a little surprised. From her tone, it seemed that she had not read the contents of the notebook, but he still nodded, "Yes."

"Alright," Ding Yiyi stood up and wiped her tears away with her sleeve. Her white sleeve had turned transparent due to her tears. "Since it's because of your work, then you can leave. I will slowly get used to it."

She ran out of the room because she knew that if she stayed any longer she might say a lot of angry things and make a lot of confessions, that he would leave at once and that she would not be with him.

Edward didn't chase after her. He kept his posture of leaning slightly forward as he watched her disappear from his sight. Only after a long while did he straighten his body.

He sat on the sofa and calmly picked up the phone to call his assistant. "How's the follow-up?"

"Most of the work is done over there." The assistant did not understand. "Sir, why did you offer to go to Ebola this time? It is not necessary."

Edward's eyes were filled with determination. He answered, "No, it's very necessary."

After hanging up the phone, he began to feel irritated. He got up and walked around the room, walking to the windowsill and the staircase, then strode out with his coat in hand.

Ding Yiyi lowered her head and walked quickly. The flower boy passed her and called out, "Miss Emily."

She covered her eyes with a pack of tears and looked up, forcing a smile. "Huh?"

"What's the matter with you?" The flower seller hadn't seen her like this before, so he pulled out a sunflower from the basket and handed it to her, "Here, give it to you."

"Thank you." Ding Yiyi quickly lowered her head and took the sunflower, holding it against her chest. Only then did her depressed mood improve a little.

"Thank you!" She repeated herself again. She wanted to take the money, but found that she didn't have a wallet with her. She could only say, "Next time you come to my house, I'll make you some biscuits."

The child was very happy. "Alright, that's right. Elder Sister Emily, you have to be careful." The child seriously replied, "Recently, there has always been someone wandering around your house. It was a very fierce man."

Ding Yiyi was stunned. "Really?" The other party nodded his head, then he happily left on his bicycle.

After the child left, she did not think too much and continued walking with the sunflower in her hand. The sadness in her heart once again swept over.

It didn't take long for the clear sky to turn into a cloudy rain. The British liked to carry umbrellas with them, but their favorite was a black umbrella. Soon, black lights lit up on the street one after another like moving jellyfish.

Ding Yiyi was in a hurry, so she didn't want to bring an umbrella anymore. Surrounding her was a series of shops. She ran into a pink-decorated cake shop and used the canvas that stretched out to shelter her from the wind and the rain.

The rain was not heavy, splashing small splashes on the ground. The splashes left a deep imprint on her white shoes. Her toes moved, feeling the wetness.

Suddenly, the raindrops that had landed on her shoulders disappeared, as did the raindrops that had landed on her face. She raised her head to look at the umbrella above her head and the man beside her who had blocked out the wind and rain.

Before Ye Nianmo could say anything, the umbrella had been mercilessly pushed away.

Ding Yiyi walked quickly into the rain, allowing the cold rain to hit her again. When he first came in contact with the rainwater, his body first felt bone-chilling cold, and when the rainwater completely fused with his body, a special feeling of contentment rose again.

She walked quickly, her straight legs interlacing with each other. There were very few people on the street. Occasionally, there would be some who would take shelter from the rain, but they would also look curiously at the man walking in the rain behind her.

"Enough, you will catch a cold if you keep going on." Ye Nianmo only stopped her after she walked for a while. His body was completely drenched as well. The black suit clung to his solid body.

Ding Yiyi tried to shake him off but she couldn't. She could only repeat, "Let go."

The sound of the rain stopped her voice, but Ye Nianmo could understand the shape of her mouth. He frowned, "What happened?"

"Nothing happened," she said suddenly, her voice louder. "Why are you here to mess up my life? Is it that important?"

He frowned at her for a moment, then took a step closer. "If it was Ding Yiyi, she wouldn't let go of those memories," he said.

The sound of the rain gradually grew louder. He took out his phone and called out a photo, forcing her to look. "This person's name is Ye Chuyun. She loves you more than she loves herself. He's dead."

Then he turned to the next picture. "This is Qiu Bai. She's a good friend of yours. She's dead."

Ding Yiyi's eyes were burning red from the stimulation of the rain and tears. Her heart was filled with shock. Just what had she come into contact with in the past?

Ye Nianmo couldn't bear to provoke her anymore after seeing her expression. He put his phone away and said, "Escaping is always the stupidest thing to do."

He looked at her deeply and earnestly. "Even if you deny it, you're still you."

Behind the curtain of rain, his back was bleak and lonely. She stood there quietly, allowing the rain to completely surround her. She faced upwards to be baptized by the rain, causing her heart to sink even deeper.

In the hotel, Ye Bo looked at his watch, "Mr. Edward, Director Ye won't be back so soon. If you have any business, I can pass it on to you."

Edward's expression was serious, he had not relaxed his brows since he sat in the hotel lobby. Hearing his words, he also stood up, "Since that's the case, I'll leave first."

As soon as he left, Ye Nianmo walked into the hotel from the lobby. Ye Bo quickly followed.

At the door, he gave the waiter some tips and followed Ye Nianmo into the room.

In the room, the sound of running water could be heard in the bathroom. Not long later, Ye Nianmo walked out, dressed in a suit and leather shoes.

Wearing his watch, he asked, "How is the situation at home?"

"Mr Hai is in the process of being dealt with," Liu Tie paused for a moment, "Mr. Edward came to find you just now, but he left without leaving a single word behind."

Ye Nianmo paused for a moment, then said: "Got it."

Ye Bo knew the Young Master would need more than a month to return this time. He must have gone to talk to Ding Yiyi today, but he didn't expect it to be this embarrassing. He had a feeling something was going to happen, but he didn't know what it was.1

"Let's go." Ye Nianmo looked around and only softened his gaze when it landed on a corner of the room.

The night was destined to be a sleepless night for many people. Edward stood at the door of Ding Yiyi's room, feeling sad.

He loved her, of course he loved her. He had waited so long, searched so long for the right person. Ding Yiyi was the right person to him, but he didn't love her.

Even though he had done his best, even though Ding Yiyi couldn't remember the past anymore, but the power of fate had made her and Ye Nianmo get closer and closer. He could defeat others, but he didn't want to go against God's will.

Inside the room, Ding Yiyi sat at the table. Her face was hidden by the orange light, and her hand gently fiddled with the lock on the drawer. Her mind was clear.

That's right, both Edward and Ye Nianmo had seen it clearly. She was struggling because she didn't want to be Ding Yiyi. She was afraid that if she couldn't be Ding Yiyi, then she couldn't be Emily.

"Edward?" As she spoke softly, her lips curled up into a smile. To her, this foreign man was as important as family.

Family? She was shocked by her own thoughts. So habit and dependence did not necessarily give birth to love, but could also give birth to familial feelings?

She suddenly wanted to verify what had happened, so she walked out of the door to Edward's room. The room was very quiet, so Edward, who had a high desire for sleep quality, must be sleeping right now.

The hand on the doorknob turned slightly, and the door opened. The light from the corridor made her shadow grow longer and narrower as she entered the room.

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