1603: C1603 Wealthy Marriage 1530

C1603 Wealthy Marriage 1530

She screamed, but no one answered her, only the sound of the lock closing, then footsteps, and finally no sound at all.

Ye Family

"Buddha, I chose to make this decision here because I don't want to hide it from you. Let me go to hell, I only hope that my Ye Family children can live a peaceful life, and my Ye Family will prosper." Fu Fengyi stood in the buddhist hall and bowed her head sincerely in front of the Buddha statue.

After she finished speaking, she recited another scripture before walking out of the buddhist hall. If a person didn't eat or drink, their lifespan would be seven days, and if she were to leave in seven days, that could be considered as returning her life to Ding Yiyi.

Having made up her mind, she felt a lot more at ease. She asked the butler to call the lawyer.

"All of my inheritance, including mine, will go to Ziyu, but I want to note that no matter who she marries in the future, she will have the ownership of this inheritance and her husband will not be able to control it."

As the lawyer typed, he nodded that he had made a note and she could continue. Fu Fengyi caressed the buddhist beads with her hand. The surface of the beads had become very smooth and was suffused with light. "Give the remaining five points to my grandson Ye Nianmo, then the remaining one point to Ding Yiyi's family."

The lawyer finished recording everything and nodded to her. "Yes, madame."

Fu Fengyi stood up and walked to the window. Looking down from the window, she was able to see everything that was happening in the garden.

Hai Ziyu was playing in the garden. She was wearing a pink dress, and her cheeks were already beautiful.

The two servants were always by her side, watching her every move. Suddenly, Hai Ziyu fell down as she was running. Not only the two servants, but even Fu Fengyi was terrified.

She hurriedly rushed out the door. Her decision to live made her want to protect him. Her usually slow body was actually walking like flying.

"Ziyu, my darling granddaughter." When she reached the main hall, she did not feel tired. She hurried to the garden, and when she saw Hai Ziyu, she pulled her into her arms.

Although Hai Ziyu and Fu Fengyi's relationship wasn't as good as Ye Chuqing and Ding Yiyi, it was still pretty good. Now that they were in each other's arms, she was obedient.

"Where did you fall?" Fu Fengyi released her and looked at the injury on her knee with concern. Fortunately, she had only scratched a little and rubbed some grass on it.

Fu Fengyi instructed the servant, "Go get some disinfectant and don't leave any scars." She held Hai Ziyu's hand and walked into the pavilion. She wanted to personally carry Hai Ziyu to her seat, but she still didn't have enough physical strength.

A servant hurried over, placed the child in the middle of her seat, and then retreated a few steps, trying not to disturb the two.

Hai Ziyu obediently stayed by her side. Usually, Fu Fengyi was very strict with her so that she could become a lady of a noble family. In the future, she could find someone who truly loved her.

Fu Fengyi suddenly realized that the two of them didn't have much to say, so she asked, "Ziyu, did you play the piano?"

"No, the teacher said he would be a bit late." There was a hint of nervousness in Hai Ziyu's eyes as she obediently responded to her great-grandmother.

Fu Fengyi normally wouldn't notice this point of nervousness, but perhaps she felt that time was running out. She keenly caught her granddaughter's urgent and unwilling gaze. "You don't like the piano?"

Hai Ziyu bit her lip. Her mother had told her that no matter what her grandma said, she had to obey her grandma's orders. Since her grandma was already very old and couldn't accompany everyone for many years, she couldn't be angry with her.

"Don't worry, Ziyu. Grandmother wants to hear what Ziyu thinks. Can the two of us be friends?" Fu Fengyi guided them patiently.

Hai Ziyu thought for a moment. "I don't like it."

"So what does Ziyu like?" Lili asked gently, touching Hai Ziyu's black hair with a bark-like hand.

Hai Zi lowered her head to look at the butterfly knot on her pink dress. She reached out her hand to stroke it for a while and said, "Sing, I want to sing."

"Sing." Fu Fengyi was worried. Singing was like playing a play, how could their precious great-grandson from Ye Family sing like that? It was too unsightly for her to appear in public like this.

Children were always sensitive. They could easily detect the psychological changes of adults. Hai Ziyu lowered her head even more and sat up straight.

Hai Ziyu wanted to tell her great-granddaughter to give up on this idea, but when she thought about it again, she realized she was just like an old woman who was about to die.

Her gaze softened as she reached out her hand to help straighten the wrinkles on Hai Ziyu's skirt. "Child, why do you like to sing? Can you tell Grandma Ceng?"

Hai Ziyu nodded, but didn't say anything. She just repeated, "I like it."1

Fu Fengyi burst into laughter. The loose wrinkles on her face were pulled apart as he moved. The servants behind her were staring at him. Since when was the madame in such a good mood? What kind of wind is it today?

"Good boy." Fu Fengyi said benevolently, "Ye Family cannot help you decide your dream, but Ye Family can help you realize it. Do it, Grandmother will not stop you this time." She paused for a moment before continuing, "However, child, grandma wants you to remember that no matter what you want to do, you only have one principle. Do not harm your family members because of anyone."

Her gaze returned to its previous sternness, and her grandmother, who insisted that Hai Ziyu learn to play the piano, showed an attitude that there was no room for negotiation.

Hai Ziyu didn't know what she was talking about. She was very smart, but she clearly couldn't understand this famous saying that had decades of experience in life. However, she still nodded her head wisely, just like how her grandma had told her many times to do something she didn't want to do.

The sunshine was just right. The wind blew through the flowers and trees in the garden, blowing behind the grandfather-grandson duo who sat snuggled against each other. Although one of their backs was very straight, it was still slightly withered while the other small figure was protected in his arms.

The voice was melodious. Fu Fengyi sang a nursery rhyme she had sung to Ye Zimo as a child, "Ducks swim, swim, where they want to go, where they want to go. Those are his children, Mother Duck said. They want to go to the distance of happiness, the distance of happiness."

She gently patted her great-grandson's back. Her eyes were distant and filled with the vicissitudes of life. Hai Ziyu, who was beside her, had already fallen asleep quietly.

"Take her away." She whispered an order, and a servant immediately went up to carry Hai Ziyu in his arms.

In the cycle of reincarnation, there will always be people who die, and there will always be people who are reborn. The people who die don't need to be too sad, because the people who live will remember you, remember your voice, your smile, and what you said.

It was only when Hai Ziyu was carried away that she turned her gaze back to him. The aftereffects of his hasty descent seemed to have appeared all at once.

She felt that it was difficult for her to breathe, and her hands and feet were in extreme pain, especially in the position of her knees. She felt that it was difficult for her to breathe, and her hands and feet were in extreme pain, especially in the position of her knees.

Despite the pain, it was clear that she wasn't ready to finish her day's journey. Her interactions with Hai Ziyu had aroused all the remaining passion in her body.

She rested for a while, then walked towards a building in the corner of the garden. The servant had already left with the child in his arms. She didn't care that no one was by her side.

At the far end of the garden was a glass-fronted building that looked like a small playground through the transparent glass. Any kind of flower could be found here. If the biologist had seen it, he would have spent a lot of money to buy some of the flowers here. That was because even in the entire world, there weren't many valuable flowers left.

However, these precious varieties now stayed with all the common flowers, which served to set off a woman in the room.

Ding Yiyi stood in the middle of the hundred flowers in front of a large table. On the table were a dozen different types of gems, one of which she wanted to pick out and place in her newly designed bracelet.

She was very serious, and did not recover until the bell in the parlour rang three or four times. Who would come looking for her at this time of day? Although he felt disturbed, he still pressed a red button on the table.

After the red button was pressed, the two thick glass doors of the greenhouse automatically opened on both sides. When the person who came in walked in, they automatically closed the door.

"Mom!" Xia Yihan quickly put down her work and walked forward, proactively supporting her by the arm, helping her to avoid the surrounding flowers and plants, "Did you come here alone? "Why didn't you let the servant follow you?"

Fu Fengyi was indeed a little tired. She sat on the chair and calmed herself down for a while. When she felt that she was no longer panting, she opened her mouth and said, "Nothing serious. I just wanted to chat with you today."

Xia Yihan brought another small rattan chair and sat beside her. She stretched out her hand and grabbed her dry hands. She felt that her hands seemed to be sweating, so she tightened her grip on them. She felt a bit worried.

When she heard that Fu Fengyi wanted to talk to her, the first thing she thought of was the matter of her daughter-in-law, Ding Yiyi. After that night, Fu Fengyi didn't seem to mention it again, but that night she was really angry.

Fu Fengyi sat in a dignified manner with a gentle tone, "At the beginning, I thought Wanting was the most suitable for Zimo. Fu Fengyi sat in a dignified manner and said gently," At the beginning, I thought Wanting was the most suitable for Zimo.

When Xia Yihan heard the name that was stored deep in her memory, her image of Si Si over ten years later appeared in her mind. She didn't die, but she didn't know where she went.

No one had told Fu Fengyi that Si Si hadn't died, so she had always thought that the person who had been involved with her son and daughter-in-law was already dead. The word "dead" was now extremely attractive to her.

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