1608: C1608 Wealthy Marriage 1535

C1608 Wealthy Marriage 1535

"Greetings, Grandmother. I am Yiyi. Since I know that you may still be thinking of this, I have also written a letter to you. I've always respected my grandmother. I don't hate my grandmother for that matter, and I'm even prepared to leave. I know that I will spend my whole life to repay the things that I did wrong. Also, Nianmo doesn't know about that matter and I will never tell anyone about it.

Under the light, there were a few words that could not be seen clearly. Fu Fengyi walked to the table, picked up the reading rack, and read it without saying anything.

Ye Chuqing had been standing behind her the whole time. She had no idea what the letter was about, and judging from her grandmother's face, she couldn't see any emotion at all.

"Grandmother." At this moment, she cried out in alarm. She watched as Fu Fengyi placed the letter on the candlestick on the altar.

Fu Fengyi extended her hand to her and said, "Child, I'm tired. Help Grandma rest."

Ye Chuqing responded and turned her head to look at the light spots on the floor before supporting her to leave.

After coming back from Fu Fengyi's place, Ye Nianmo treated Ding Yiyi like how he used to before. He looked at her gently and tried to come back early to accompany her. There seemed to be no estrangement between the two of them.

Ding Yiyi knew that the gap was still there. However, the two of them secretly buried the factors that affected their relationship.

Ye Nianmo paid more attention to her health and asked the dietitian to make a nutrition recipe. She knew he felt guilty about her kidnapping.

That day, when she had nothing to do at home, she began to pack up her personal belongings. While she was sorting through the CD shelves, she found the box again.

She took the box out, went to the study on the second floor, got the keys, opened the box, and took out the pile of photographs.

At the bottom of the picture, a face gradually revealed itself. She looked at the photo, and the memory of the person writing on the table intruded into her mind.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that there were two people in this world who looked so much like each other. It was as if their facial expressions and expressions were carved from the same mold.

She decided to go there again. The front door of his villa was locked tightly. The curtains of the second floor window had yet to be closed. The sunlight shone on the stainless steel railings on the windowsill, making everything look fake and real.

On the other side, the door of the house that was as tall as the villa she was locked in was also closed. She walked to the door and found that it was not closed.

The hall on the first floor was devoid of any furniture. On the other hand, it was filled with books. These books were arranged in an orderly manner and were arranged from every corner like a five-pointed star.

"Why don't you use a bookshelf?" Ding Yiyi was very curious and casually picked up a book called The Philosopher's Record of Death and flipped it open. The bottom of the page was clearly folded, and the cover was covered with wrinkles caused by flipping through it many times.

She found another book and was surprised to find that it also looked like she had been flipping through it often. There seemed to be at least five thousand books in this room.

The staircase was the only place on the first floor where there were no books. She walked up the stairs and put her hand on the handle, but it was covered with dust.

He had only been gone for a week, but the armrest was covered with a thick layer of dust that could not be accumulated in months.

That man was like a riddle. She could see his appearance, but she did not know what the answer was. At the end of the short flight of stairs was a room.

The door of the room was familiar to her, and during those three days she had watched him go in and out of the room, sometimes with a book in his hand, sometimes without a thing.

Pushing the door open, a small grey figure jumped out. She was so frightened that she took a step back. When she focused her gaze, where was the grey figure?

The furnishings in the room were the same as when he left. Nothing was left except that the coffee machine was filled with coffee stains which stuck to the inner wall and solidified, like dark red blood that would only appear when a person died a long time ago.

She stood at the coffee machine for a long time before she turned around and walked over to the table. From the table, she could see everything clearly: the white windowsill, the white curtains, and the corner of the room that was exposed from the windowsill.

Suddenly, a hint of surprise appeared on her previously calm face. She moved to the right as well, following along the edge of the table, then quickly moved to the left. The dust on the table leg rubbed against her white dress, leaving a gray mark.

He could see himself! This thought flashed across his mind. In those three days, she thought that she was hiding behind the curtain, that she had never looked up, that she had definitely not discovered him.

No, he had always known that someone was locked in the house opposite. He even knew that for the past three days, the woman in the house had always been sitting on the windowsill. She gradually dehydrated and suffered from hunger.

That man was too scary. This thought flashed through Ding Yiyi's mind. Her gratitude for the man who had accompanied her through the most difficult times turned into puzzlement and disappointment.

"Bam!" The door suddenly closed behind her, giving her a fright. She immediately turned around, feeling the eeriness and terror in the empty room.

The hair on his back was lifted, and a large gust of wind blew in through the window. The white notebook on the table was flipped over, revealing a black handwriting.

She picked up the book and flipped open the page with the handwriting on it. "Outside of the Nine Days of Life and Death …"

The handwriting was extremely sloppy. Before he could even finish writing a single word, he would immediately add another word. At the bottom of each word, there was even a particular brushstroke, forming a very unique writing style.

After putting down the notebook, she turned around and walked out of the room.

After leaving the villa area, she discovered that cold wind was blowing and her body was covered in cold sweat. She did not stay any longer and hurriedly left.

She was driving aimlessly on the street. It was still early in the morning and the sun was shining strongly. The people on the street were rushing to get to her destination.

She was holding two large bags of photocopy paper and her face was covered with sweat. She finally came across a stone chair on the roadside that was used for resting, so she put the heavy copy paper in her hand on the chair and took out a packet of tissue from the bag she carried with her to wipe her face.

Ding Yiyi felt that this person was very familiar. She looked again, wasn't that Du Ya? Seeing that her face was flushed from carrying heavy items, she immediately parked the car.

Seeing Ding Yiyi, Du Ya was both surprised and happy. "Sister Yiyi!" She walked up to him and hugged him. Their faces were filled with the joy of having reunited after a long time.

"It's great to meet you today. Let's have a meal together later." Ding Yiyi said happily.

Du Ya wiped the sweat off her face, feeling that her palms were wet. She was too embarrassed to touch her. "That won't do. I have to work overtime today."

Ding Yiyi noticed the two large stacks of photocopy paper on the chair. She asked curiously, "The copy paper in the company isn't ordered. Will someone deliver it directly to your doorstep every month?"

"Shui Bei … Shui always felt that the one that was working with us before was secretly eating our kickbacks, so she cancelled that collaboration. Moreover, she only bought it when she needed it, that way we could avoid wasting it."

She wiped the sweat from her face, the tissue in her hand already wet, and pulled another from the tissue bag.

"Did she ask you to buy it?" Ding Yiyi's face turned sour. She took her hand and walked towards the car. "I'll send you back and find her for an argument."

Du Ya resisted hesitantly, "I'm no longer the manager, I'm just a Administrative Assistant, so it's fine if you do all these for me."

She could tell that Ding Yiyi was very angry, so she tried to ease the atmosphere. "Actually, being an assistant is fine, but the pressure isn't that great either."

Ding Yiyi was very angry. She felt that Shui Bei was doing this on purpose to show her that she was taking revenge on Du Ya's side back then.

"No, let's go find her. I know your ability, if you haven't made a mistake, she can't do this to you."

"Sister Yiyi!" Du Ya shook off her hand and took a step back with a sad expression, "Sister Yiyi, you're no longer a company employee. Then, what position do you have to go to the company to help me?"

Ding Yiyi stood at the same spot, a lump in her throat. She was right, she was no longer a member of the company, what position did she have to criticize others?

"I'll get you a good job." She was silent for a moment, her eyes bright with the thought.

Du Ya had the same look in her eyes. Every day, she would lead the cleaners to clean, buy photocopier paper, order lunch for her colleagues and listen to the instructions of the employees who came later than her. All of these were like a shameful sword that stabbed at her heart.

"No need." She shook her head, "I know how difficult it is to enter Ye Group. I don't have the confidence to survive in such a large company, so I won't embarrass you, Sister Yiyi."

She took a deep breath and held her wrist. "It's so good to meet you today, Sister Yiyi. Why don't you drive me back to the company? You don't know how heavy these things are."

Ding Yiyi could only do as she was told and send them to the company. After that, Du Ya carried the photocopy paper out of the car and said, "Goodbye, Sister Yiyi."

Looking at her back view, Ding Yiyi felt extremely guilty. If she hadn't quit her job at that time, or had not caused such a ruckus with Shui Bei, Du Ya wouldn't have been implicated by her.

At this moment, the revolving door turned to the side, and a person carrying a small leather bag hurriedly walked towards the parking lot with high heels.

It was Shui Bei. She kept on talking on the phone as she walked. When Ding Yiyi got off the car, she had already walked to her Mercedes and sat in it.

Ding Yiyi hurriedly drove after them. The two cars kept their distance from each other. The Mercedes-Benz stopped at a tea house. Shui Bei got off the car and a man walked up to welcome her.

When the two of them entered the tea house, Ding Yiyi also entered. However, she didn't immediately walk in front of Shui Bei. Instead, she chose to sit at a table not far away from the two of them.2

He thought that since the two of them were talking about something, it wouldn't be good to rush over. Thus, he decided to wait for the two of them to finish their conversation.

"Boss Shui, it's not easy to get an offer from you. Not only did you manage the company well, you're also so beautiful."

"Boss Zhang, you're too kind." Shui Bei looked at the fat man before her and frowned.

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