1629: C1629 Wealthy Marriage 1556

C1629 Wealthy Marriage 1556

The servant put down the food and went out. After a while, he came back in and gestured for Ding Yiyi to follow him.

In the dining hall, Derek was also eating. servants stood on both sides of the dining table, preparing the dishes for him according to his wishes.

He ate slowly and ate very little, moving his chopsticks occasionally, and when he did, the fat maid was the happiest.

When he saw Ding Yiyi, he completely stopped what he was doing and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Looking for me?"

"I want to leave this place." Ding Yiyi bluntly said, "I'm not your bride. I'm not Asimaa."

She bit her lips, feeling humiliated by what she was about to say. "Last night's matter, I was the one who lied to you. Your bride should still be waiting for you to pick her up."

"Asimaa." Derek frowned, which made his plain facial features more lively, "You still don't understand? You are already my, Derek's, wife. "

"No wedding?" Ding Yiyi was extremely surprised. 'Don't we need to register to get married?' You don't need a wedding?

Derek said leisurely: "Rich people can always enjoy a lot of privileges."

"I'm married." Ding Yiyi raised her hand and showed him the ring. "I love my husband very much."

Derek glanced around and then pressed a button on the keyboard of the wheelchair. The wheelchair drove to the other side of the hall and his voice sounded, "Asimaa, you can't leave."

"Halt!" Ding Yiyi watched helplessly as he left. Everything had gone out of control. She could not control the development of the events that followed.

The fat maid stood in the living room and was about to leave when a shadow flashed in front of her.

"I told you when I first came here that I'm not Asimaa, why would he call me Asimaa?"

The fat maid looked at her: "My name is Ali."

"Ali." Ding Yiyi glared at her, refusing to let go of even a single movement on her face. "You're hiding my identity, right? Why did you do that?"

Ali's frighteningly white skin was shaking now, and a word came out of her quivering cheeks, "Because I think you're perfect for the young master."

"Bullshit!" Ding Yiyi couldn't help but curse. She felt like she was a marionette who was being toyed with.

Ali didn't know what she meant, but he knew she was angry. His chubby cheeks trembled.

"Where to?" Ding Yiyi stood there and asked her, but she was already one step ahead. She walked toward the other entrance.

The two of them passed through a long corridor and walked up a few floors. The light in front of them gradually dimmed, and their vision became increasingly poor.

Finally, a yellow print appeared in front of his eyes. It was a cluster of chrysanthemums, blooming with chrysanthemums. There was even morning dew on the chrysanthemums, swaying with the movement of the chrysanthemums.

The wind did not come from all around, but from above, above, where the buildings were hollowed out and the wind kept coming in, and the chrysanthemums were surrounded by four photographs of four beautiful faces.

"They were the four ladies of this estate." Ali had only glanced at the photo once, but Ding Yiyi could clearly see the disgust in her eyes.

The four women looked to be of various ages, the youngest looked to be about the same age as Asimaa. Judging from the clothing around their necks, they too had been wearing white.

"Why? Are they sick? " Ding Yiyi could feel that there were people crying all around her. Although she knew it was just her imagination, she could not help but feel the cold wind blowing.

Ali looked at her and said in an anxious tone: "Do not betray my master! Listen to me! Do not betray my master!"

"What are you talking about?" Ding Yiyi frowned. "I told you before, I'm not Asimaa. Besides, I'm already married."

Ali returned to his serious expression, as if his previous excitement was only an illusion. She walked forward by herself. "You should go back to your room."

Ding Yiyi chased after him, but the other party had already disappeared.

She went back to her room in a daze. The white clothes on her body seemed to be in the way. She opened the wardrobe and found that it was full of clothes again. However, all the clothes were white.

Her irritable mood made her want to smash everything in the room. She suddenly remembered that there must be a phone in such a big manor. If she found the communication device, she could call Ye Nianmo.

"Nianmo." Her heart ached. She was no longer clean. Although it was not her intention, it was already a fact that she betrayed him.

She clenched her fists, determined to confess to him when she got out, and she accepted whatever his attitude was about to follow.

After leaving the room, she randomly chose a path. It had to be said that despite all the prejudices, this manor was very beautiful. It was a standard Italian style building with a strong regional atmosphere.

She walked down the spiral corridor to a large multi-functional hall. The room was roughly a few hundred square meters in size. It was circular in shape, with a drum set on one side and other musical instruments on the other.

Thinking about that handicapped man called Derek, she bit her lower lip, turned around and left, and continued searching for her phone.

After walking for a long time, she finally saw a female servant. She quickly went up and greeted, "Hello."

The woman nodded to her, but there was no respect in her eyes. She also noticed that the people in the manor seemed to have some enmity towards the mistress of the manor.

"Can you lend me your cell phone?"

The man looked at her and shook his head. Ding Yiyi was getting anxious. "I can give you the money. It'll only take a few minutes."

"I didn't." The Filipino finally spoke.

Ding Yiyi did not believe it. How could there be someone without a phone right now? However, seeing the firm look in the other party's eyes, it seemed that no matter how she asked, she would not be able to get anything out of him, so she could only let him go.

After asking a few servants along the way, they all came up with the same answer, which made Ding Yiyi extremely dejected. Just as she was about to continue walking, someone stopped her in her tracks.

Ali was standing right in front of her. It was hard to tell if he had heard the conversation between her and the previous servant. She looked at her, her expression unchanged. "Young Master is looking for you."

"I'm not going." Ding Yiyi did not want to see Derek again.

Ali said lightly, "Someone is looking for you."

Ding Yiyi's eyes widened as she immediately thought of Ye Nianmo. She knew that he must have seen the message she left on the ship to report her safety.

He followed Ali to the hall. As soon as they entered, a woman rushed over. It was the real Asimaa.

"Derek, I am the real Asimaa. This woman is the one who ran away from the Polytechnic Academy." Asimaa cried to the man in the wheelchair, her crescent-shaped eyes brimming with tears.

Ding Yiyi was a little nervous, she wasn't nervous because Asimaa exposed her identity, but because the man following Asimaa. She believed that even if Derek let her go after finding out the truth, the moment she stepped out of the door, she would be tied up and would never be able to escape.

"Too noisy." Derek frowned in annoyance and looked a little angry.

Asimaa was crying so much that it was like rain. Hearing that, she became silent and looked toward Ding Yiyi with a vicious gaze.

"My name is Ding Yiyi, I'm really not your bride." Ding Yiyi glanced at Ali, who was standing behind Derek, but still didn't say anything.

Derek seemed to feel uncomfortable sitting on the wheelchair. He moved a little and Ali hurriedly helped him to straighten out his crippled legs.

Asimaa looked sympathetically at the two tiny calves exposed under the blanket. Suddenly, she felt a wave of ice-cold gaze. She hurriedly followed the ice-cold gaze, only to discover nothing.

"Asimaa." With Derek's words, Asimaa quickly stepped forward with expectation in her eyes.

Ding Yiyi stood on the spot, her heart began to ponder how she could avoid those people after leaving the manor. They spent a great deal of money to buy her, so they were definitely unwilling to engage in a loss-making business.

When she heard Derek call out Asimaa's name, she knew that it was about time she was kicked out.

"Asimaa." Derek shouted again, this time with obvious displeasure in his voice.

Asimaa was baffled. Following his gaze, her face instantly turned pale, and she stood rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do.2

Ding Yiyi also noticed the strange atmosphere. She raised her head and looked at Derek. Derek's face sank, "Are you still not coming over?"

"Me?" Ding Yiyi pointed at herself. She didn't know what Derek was up to, so she could only walk over.

Walking up to him, he wrapped a hand around her waist. He gently wrapped his arm around her waist.

Her face turned cold and she immediately left. Derek's hand remained clenched in mid-air.

His face darkened, but he did not say anything. He indifferently retracted his hand and said, "She is already my woman."

"What!" Asimaa gritted her teeth as she looked at Ding Yiyi. "Didn't you say you had someone you loved? You liar."

Ding Yiyi's face paled, her nails digging into her palms. She was so angry that her entire body was trembling. This shameless man that had forcefully taken her over!

"Asimaa." Derek spoke again. This time, Ding Yiyi knew he was calling her, but she snorted coldly.

Derek knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair, "Do you want to go with them?"

Ding Yiyi looked at the side of his face in surprise. After trying to figure out his current state of mind, the real Esma at the side was eyeing him like a tiger eyeing its prey.

Suddenly, she saw a hint of a smile on his lips that was inaudible. This smile made her feel fearful.

He probably already knew the real purpose of the people who came to find him. Now, he just dug a hole and let himself jump down willingly.

"I want to stay here." Ding Yiyi spat out word by word, gritting her teeth.

Derek looked at the jewelry ring on his finger and said casually, "Still not leaving?"

Asimaa looked at Ding Yiyi with unwillingness. She couldn't help but wonder how she could be so brazen as to stay. The man beside her came up and pulled her. He whispered, "Let's go first."

"I don't." Asimaa looked at Derek with tears in her eyes. She felt that Derek must have had his reasons for wanting to marry her. Why did he change his mind now?

The roar of the tiger scared everyone on the spot. A tiger slowly walked over from the door. Asimaa screamed, "Tiger, tiger!"

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