1633: C1633 Wealthy Marriage 1560

C1633 Wealthy Marriage 1560

"I love you. I'll take you away from here." He said confidently, "I already have quite a large deposit. Even if it can't compare to Mr. Derek, it can definitely let you live a life of luxury. Asimaa, do you not want love?"

The holly once again trapped her in a corner, this time determined not to let her escape.

Ding Yiyi could only speak the truth. "I have indeed been paying attention to you, but it is not for any other reason. You look very similar to someone who used to be related to me. I can't just ignore you."

"This is fate. You will eventually meet me." Dong Qing's expression was passionate, "As long as you take one step, I will take the remaining 99 steps. Mr Derek will have an important meeting tonight and won't be home. We'll meet again at that time."

As if afraid that she would go back on her word, Dongqing took a step forward. Her steps were hurried and her broad back gradually disappeared into the distance.

Ding Yiyi stood on the spot and started to doubt if the man in front of her was really the same man from before. Could she really have seen wrongly?

She stayed where she was, thinking that if she followed Dong Qing away, she could get that man to take her to Ye Nianmo.

This thought lingered in her mind. She didn't know that in a certain window on the second floor, there was a pair of eyes staring at her.

At night, Derek didn't show up in the dining room as she said. The servant even asked curiously when he saw her: "Did Mistress Esma look for young master?"

"Nope." She looked out the window. It was very dark outside, and it was very suitable for something to happen.

At night, the servants was already asleep. A figure was standing in the garden with his hands in his pants, the thick darkness unable to cover his good figure.

Seeing Ding Yiyi, he hurried forward, his face filled with ecstasy. "You're here, Asimaa. You're finally here."

He wanted to grab her hand, but she dodged it, so he didn't mind. "I'll take you away, he won't find us."

"I really want to leave." Ding Yiyi took a step back. "But I won't leave this way."

"Although he is very annoying, he is definitely not a bad person. Even if I wanted to leave, I would not use such a despicable reason."

"Esmeralda, you're here, and I can feel your attention on me." Dong Qing had a puzzled look on his face.

Ding Yiyi's determination intensified. "I've said this before, because you look so much like a person, and when I'm about to die, you've always been with me, so I can't help but pay attention to you."

"I'm done with what I have to say. I won't go, and you're on your own."

Dong Qing withdrew his gaze only when he couldn't see Ding Yiyi's back. The passionate and loving affection on his face was instantly gone. There was no fire burning in his eyes anymore.

He straightened his body and turned around, walking in the opposite direction. In a huge room at the side, Ali and the hulk were accompanying Derek. He straightened his body and walking in the opposite direction, walking in a huge room at the side, leaving Ali and the hulk beside Derek.

"Young Master, congratulations." Dong Qing looked at Derek, but Ding Yiyi's words were in his mind. Who was he exactly like? The man he had seen on the street that day seemed to be chasing him.

It was the first time Ali lost control of himself. She was on the verge of tears, but she suppressed the urge to cry and ordered, "Asimaa will be the Madam of the Manor."

"Yes." "Yes, sir!" the servant answered in unison. Everyone left in an orderly fashion under Ali's orders, a cheerful expression on their faces.

"Young Master," Ali walked to Derek's side and said, "I believe she will accompany you forever."

Derek said expressionlessly, "Really?"

"Of course, she's completely different from the other ladies." A trace of disgust flashed in Ali's eyes as he talked about the women in front of him.

Those women couldn't stand the allure of the men and actually wanted to betray their young master. Some of them even wanted to take away Derek's family fortune before they left, but the only outcome waiting for them was to become Timo's food.

"Young Master, where are you going?" She saw Derek leave on a wheelchair. After chasing him for a few steps, she let him go.

He got into the elevator, which took him all the way to another corridor.

The corridor was dark and windy, and he entered a room with no roof and starlight. Four young, pretty faces were clustered among the yellow chrysanthemums.

The chrysanthemum was colorless and tasteless, but it still annoyed him. He quietly stood at the door, coldly looking at the few women in the photo who were smiling at him.

If they wanted to be free, he would give them the false freedom they could see and feel but not get.

Recalling the firm application of the woman in the garden, for the first time, a touch of gentleness crept into his unremarkable features.

With some difficulty, he raised his arm and took out a lighter from his pocket. The flame flickered slightly before drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

The dried chrysanthemum vines were the best of the combustibles, and the gray smoke rose in spirals and soon vanished into the air. He frowned as he looked at all this, because it was over, and also because of the other smell that he did not like.

The fire burned brightly, but Derek's frozen heart was miraculously warmed.

The next day, when Ding Yiyi had just opened the door, she was startled by the maids standing outside. "What's the matter?"

"Good morning, Madam. Young Master would like to invite you to share breakfast." servants stood there obediently, waiting for her to speak up.

She felt weird. Derek had never asked her to eat in the dining room. She was also very happy and relaxed. I heard that the other wives were also like that.

With curiosity and confusion, Derek walked into the restaurant. As expected, he sat in his seat and didn't take a single bite of the dishes in front of him.

There were only two chairs on the long table. One of them was taken by Derek, while the other one was beside him. Ding Yiyi had no choice but to walk to the remaining chair.

The dishes on the table were well-made. Although all the meat dishes were placed on her side, to Derek, who didn't like the smell of fish at all, this change in part-time job was surprising.

She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she noticed that the man sitting beside her seemed to blush.

"Eat." Derek ordered with a cold expression. He picked up his fork first and the restaurant became silent again.

Ding Yiyi discovered that today was actually Chinese rice and stewed meat. The rice was stewed very soft and the stew was very fragrant. It was obvious that she had put in a lot of effort to cook it.

"Do you like it?" Derek suddenly said.

"What?" Stunned, she did not realize what he had said. Looking at his tightly pursed lips, she suddenly realized that he was talking about today's lunch. She nodded. "Very good."

The silent man didn't say anything else and started to eat his plate slowly.

After lunch, Derek disappeared as usual, and everything finally returned to how it was before. Ding Yiyi walked around the garden with her bloated belly. She touched her slightly bulging belly, feeling a little depressed.

"Madam." Ali caught up with her from behind with a list in his hand, "Madam, this is the expenditure for the manor. Although you don't have to do it yourself, you will still need to pay for it."

"Ali." Ding Yiyi did not accept it. She had a nagging feeling that something was different. "What's going on?"

As the two of them walked toward the garden, Ali suddenly asked, "Did you notice that there were no flowers in the manor?"

Ding Yiyi nodded. This was indeed strange. Not only was there not a single flower in the garden, there was not even a single flower in the house. This was very different from Italy.

Ali looked at her, as if reading her curiosity, "The young master fell when he was 13 years old, and his head hit something heavy, causing his lower body to be paralyzed."

She felt the breathing of the woman beside her become rapid, so she continued, "My poor young master, on his mother's birthday, he wanted to give that woman a surprise, but he didn't expect to bump into the image of that woman and the other men, and his mother loves flowers the most."

"Enough, you don't have to tell me so much." Ding Yiyi wanted to interrupt her, but she didn't want to get deeper and deeper into the manor. The more information she got, the more intense the feeling became.

Ali tried to calm her with his eyes, but he continued, "The young master spent five million yuan and two popular female celebrities to make that man choose to abandon his wife. He personally let his mother see all of this, and even after she committed suicide in depression, he didn't frown."

She stopped moving forward, and reached out her hand to grasp Ding Yiyi's hand. She said, "The reason why I told you so much is because I want to tell you that once the Young Master has decided on a person and a matter, he will not give up. No matter what your past is, he will not let you go."

Ding Yiyi took a step back. Her mind was a mess. "I …"

Ali patted the back of her hand and handed her the piece of paper with a kind face. Then he left in a hurry.

Ding Yiyi really felt panicked. This manor was like an invisible hand, and now this invisible hand wanted to pull her into the quagmire.1

She knew she couldn't sit still and wait for death. She could only pray that Ye Nianmo could find her.

In the hotel, a waiter was pushing a cart covered with clean towels. When he reached the entrance of the presidential suite, he was stopped.

"No need." The bodyguard held out his hand to stop the waiter and let him leave.

In the room, a man that didn't say a word was listening to Ye Bo's report, "Someone noticed that Madam appeared at the airport and seemed to want to leave. Should we chase her?"

Ye Nianmo was heavily bruised, and even after searching for so long, he still did not find any news about Ding Yiyi.

The belated news did not excite him. He thought for a while and said, "Investigate who spread this news."

Ye Bo's face was solemn, and he quickly guessed the meaning behind his words. He tapped the iPad for a while and said, "It was passed down by the Marketing Department Manager of a supermarket. And that supermarket belongs to Derek Group."

"Got it." Ye Nianmo stood up and walked to the window. From here, he could see the entire city. The uncertainty from before was now completely confirmed.

He thought he could use this trick to lead him in the wrong direction, but it turned out to be the last thing he needed to find her.

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