1634: C1634 Wealthy Marriage 1561

C1634 Wealthy Marriage 1561

"Young Master, it's not difficult to meet Derek. This man rarely goes out of the house, and most of his work is done by computer." Ye Bo was slightly worried.

Ye Nianmo closed the documents on the table and said calmly, "Then let him come find me."

Manor

The hulk stood beside Derek's table. His only function was to carry him somewhere else when he needed to, while Derek buried himself in the thick bill.

The brawny man sighed. Every time this happened, this man would be the busiest and the most temperamental of times.

"Bam!" The ceramic cup made by the famous pottery expert cracked on the floor. Derek angrily threw his pen down and pressed a number on his computer. He opened up the video and scolded the man in a suit.

"If you don't know how to run a supermarket, you might as well let someone else do it."

"Mr. Derek, recently, there was a supermarket opened on the other side of the street, and the activity was very intense, so everyone was attracted over there."

The supermarket manager took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat off his forehead. From time to time, he would look up at Derek's expression.

Derek snorted and smiled coldly, "That is not the only question. Do you intend to tell us about the customer's lack of cash and the inferior quality of the apple?"

"This …" The supermarket manager was shocked. He thought that this Cripple would never know of this. He had done these things himself and thought that he had done them flawlessly, so he lowered his head even more.

"If you want to be a good distant relative of mine, you have to follow the rules. Otherwise, my cousin's aunt won't be able to save you." Derek pressed the close button, and the supermarket manager's shocked and frightened face twisted into a straight line before closing.

Derek's face turned red from anger. This added a hint of life to his normal facial features.

"Young Master." The brawny man handed him the iPad and pointed to the person moving on it.

Derek frowned and looked at the screen angrily. Then, he was stunned. It was her?

"Should I stop it?" The brawny man was already ready to press the walkie-talkie.

A thin hand reached out and shook it. "No need."

"Yes." The brawny man put away the walkie-talkie and moved his surprised gaze to the woman walking on the screen.

Ding Yiyi was carrying a basket and humming an unknown tune. She seemed to be in a good mood.

"Madam, today is the day Mr. Derek will settle his debts. It might be better if he comes back tomorrow." Ali moved his fat body and said in a low voice, "But I can't go today. His temper will explode like firecrackers, and he won't see you."

Ding Yiyi nodded, secretly happy in her heart. "But I still want to see him."

"He won't see you, not even if I …" Ali saw the door to the study open and the man step out.

He looked as surprised as Ali. "Madam, please."

"Alright." Ding Yiyi carried the flower basket and greeted Ali before following the man into the study.

The curtains in the study were all drawn down, and only a lamp was placed in the upper left corner of the table. Derek sat behind the desk, and the light cast a shadow on his firm nose.

He waved his hand, and the brawny man nodded to him, then retreated, leaving him and Ding Yiyi alone in the room.

"What's the matter?" He crossed his hands and noticed that she was standing quite far away from him. He frowned and said, "Come over here."

Seeing that she obediently took a few steps forward, he nodded his head in satisfaction and then turned the wheelchair to open the curtain.

Light rushed in and startled the birds on the ground. They hurriedly flew towards the other branches, as if wondering why the house that was supposed to be closed down was abnormal today.

Ding Yiyi narrowed her eyes to adjust to the sudden light as she placed her basket on the corner of the table.

Derek's eyes swept across the basket, then moved it away. His gaze wandered around the room for a while before returning to the basket, "What's that?"

After he finished speaking, he took off the white cloth lying on the basket. When he saw what was inside, his expression changed greatly. He leaned back, heavily pressing the soft back cushion of the wheelchair.

"Isn't it amazing that I saw them in the corner of the garden? Isn't they beautiful?" Ding Yiyi picked up the basket full of stars.

The purple tassels accentuated her delicate and beautiful snow-like fingers. She held the flowers in her hands and moved closer to the man's stiff face. "Isn't it beautiful? "Take a look."

"Alright." Derek's facial muscles tensed up. He knocked on his temple and then pulled his wheelchair away from the flowers. Although his voice sounded unnatural, he was not angry.

He saw the happiness on her face and the reproach on his lips turned into a sigh. "If you like it, there should be no vase in the manor. I'll get Ali to buy it for you."

After saying that, he picked up the pen again, his expression still unnatural. "Go and play by yourself." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Be careful not to exercise too fiercely."

"Alright." Ding Yiyi held the bouquet of flowers and said, "Then I won't disturb you any further."

After she left the room and closed the door, her excited expression was replaced by doubt. She looked at the sky full of stars in her hands. Her lowered eyes no longer contained the joy of the room, but instead a hint of anxiety.

After throwing the flower in her hand out of the window, she turned around to take a look at the tightly shut door before leaving.

At lunchtime, the servant stood on both sides of the table. The dishes on the table had already cooled down. Derek sat on the seat of honor with an indifferent expression.

"Do you want me to rush the madame?" Ali stepped forward, puzzled. Asimaa often seemed to be late these days. Even when she was at the dining table, she always made her young master wait.

Looking at the young master's self-satisfied face, she was surprised at how patient he was. At this moment, Ding Yiyi slowly walked over from upstairs.

"Sorry, I'm late." She looked at Derek. There wasn't much apology in her tone. Seeing that he didn't say anything, she picked up her knife and fork.

"Wait a moment." Derek's voice made everyone's spirits rise slightly.

Ding Yiyi's heart was pounding as she stared at him. She had no choice but to put her knife and fork back on the plate and place her hands by her sides.

Derek glanced at the cold meat and rice on the table, "Go heat it up." His tone was cut off for a few seconds, but there was a trace of hesitation in his tone, "Give me one too."

"Young Master!?" Ali was surprised as he was afraid that he would hear wrong. He poked the maid and saw the astonishment in her eyes.

Derek snorted in displeasure. She quickly took a step forward, "Yes, Young Master."

The hot dishes were soon brought back to the table, fresh and full rice, and various Chinese dishes cooked meticulously by the chef.

Following Derek's instructions, Ali picked up a piece of sauce and put it on his plate. After cutting it, he placed it on his plate.

Derek glanced at the chopsticks in Ding Yiyi's hand and hesitated for a moment. In the end, he picked up his knife and fork and put the meat in his mouth.

Ali almost cried out loud. How many years had it been since his young master had touched meat?

Derek's cheeks slightly lifted. He frowned for a while, then relaxed. He covered his mouth with a napkin, and only put it down after a while.

"Why aren't you eating?" He turned his head to look at Ding Yiyi, his expression still stiff.

Ding Yiyi mechanically scooped up the sauce on her elbow and placed it in her mouth. The muscle tissue that had been stewed to the point of slick melted in her mouth. It was extremely delicious, but at this moment, there was a tasteless taste in her mouth.

When she saw Derek's patient expression, she immediately grabbed hold of his hand and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

His eyes stopped on the hand covering the back of his hand. Seeing the hand hastily pull away, he said, "No reason." Seeing the other party's worried expression, he took a sip of wine and picked up his knife and fork again, "The taste is not bad."

After lunch, Dereklei went to take a nap without making a move. However, Ding Yiyi felt a thorn in her throat; she couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

"It's too dangerous, it's too dangerous." She whispered to herself. She felt very uneasy. Suddenly, she felt a pain in her stomach. She covered her mouth and retched.

Ali passed by with a glass of brandy on a tray in her hand. Derek didn't feel well after returning to his bedroom, and sure enough, eating meat was a bit too reluctant.1

"God, what's the matter with you?" She hurried over to Ding Yiyi, put down the tray, and patted her back with one hand.

Ding Yiyi lowered her head and waved her hands, forcefully swallowing the sour taste in her mouth before raising her head. "It's alright, Ali. I'm just feeling a little uncomfortable. I'll just go out and take a breath of fresh air."

She staggered out of the room. A familiar voice called out, "Madam Asimaa, be careful."

"It's you." Ding Yiyi looked up at the holly tree that she had not seen for a long time. The latter smiled back at her and then took two steps back. There was a distance between them.

She felt that something was wrong. She stared at his face for a while before realizing that there was something wrong with his gaze. The passionate look in his eyes was now unusually calm, as if the love from before had suddenly disappeared.

"I won't disturb you any longer." Dongqing nodded at her and adjusted her slightly wrinkled cuffs. Afterwards, she walked past her and headed straight in.

"It seems like Derek Manor is going to be affected because of that woman." He walked around the corner, glanced out of the corner of his eye at the woman standing at the entrance to the garden, and frowned.

In the room, Derek drank another cup of wine. The unpleasant and viscous taste in his mouth still remained. He sighed and signaled the servant to fill the cup again.

"Sir, this time we may have a little trouble." Dong Qing placed a piece of information in front of him. "Look at this man. He is currently purchasing our supermarket."

"Hahahaha." Derek's deep voice was like the bass sound of a flute. His expression rarely changed this drastically, as if he had heard a ridiculously funny joke.

His laughter suddenly stopped, as if an invisible hand had pressed down on the button of the recorder. "Buy? Do you know how many supermarkets there are in Rome, big and small, and how many are mine? "

Dongqing's back was very straight, and her voice was somewhat dry. "From what I can tell, it's the truth."

"Got it." Derek's gaze was cold, "If he thinks this is valuable, then let him do it."

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