1635: C1635 Married to a Rich Family 1562

C1635 Married to a Rich Family 1562

There was a moment of silence, then Dongqing broke the silence by saying, "His target might be Lady Asimaa."

"Enough." Derek's face was gloomy, "Let's go."

He pressed the button on the wheelchair and it obediently turned to face the wall. He didn't turn back until the sound of the door closing was heard.

In the documents on the table, the man's handsome face made him, as a man, unavoidably jealous. However, in the photo, the man's hand was placed lightly on a woman's waist.

The two of them seemed to be discussing something. The woman was laughing softly, and there was a hint of a happy smile on her lips. The man lowered his head to look at her, his eyes filled with love.

"Whap." The document was swept to the ground by a force. He moved too fast and actually fell down from the wheelchair, right in front of the high-spirited man in the photo.

He suddenly flew into a rage. He stretched out his hands and beat his shriveled legs with all his might. His eyes were filled with resentment.

The servants who passed by screamed in fear as they heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. They rushed out to find the brawny man.

The hulk soon arrived. He thought that Derek had accidentally fallen on the ground, so he carefully carried him back to the wheelchair.

"To the hot spring." Derek's expression was cold and his voice didn't fluctuate at all.

The brawny man pushed him towards his special hot spring. That sulfur hot spring was very beneficial to his body's immunity, and was also one of Derek's favorite places to go.

Derek's expression changed when he heard the sound of splashing water before he even got close. He was almost unable to control his anger. However, when he saw the white clothes on the stone, his anger first stopped and then mysteriously disappeared.

The stocky man didn't understand why the young master suddenly turned his head to glare at him. He sternly ordered the young master to immediately close his eyes, yet his face looked as if he didn't know what to do.

"Let's go." He even forgot that he could push the button to let the wheelchair move on its own. Instead, he used his hands to push the wheelchair forward, causing the large and small figures to disappear into the pile of stones.

Ding Yiyi was soaking in sulfur water. She didn't know why, but the water level was extremely low today. She thought Derek might not come, so she just ran into the big sulfur pool.

She lowered her head and looked at her bulging belly with a worried expression. The thought that was frightening enough to shatter her was still lingering in her mind.

Why does it always feel disgusting and nauseous? My stomach seems to be showing off every day. It doesn't seem like something is wrong with my body, but more like I am pregnant?

Startled, she slid down and coughed for a long time, choking on water.

When it was time for dinner, the dishes on the table were all leaning towards the Chinese cuisine. Other than continuing to use knives and forks, the same kind of food like Ding Yiyi was placed in front of Derek.

Halfway through her meal, the disgusting feeling from the morning returned. She covered her mouth and quickly ran to the washroom.

Derek sat on the spot and watched her figure leave thoughtfully. His back was stiff and it took a while before he could truly relax.

After about ten minutes, Ding Yiyi returned. With great difficulty, she picked up her chopsticks. With an apologetic expression, she said, "I'm sorry, let's continue eating."

She had a spoon in her hand, but she didn't move it. Looking at the greasy food in front of her, she felt nauseous.

"Ask the doctor to examine you, don't let anything happen to you." Derek's voice was also weird, as if he squeezed it out of his teeth.

The doctor came quickly and consulted in Ding Yiyi's room. Ali thought that Derek would be very anxious, but he didn't expect him to lock himself up in the study after dinner.

"Madam, you are pregnant." The old doctor slowly turned around to pack up his medical instruments. Hearing the silence behind him, he turned around and saw that the person on the bed had opened his eyes wide. He grabbed a corner of the blanket with both hands.

He smiled, and the wrinkles on his face gathered together. "Madam, I said that you were pregnant, but although the fetus is still considered healthy, it is still smaller than a fetus of the same age. According to the speed of its growth, it shouldn't be so small now."

He wanted to continue, but the cold voice stopped her immediately. "Please leave."

The old doctor was stunned. Seeing her frightened appearance, he could only pack up his things and walk out.

At the door of the room, Ali was walking around nervously. His white and chubby arms were stretched and bent, but he refused to stop.

Seeing the doctor, she hurriedly went up to him with guilt expressed on her face. She believed that the mistress of the manor would be ill. It must be because she was the housekeeper that things went wrong.

"Madame is pregnant." Just as the doctor finished speaking, he saw the fat woman's facial features contort as if she had heard something extraordinary.

The muscles on Ali's face trembled. She quickly turned around and grabbed the hem of her skirt, revealing her chubby legs and her black Laifu shoes. Then, she ran crazily towards the other side of the hallway.

"Young Master, Young Master." She forgot the etiquette of a servant and pushed open the brown door with her palm, her face completely red with anger. "She's pregnant, how could she possibly be!?" This woman! We're going to have the police throw this woman in Timmer's cage! "

She panted heavily, and the words in her mouth poured out crazily like beans, "Who exactly is it? It must have been after entering the Manor that I got mixed up with other men. "

"Ali." Derek had his back to the wall. He calmly turned his chair and leaned on the backrest, "I already know."

Ali, who felt as if someone had grabbed her by the throat, took a deep breath and opened his mouth with great difficulty, "Young Master?"

Derek looked at the woman who grew up with him and sighed, "Alright Ali, I want you to continue being nice to her. She is the mistress of this manor."

"Young Master, how can we do that?" Suddenly, a spark of hope lit up in her eyes. "Maybe it really is an angel sent by God. Young Master, do you want to check it again?"

Derek's expression was cold. He clearly didn't have the patience to talk to the woman in front of him who had lost her mind. However, when he saw her tears flowing down her blotched face, he still sighed and said, "Ali, I love her."

Ali suddenly let out a burp as if she was frightened by the sudden dissecting of her emotions. Looking at the familiar face in front of her, she quietly calmed down and wiped the petticoats on her clothes with her hands. "Understood, young master."

Ding Yiyi was like a fragile piece of glass in a manor house. When night fell and she came out of her room, she found that the entire corridor had been replaced with new carpets.

The expensive furry carpet was laid out at all costs. Even if she were to step on it barefooted, it was still very soft. With a cold expression, she walked down the corridor.

The stairs were covered in a thick layer of cloth, and the corners were covered in foam, making the originally imposing hall seem somewhat out of place.

She wore a long white dress that dragged the floor. The night wind was a little cold, so the wind never stopped blowing through the window. She steadied herself and looked out of the window.

There was nothing to be seen except for the dark night, which was so thick it was irritating. She stood there for a while until her skin started to bulge from the cold wind, and then the sound of footsteps could be heard again.

She walked on, across the long corridor, to a door that was neither familiar nor strange to her.

Pushing the door open, the furnishings in the room were as simple as ever. Other than the large bed that couldn't be ignored, the rest of the furniture could be counted with one's fingers.

Derek looked up. His legs were stretched out and his hands were folded in front of his chest. His chest was slightly bullied and was as quiet as a corpse.

She stood in front of him and pulled out a knife from behind her.

It was him! This man had taken her and made her pregnant! How could she be pregnant with a child that wasn't Ye Nianmo?

The left hand holding the knife suddenly went down, the sharp tip dangerously stopped on Derek's adam's apple.

How can I blame him? It was you, everything was yours, you came to someone's manor, mistakenly became their bride, broke up a pair of good people.

He wasn't wrong, he just thought you were his Asimaa, and the one at fault was you!

She took a step back, barely able to hold the knife in her left hand. She had to put her right hand on it to barely hold it.

Two thoughts buzzed in her head, as if they would never stop until she was mad.

"Enough!" She whimpered in a low voice and knelt on the ground, wailing in pain.

With a slap, the lights in the room turned on. Derek laid quietly on the bed with a clear look in his eyes.

"Stay here. This child will get the best of everything, and I will make his future very good." Derek's voice was very faint, as if he was stating a fact.

Ding Yiyi was still crying on the ground. She subconsciously muttered, "No … this shouldn't be the case."

All night long, she didn't sleep. She just sat on the floor in a daze. He didn't sleep either. He just laid there quietly on the bed.2

After that night, the entire manor seemed to have fallen into some sort of spell. Their Lady Manor had become extremely odd and retreated back into the small room, no longer appearing on a normal day.

Derek did not interfere with these changes. As usual, he strictly scheduled the working hours. The only difference was that he still insisted on eating meat.

At night, when everything had gone to rest, the tightly shut door finally opened and a figure walked out like a ghost.

In just a few days, Ding Yiyi had lost a lot of weight. Her chin became sharper, and her thick hair wrapped around her palm-sized face.

She slowly walked down the stairs. Even her breathing was light, as if she was worried that something might disturb her. If it wasn't for the worry that she couldn't dispel, she really would have been like a fairy that came down from the heavens.

She opened the door, not caring if she triggered the defense mechanism or not, as she walked towards the garden, attracted by the fragrance of flowers.

Not far away, a patch of purple and green, lavender mixed with the stars, covered half the garden.

Among the flowers, an unfinished swing lay to one side, crushing some lavender and the stars.

She was stunned on the spot. Her hands couldn't help but stroke her slightly bulging belly, feeling the warmth radiating from it. Only then did her anxious heart finally feel at ease.

Standing alone among the flowers, she suddenly discovered that one side of the lavender had traces of being stepped on. The green branches of the lavender were also stained with soil.

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