1645: C1645 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1572

C1645 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1572

"Do you know where she is?" No matter who he was facing, as long as there was one person related to her, there would be a crack in his defense. There were a few people around him who would have a huge impact on him, just like the top of his life, and Ding Yiyi was Ye Nianmo's top.

"I don't know where she is, but I do know where she's going."

"Tell me."

Ye Nianmo clenched his fists and repeated, "Tell me."

Ye Zimo sat back down and crossed her hands over her knees. Her black suit pants were slightly pleated. "You seem like you really need something. In fact, you're just trying to tell others about your weakness."

Ye Nianmo didn't say anything. He just stood there with the crystal light above his head shining on him, as if he was a lonely and proud protagonist in a play.

The cushions on the leather sofa were slightly deformed. Ye Zimo stood up and wrapped her arm around Xia Yihan's waist before walking out. "You're not able to take on a lot of responsibilities. Leave this matter to me."

The bodyguard at the door opened it for them. Xia Yihan looked back, her eyes filled with worry.

"I'm not afraid to say what I care about." Ye Nianmo, who was standing on the spot, suddenly spoke up.

Ye Zimo's footsteps, which should have been stepping out of the room, slowed down, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"So what if you know my weakness? I am the sharpest blade and toughest armor. I can't do anything to those who covet my weakness."

The footsteps stopped at the junction of the doorway with the corridor. The surrounding bodyguards silently lowered their heads, not daring to disturb the conversation between the two.

"Her ultimate goal should be to go to an undeveloped island in Turkey. Since you are so confident, I believe you will find out why."

Back in the car, the driver drove. Even though the surrounding environment was noisy, it was still very quiet inside the sealed Bentley.

Ye Zimo took out a bottle of red wine from the cabinet beside her. She then took out two goblets, opened the cork, and poured the wine into them.

"What happened? Are you hiding something from me?" Xia Yihan looked out the window. There was a bakery there, and the pink sign made people feel as if they could smell the sweet, creamy smell of it.

The pouring slowed down, and then the glass was simply set aside. The air was suffused with a faint bitter taste of red wine.

"Look at this." He took a photograph from a cabinet nearby and handed it to her.

Xia Yihan took it, her slender and beautiful fingers trembling, her beautiful bright eyes suddenly enlarged, "Chuyun?"

"It's not him." Ye Nianmo squinted his eyes and continued to pour the wine, "But it does look very similar."

Xia Yihan felt that this photo was filled with countless mists. Many people knew what was inside the mists, but she didn't know. She was running by herself in the pitch black fog. That feeling of emptiness and helplessness was really annoying.

Warm hands reached over and grabbed hers. Ye Zimo saw through her thoughts and tightened her grip. "I'm sorry."

The desire to know the truth was clear in her eyes, making others unable to ignore it. Ye Zimo pinched the back of her hand. He had intended to tell her, or he would not have brought her with him. As one grew older, the secrets one wanted to keep would become smaller and smaller. Ye Zimo was basically one of those people, but there was only one person in this world who could share his secrets with her, and that was Xia Yihan.

"This man is called Dong Qing. When I first saw him, I also thought it was Chuyun, so I subconsciously paid attention to him. Until I found out that he was looking for the Paradise."

"Delightful world?"

"Yes, it is similar to the world where the cause and effect of Buddhism end. That is a place that cannot be described with words." He paused for a moment and then clenched his fist. "Later I found out that the place was on an unplanned island in Turkey."

In his mind, he inadvertently recalled the huge sum of US dollars that had been spent on this piece of news, enough to cover the entire table. However, those images were quickly divided into insignificant memories, and then cleared out from his brain.

Feeling some uneasiness in the small hand, he patted it in a comforting manner. Only when the uneasiness began to ease down did he continue, "Yiyi, that child was an accident."

The people who hurt the child, Ye Nianmo had only taught them a lesson and sent those people to prison. But how could he let those people who harmed Ye Family have such an easy time?

Of course, there was no need to tell her any of this. These sins and darkness should have been borne by the men from Ye Family, so his expression eased a little, "That Dong Qing is not a bad person. Strictly speaking, he isn't completely bad.

Xia Yihan felt all the blood in her body flowing backwards, "Did that child recover his memories and think that he was Chuyun? That's why he's so emotional.

Ye Zimo pursed her lips. He felt that this was not the reason, but he couldn't say it and nodded, "Maybe."

"Why are you looking for the Pleasant World?" Xia Yihan asked what she thought.

Ye Zimo tilted her body so that she could expose herself to her in every aspect, not wanting to keep even a trace of emotion. "In the beginning, I was only wondering about the unknown knowledge of humans. Now, I wish to go with you to that place."

There were so many cars outside the window that there were only two of the three paths. Some of them stretched their heads out and looked at everything in front of them anxiously, others called from inside the car, while others scolded the children who were playing around in the car. No one was discussing mysterious topics like the people in the Bentley.

Ye Zimo's arms were stiff as she tried to restrain herself from kissing the woman in front of her. She kept her head clear as she continued dissecting herself. "If there really is a place like that, I want you to go and take a look."

He put his hand on his forehead, looking bewildered and at a loss. "I always feel like you deserve the best in the world, even the best in the world."

A hand grabbed her, and then Xia Yihan's cheeks suddenly enlarged. She had the scent of wood and grass on her body. "You idiot!"

She repeated it many times, as if she couldn't get over it. "You stupid idiot!"

He was surprised for a moment, and then the lines at the corner of his eyes widened. Seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, he suddenly understood something. After a while, the normally strict, silent smile on his face curved into a smile.

"Yes, I'm an idiot."

Ding Yiyi threw herself into his embrace. Only when she heard the strong vibration in his chest did the uneasy feeling recede. "You have to bring Yiyi back safe and sound."

"Right." Ye Zimo stretched out her arms to wrap around the love of her life and promised.

On the sea, a sailboat cut through the calm surface of the sea. The sound of a whirlpool machine became the only artificial sound on the sea. The sea was very blue, blue to a greenish hue. One could vaguely see coral and colorful fish in the sea that no one had ever seen before.

The wind was blowing and a man in a simple T-shirt was standing on the deck. He had formed a small tent with his tanned arms and was looking out into the distance with his forehead on his forehead.

In the distance was still an endless ocean, giving off an illusion, as if there was no end. He pursed his lips and dropped a bucket into the sea.

He pulled up the bucket that was filled with water and poured the cool seawater onto the deck to cool it down. Then, he wrung out the water under his clothes and walked into the cabin.

"Eat some oranges. At sea, you have to prevent sepsis. Eating a little more is good for the fetus." Dongqing handed the orange to the silent man.

Ding Yiyi took it. Some of her slightly long nails embedded into the skin of the orange. The yellow juice was accompanied by a strong sweet and sour smell.

She peeled the orange in her hand silently without a word, as if she was the only one on this ship.

Dongqing sat across from him and once again picked up the map that she had seen countless times. "I know you blame me for bringing you along. That's the truth. I can only apologize."

Ding Yiyi picked up a piece of orange and put it in her mouth. A strong sour taste immediately assaulted her taste buds. She had no choice but to shut her mouth tightly and put the sour orange on the tongue moss, using her upper jaw to squash the juice out.

The discomfort in her stomach eased, and her lips, closed tight with the acidity, relaxed. She placed the rest of the oranges on the low table in front of her.

"You were afraid that I would make a fake map to harm you, so you brought me here." Her voice, too, carried the sour taste of oranges.

The man sitting in front of him, his back straight, sweat or seawater dripping from his long neck to his collarbone, nodded. "I admit it."

Ding Yiyi sighed, "I don't blame you for not trusting me. It is too difficult to gain trust in this world. People wear radar to detect elements that harm them, and they will immediately run away or choose to destroy them. However, I am angry because you put my child in danger."

Dong Qing subconsciously glanced at her slightly bulging stomach. "You love your child very much."

It was a positive sentence, not a question or an exclamation, but a statement of a solid fact.

Ding Yiyi was silent again, but her gaze became much gentler, just like the sunlight outside the boat.

Dong Qing stood up once more. "We're almost there."

Are they coming? Her gaze turned uneasy. Ever since she had left the sea, her emotions were getting stronger and stronger. She had a feeling that something was going to happen, but she had no idea what was going to happen.1

"I will protect you." Dongqing stared into her eyes. She suddenly wanted her to look into his eyes and return his promise. However, he was soon disappointed. Her eyes seemed to be like the surface of the sea that no boat was passing through. It was so calm that not a single ripple could be seen.

He stood up, almost unwilling to face her as he hurriedly ran away, "You rest, I'll go watch on the deck. It'll be fine."

Ding Yiyi looked at his back and narrowed her eyes. The hands on her abdomen gently tightened before she powerlessly let go.

In the afternoon, the setting sun hovered just above the horizon. The sea level was dyed orange, like the sari on an Indian woman.

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