1746: C1746 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1673

C1746 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1673

She stood there alone, thinking about Ye Miao's words, and suddenly became confused. She thought that since Ye Miao and she were both sacrificing themselves, this sacrifice was worth it. The future would definitely be good.

But to say something like that to a child was a mistake on her part as a mother.

Ye Family didn't give Ye Miao anything, not even giving him a rank, is that right? Or, is the decision she made wrong?

Her head hurt, Ye Miao's words made her panic. She felt that she should calm down.

As she turned to leave, the two of them nearly bumped into each other because they were too flustered to see the child running towards her.

The commotion attracted Ye Nianmo's attention. He carried Ye Shuimo and hurried over.

Ding Yiyi lowered her head to help the child pick up the Lego parts scattered on the ground, the child's mother to take the child.

"Mom." Ye Shuimo was so happy that she wanted to reach out and take her hand.

"No." Ding Yiyi was just resisting in her heart, but she didn't expect that she would be able to speak so loudly.

Ye Shuimo was stunned. Her mother had never spoken to her so viciously before. "Mom is so fierce!"

"Shuimo, that's not what Mom meant." Ding Yiyi hurriedly tried to explain.

Ye Nianmo carried the wronged Ye Shuimo and walked towards the door after glancing at Ding Yiyi.

She was just a child. Why did she have to shout at her just now? She fell into a deep self-reproach until her wrist was pulled up.

As if he knew that her feet were numb, the moment he pulled her up, Ye Nianmo wrapped his other hand around her waist.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

"What time is it?"

"Ten."

"Where's Shuimo?"

"Madame Meng took it and took care of it."

Ding Yiyi nodded disappointedly. "Then let's go back."

She walked in the direction of the hotel's guest room with her head lowered. When she turned the corner, she grabbed her wrist with her hand. Ye Nianmo changed his direction and passed by white people who were looking at them curiously.

Ye Nianmo took her to the bar on the top floor. Since the bar was full of white people tonight, they couldn't help but take a glance when they saw a beauty like Ding Yiyi come in.

"I want to go back." Ding Yiyi was in a bad mood, especially after she had finished yelling at her children. A feeling of guilt enveloped her.

"Drink?" Ye Nianmo and the waiter asked for a quiet corner.

Drink? She looked up at him, gauging the truth in his words.

Drinking was also a good thing. Tonight, she was very messy, very annoying, and didn't know where she should go in the future.

The wine was soon served. There were two bottles of Royal Hawk's Cry Red Cloud Pearl. The waiter showed Ye Nianmo the bottle with the age printed on it, and after the other party's consent, he opened the cork.

The bar was for Cha De. The people in "Starry Night" were talking quietly to each other, letting themselves go.

Pouring the red wine into the goblet, Ye Nianmo handed her a cup. She took it and drank it all in one gulp. Then, she picked up the bottle and drank the whole thing down.

Such a grand way of drinking actually attracted another wave of spectators. Ye Nianmo raised his eyebrows, picked up his goblet and slowly took a sip.

Seeing that she had finally vented her anger, Ye Nianmo took the bottle away, "Let's call it a day."

With Ding Yiyi's alcohol tolerance, she would not get drunk on those wines. This was also the reason why he chose red wine.

The waiter happened to pass by them. On a tray was a glass of wine with a yellow liquid in its long, transparent body.

A hand took the quilt from the tray and drank it down in a blink of an eye.

"This customer!" The waiter was dumbfounded.

"Sorry, please make another cup for the guest who wishes to order this wine. It counts as my account."

When he saw the man sitting opposite the beautiful woman, he nodded and followed the light of the lamp to examine the woman who had stolen the drink.

The lights in the bar were a mix of blue and orange, the woman was dressed in a beautiful wine-red dinner dress, her flat belly was just above her perfectly chested breasts, and her white Chanel shawl was wrapped around her beautiful collarbone.

Her face was slightly red, and her eyes were squinted from the drunkenness. Naturally, there was an alluring laziness in her eyes.

"What wine is this?" The deep male voice brought him back to reality.

"Ah … pure Tequila." This was strong alcohol. Even men wouldn't be able to drink it in one gulp, let alone a woman.

Ye Nianmo stood up and put her hand on his shoulder, lifting her up with ease. It seemed like he would have to suffer from a hangover again tomorrow.

At the bar, there was a man flirting with a girl. The well-built Russian woman was extremely annoyed, but the man did not even notice that he was talking to the woman in a courteous manner.

The woman glanced out of the corner of her eyes and saw the man who had walked over looking at the woman who was obviously drunk with helplessness and gentleness.

Her heart skipped a beat. She got down from the high chair and walked over to him. She put her hand on his head and was about to kiss him.

A hint of surprise flashed across the man's clear eyes. As he steadily supported the people around him, he reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

"GAY?" The voice paused.

He raised his eyebrows. "Like?"

"Then kiss me. I won't let you down." The Russian leaned forward, and the man behind her glared at the man who had appeared.

Ye Nianmo began to feel impatient, "I don't like to be used by others." He glanced over at the man standing to one side and dragged out his voice. "Besides, you're not my type."

"You like these white lotuses?" The Russian woman looked at the woman in his arms.

Ye Nianmo gave the drunk person a kiss, then flashed the ring on his finger before leaving.

The next day, Ding Yiyi woke up from her hangover and realized that today was the day to return. Looking at the time, it was already afternoon.

He hurriedly washed up, changed his clothes and opened the door. Then, he pulled over a passing waiter and asked. The people at home had already left, but Ye Nianmo didn't.

"Mom?"

Ye Miao slowly walked over from the distance and smiled at her.

"Why didn't you go back with me?" Ding Yiyi led her inside, smelled alcohol, and hurried to open the window.

Ye Miao sat on the black leather sofa, his fair skin was more transparent under the indoor lighting.

"Grandmother wouldn't want to fly on the same plane as an adopter."

Ding Yiyi stopped in her tracks and turned around. There was hesitation in her eyes, but there was also sadness.

"I'm sorry," she said, hurrying to his side. "If you don't feel happy living here, Mom will take you away."

The emotion in her eyes was so sincere. Ye Miao's clear voice sounded confused, "Mom, do you really not want to do that?"

Ding Yiyi shook her head. "I do have some grudges against your great-grandmother. I even hated her for a while, but I know that this grudge is meaningless."

"I know." Ye Miao jumped down and walked towards the door, "Sorry Mommy, I won't mention this ever again."

"Miao."

He stopped in the doorway and turned around. "Mom, don't worry. I just want to go back to my room to rest."

"Miao?" Ding Yiyi let out a heavy sigh, praying that everything that she didn't want to see wouldn't happen in Ye Family.

Ye Family

Flippancy was painful. Ye Shuimo had gone to bed early, but she could not fall asleep. A figure opened the door, bowed, and quickly entered the room.

"Auntie." She rubbed her eyes.

Ao Xue quickly walked in front of her and bent down to give her a kiss. "Well done, darling."

"Well done what?" Ye Shuimo didn't understand why, but she could tell that the person in front of her was very happy.

Ao Xue caressed her hair and gently massaged her scalp with her ten fingers. Her voice was just as gentle as usual. "Shuimo, do you think Auntie will treat you well?"

"Alright."

"Then when you grow up, will you not have an aunt?"

Ye Shuimo blinked at her, not understanding the meaning behind her words. She slowly stopped stroking her scalp.

Ao Xue held her face and said softly, "Auntie loves you the most in this world, far more than your mother. So, you must not abandon Auntie when you grow up."

Ye Shuimo nodded, as if she understood something. "Alright."

"Come, let's see what kind of present Auntie brought you!" Ao Xue happily took out something from her pocket. It was glittering with a golden light. It was the brooch of a cherry blossom petal.

She helped her put them on and looked at them from far away. Feeling extremely satisfied, she pulled on Ye Shuimo's hand. "Come on, it's getting late. Auntie will accompany you to sleep."

Ye Shuimo was lying on her side on the bed, and Ao Xue was patting her back every time, humming a little tune.

"Lotus leaves by the pond and river."

"Mommy is carrying a small basket on her back."

"The baby is giggling in the basket."

"The basket bent her mother's back."

"Auntie, I miss mom. Why isn't mom coming?" Ye Shuimo asked while still in a daze.

The voice that was singing the nursery rhyme slowed down, but it continued to pat its back, "Because your mother loves your brother even more."

"Nope." Ye Shuimo blinked sleepily, her voice drifting. "Mom loves me the most."

Ao Xue chuckled. "If I love you the most, how can I make you come back first and bring your brother back with you?"

"Nope." Ye Shuimo muttered.

Ao Xue patted her shoulder and said softly, "There's still a lot of time left. You'll know who loves you the most. Sleep."0

After Ye Shuimo's birthday, Ye Miao didn't bring up the plan again. However, Ding Yiyi was more concerned about the child's mental health, so she took the time to talk with the child every day.

Today, Ye Miao and Ye Shuimo were at home watching TV, which was playing their favorite detective series.

On television, a prisoner disguised as a woman asked the police, "How did you find me?"

"There's enough in this room to prove your identity."

He pointed to the position of the dressing mirror. "Women who like make-up don't put the dressing mirror in the least conspicuous place. "Also, although you are petite, your walking posture is really …"

Someone was imitating the criminal as he walked. Ye Shuimo was laughing at his comical appearance.

"Miss." Madame Meng appeared. "It's better not to watch cartoons everyday. Let's go, Grandma is waiting for you to take a walk."

Since a week ago, when Madame Meng mentioned that Ye Shuimo wanted to take a walk with her grandma, Fu Fengyi was extremely happy. She kept praising Ye Shuimo for being so obedient.

Madame Meng glanced at Ye Miao. Ye Miao's face was expressionless as he stared at the TV screen.

Walking with Fu Fengyi was something she had overheard Ye Miao say. It just so happened that his room's door was ajar that day. Voices could be heard from inside, possibly talking to Sofia or Madam. This was not the main point, the main point was the content of the words.

"Grandmother isn't in good health. I want to take her for a walk every day. If she's in a good mood, she might like me."

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