1843: C1843 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1770

C1843 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1770

At Ding Family Great Mansion, it sat quietly in an alley. The domesticated pug had always been barking at him from the side.

The door wasn't locked, and one could still smell the faint scent of the soup after entering the room.

He walked up the stairs and stopped at the foot of the stairs. On top of the door, his legs were lightly swaying.

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Ding Yiyi anxiously grabbed the nurse and asked, "Can I ask if someone was sent here?"

The nurse looked at her strangely. There were a lot of people who were sent here every day, so how could she know who was who?

"Yiyi." Ye Nianmo walked slowly towards her with an expressionless face.

Ding Yiyi heaved a sigh of relief. "I came over as soon as I received your call. What's wrong with dad?" Falling or what? "

Ye Nianmo didn't say anything. He put his hands on her shoulders and said in a deep voice, "You have to listen to me calmly."

She looked at him and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but push his arm. "Why are you blocking this place? I need to go see him quickly."

"Yiyi." Ye Nianmo hugged her, "Don't think too much, don't think too much."

Ding Yiyi's body trembled violently. "What are you talking about? I'm going to see dad. He even said he made me a soup."

Tears flowed down his face without any warning. His mind was blank as he subconsciously murmured, "I want to see my father."

Suddenly, she became agitated again, and started beating Ye Nianmo's back with all her might, "Why are you holding me? I'm going to see my dad."

Ye Nianmo hugged her tightly and kept saying, "I will pass, I will definitely pass."

Ding Yiyi fainted. When she woke up, her hands were still being held.

Ye Nianmo kissed the back of her hand and pushed away the hair on her forehead. "Do you feel better?"

"Why?" She looked up at the ceiling, her heart so empty that she didn't even notice the tears.

Ye Nianmo's heart ached, but he had no choice but to open his mouth, "Suicide, hanging."

"Enough is enough." Ding Yiyi was trembling from head to toe as she desperately hid in her blanket, trying to avoid this topic.

A heart-wrenching cry came from under the quilt. Ye Nianmo stood next to her and his heart was in pain with her.

Fingernails digging into flesh and blood, hateful to the extreme! If he had discovered this earlier, perhaps such a thing wouldn't have happened!

He walked out of the room and hit the wall with his fists. The nurse quickly stepped forward to stop him.

Ding Yiyi cried all afternoon, Ye Nianmo accompanied her all afternoon, both of them broke their hearts all afternoon.

As usual, Dong Qing went to find Ding Dacheng to play chess with him at Ding Family. When the doors to the Ding Family were wide open and the neighbours gathered in twos and threes to talk about Ding Dacheng being moved to an ambulance, he knew that things were bad.

Arriving at the hospital, he pushed the door open and entered. The person on the bed had fallen asleep, and there were still undried tears at the corners of his eyes.

Ye Nianmo looked up, "I injected a sedative."

Dong Qing's heart sank. "Really? Nothing else?"

"Take care of her for me." Ye Nianmo stood up.

On the rooftop of the hospital, he smoked cigarettes one by one. His lungs were burning, and he finished smoking all the cigarettes in one hour.

After extinguishing the last bit of light, he took out his phone, "Chu Qing, can I trouble you with something in the next few days?"

Ding Dacheng was dead, and Ding Yiyi knew that she had no father. At night, the moonlight shone on the sickbed, and his eyes, which had been crying all day, became extremely dry.

She sat up, her body so soft that she didn't have any strength left. On the chair, Ye Nianmo's head was slightly lowered, and his chest was moving up and down.

Ding Yiyi pulled down the blanket from the bed and covered him with it. Then, she slowly walked to the door.

Not long ago, she had sent her grandmother away from this hospital, and now that she had sent her father away, she remembered the location of the mortuary very clearly.

On the first underground floor of the hospital, in a place where sunlight never penetrated, there was a long corridor and a greyish white wall that exuded a sinister aura.

In the mortuary, someone was busy. Tomorrow, someone would come to retrieve the corpse. Some family members would let the funeral home's makeup artist first make up the corpse to make it easier to leave.

Ding Yiyi looked through the glass at the scene inside. Cold air came out from the crack under the door and hit her feet. It was extremely cold.

The hand holding the doorknob was shaking, and the tears were pouring down his face.

A hand came from the side and covered the back of her hand tightly. Ye Nianmo helped her pull it away.

The man inside nodded after hearing their request. He then took out a row of freezers and started identifying the serial number.

"Here." The staff looked at Ding Yiyi sympathetically and said in a kind manner, "He is already considered quite well. He doesn't have any external injuries."

Ding Yiyi sobbed and gasped. She slowly walked to the freezer, closed her eyes and opened them again. When she opened them again, she could not bear to watch any longer and hastily closed her eyes.

The man in the freezer had his eyes closed. His eyebrows were covered in ice, and his face was pale and serene.

Ding Yiyi remembered her father sleeping like this when she was young. It was quiet and his sleeping posture was very good.

"Did he suffer when he left?"

"The empty bottle of sleeping pills must have taken a lot of them." Ye Nianmo answered softly, "The doctor said that the person who hangs himself is almost unconscious and won't suffer too much pain."

She nodded and closed the freezer with her own hands. "I know," she said. "He thought he'd hurt his grandmother, so he was depressed. I was worried and scared, but I didn't think he'd really abandon me."

When he spoke again, he was already sobbing, "I really miss him. I really miss him."

"I know." Ye Nianmo hugged her and wished that he could massage her into his bones and blood.

After Ye Chuqing received Ye Shuimo's Ye Family, she rushed to the hospital with Hai Zhuoxuan anxiously. Only then did she find out that Ding Yiyi had already returned to Ding Family.

Now that everyone had thought about it, Ding Yiyi would inevitably feel pained and pained and she wouldn't dare to continue chasing after Ding Family.

That night, Ye Bo returned home very late. His eyes were filled with fatigue as he hugged Soong Mengjie when she was already asleep for the first time.

"What's wrong?" Soong Mengjie sat up and looked at the clock. "It seems to be getting late?"

She stood up. "Have you eaten? I'll get you a cup of warm milk."

Ye Bo untied his tie, "Uncle Ding died."

Soong Mengjie froze, unable to react in time. "What did you say?" I didn't hear you. "

"Uncle Ding is dead." Ye Bo sighed, "Suicide."

How could she just die like that? Soong Mengjie covered her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Why, why shouldn't I?"

She hurriedly went to the wardrobe to get her clothes. "She must be feeling very sad right now. I'll come over immediately."

Ye Bo pulled her back, "Don't go now, Young Master will always accompany her."

"How can this be?!" Soong Mengjie fell to the ground and whimpered, "We just had a meal together not too long ago, how could it be like this?"

Ye Bo was speechless. Perhaps at that time, Ding Dacheng had already thought of death. He planned to use this method to end his own life and atone for his sins when his wife died.

As the night passed, all the neighbors who passed by the Ding Family peeked inside. Occasionally, children who wanted to go to school would be scolded by their parents to let their children walk faster.

Ye Nianmo and Ding Yiyi didn't sleep all night, and he stayed with her, letting her cry, watching her cry and sleep and cry.

Suddenly, Ding Yiyi stood up and walked towards the kitchen with stiff footsteps. He hurriedly followed her.

The kitchen was clean and there was a pot of soup on the gas stove. The soup had long since cooled down and was covered with a thin layer of white.

"Dad said that he heated up the soup for me and told me to remember to drink it. Because I was on my way, I always thought that I would arrive earlier, so I ignored him and didn't reply."

Ding Yiyi blinked her dry and sore eyes. "I should have answered him. At least thank him."

Ye Nianmo took a spoonful and stirred it, then put it under his nose and sniffed, "It's not bad."

Ten minutes later, the fragrance of the ribs once again filled the room, and the pug next door, once again, took in the scent and continued barking. Not long later, a woman rushed out the door and took away the dog that was tied to the door.

There was a lot of yam in the silk-white soup. After a whole night of soaking, the yam was already very soft. It immediately broke into two pieces as soon as it was picked up.

The familiar taste melted in his mouth, and bean-sized tears fell into the soup. Ding Yiyi cried as she stuffed hot soup and ribs into her mouth.

"Eat slowly." Ye Nianmo's heart ached. Seeing that she didn't care about her life anymore, her mouth was full and her lips were already burning red. He couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he moved the bowl away, "Let it cool down before eating."

Ding Yiyi's cheeks were trembling and her face was in a sorry state, mixed with her tears.

"Hm." A burst of sour air came from her throat as she lowered her head and vomited.

Soup and water were all over the place. Ye Nianmo gently patted her back and said, "It will be fine."

Ding Yiyi, her face covered in tears, suddenly saw another letter lying on the ground beside the tea table.

The letter was wrapped in brown paper with Ding Dacheng's handwriting on it, "Yiyi, Nianmo."

"Yiyi, Nianmo. When I understood this letter, it proved that I had already gone to find Yi Yi's mother. I wanted to do this decades ago, but Yi Yi was still young then, so I couldn't leave peacefully.

I know I'm not a good father, and I know my child must be in pain after I leave, but I still have to say I'm sorry.

Child, because your father is not well, it will be difficult for you to stay in the Ye Family. Dad always told you that a person is responsible for doing something wrong, and you can't shirk it for one reason or another.

This is how dad admits his wrongs, so the child hopes that you will not feel sad and live the rest of your life bravely. "

Ding Yiyi turned the pages and said with a trembling voice, "Nianmo, I'll be counting on you. It was because she met you that I was able to leave peacefully. As long as it was you, she would definitely be happy again."

Ye Nianmo clenched his fist and said softly, "I will."

When Ding Dacheng was buried, everyone from Ye Family came over. Together, Ye Zimo and Xia Yihan silently offered a bunch of fresh flowers for the tombstone.

This kind of atonement was too heavy, and no one could withstand it. Ye Family and Ding Family, it was already hard to say who would actually owe whom.

With Madame Meng holding Ye Shuimo's hand, she finally understood what it meant to leave. This time she kept crying.

There were three figures approaching from afar. Lee Yixuan, Zhu Dan and Ye Miao walked over in silence.

Ye Miao looked at his haggard mother and felt extremely sad. He was indeed still too weak and was unable to protect those he wanted to protect.

"Big brother." A chubby figure came out from the side. He was unable to dodge in time and was thrown into the air.2

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