1809: C1809 Wealthy Marriage 1736

C1809 Wealthy Marriage 1736

"Impossible." Zhu Dan was certain that she was no longer a child. She would not believe that she could replace the other party just because of a word or two of encouragement.

Feeling upset, she stood up and said, "I'm just friends with him. Today, I'm very happy to have afternoon tea with you. Goodbye."

Looking at her back, Ye Chuqing sighed. Perhaps neither she nor he had noticed it, but her eyes lit up when she said him. And he, Lee Yixuan, didn't like to talk so much to others unless that person held an important position in his heart.

When would the love that belonged to those two come?

Seeing that it was almost time, she thought that Ding Yiyi should be up, so she went to her uncle's house again. She pressed the doorbell, but there was no reply. Strange, could it be that she went out again.

Inside the door, Sofia was fidgety. "Young Master, someone is ringing the doorbell."

"I just want to know the truth." He placed the empty bottle on the table. "Who did it?"

Madame Meng's eyes rolled around as she sat there and asked, "What is this thing?"

"Young Master, I did it." Sofia suddenly said.

He squinted at her. "Then why refill the water?"

"This … I was just worried that I would be scolded by Young Master." Sofia's face was filled with fear. She didn't know that this medicine was so important that it could make her young master lose his temper.

Ye Nianmo leaned back, "Sofia, Ye Family do not require dishonest people."

This was already a clear declaration of dismissal, right? She bit her lower lip without uttering a single word.

"It's me." Ye Shuimo stood at the end of the stairs.

Sofia was getting anxious. "Miss, what are you doing down here?"

Ye Shuimo already knew how to discern other people's emotions from their faces. She ran to Sofia's side. "Sofia is right. Because we played hide and seek with each other, we broke the bottle. Sofiacai …"

Her voice trailed off as she said, "Dad, I'm sorry."

"Actually, I was also wrong, because I was the one who suggested playing hide and seek." Madame Meng spoke up at this moment.

At this moment, Ye Nianmo was thinking more. Ye Shuimo wouldn't lie, which meant that the liquid really flowed out. Then why did Ding Yiyi suddenly recover her memory? It was all a coincidence.

If no one was playing tricks on her, did she really recover her memories this time? It didn't seem to be that simple, but there was no clue.

Suddenly, a scream came from the second floor. Everyone was shocked and hurried upstairs.

Ding Yiyi was sitting on the bed. When she saw everyone enter, her eyes were a little dazed. Only when she saw Ye Nianmo did it turn into a bright light.

Ye Nianmo hugged her and noticed that she was wet all over. He could vaguely see something in her eyes. He turned around and said, "You guys go out."

Ye Shuimo wanted to stay here, but this was the first time she saw her father's sharp eyes. She didn't dare to act presumptuously and was dragged away by Madame Meng.

"Yiyi?"

"I remember."

His body trembled, his heart felt like it was being tossed and turned. She finally remembered, everything that had happened in the past, the good things, the sweet things, or the injurious ones.

Ding Yiyi — She's back.

She looked up at him again. "I remember everything. My mind is in a mess."

The memories rushed into her head like a tide. She recalled every single detail of what happened to her before she lost her memories. She did not dislike him because of some of the unpleasant memories. On the contrary, it was because of those memories that she discovered that she really loved him.

"Have a good rest." He didn't say anything, just kissed the top of her head. He needed to call Zhu Dan.

Ding Yiyi lay down obediently and closed her eyes to feel the tight blanket, the high air conditioning, a light kiss, and the door closing.

She opened her eyes once again and looked at the ceiling with a complicated expression. How could this be? She had actually forgotten that person, the person who would accompany her even in death — Ye Chuyun.

In the office, Ye Nianmo was talking to Zhu Dan.

"It doesn't matter. If someone were to suddenly remember so many things, they will more or less have some emotional fluctuations. They will be better off in the future."

"Alright."

Ye Nianmo hung up the phone and sat down on a chair with a sigh. He needed to calm down as well. He was definitely the first person to become agitated.

The feeling of sitting on pins and needles made him unable to sit still. Thus, he decided to get up and walk around the room. He would walk from one end to the other, and then return from the other.

This was all real. The real Ding Yiyi was back!

The Dongjiang City was raining again, and the dark clouds were pressing down heavily. It was depressing to look at, and the air was filled with water vapor and cold air.

There was only one car in cemetery parking lot, and the sound of rain hitting the roof of the car could be heard.

The original cemetery guard had resigned. He had saved up enough money and did not want to stay in this unlucky place any longer, so he changed to a new job.

The newcomer was a hunchbacked old man with bad eyes and no sense of responsibility. When the woman went in, he didn't even bother to say anything. He wrapped his jacket tightly around himself and took a sip of steaming hot tea.

The tea had run out. He stood up and walked over to the water dispenser. He pressed the red button while looking at the top of the white umbrella.

Come to see the ghost in the rain.

The rain fell on his arm, but his arm, which was already very cold, could no longer feel any coolness. The wind blew the umbrella slightly away from his head.

The withered flowers had left a brown mark on the tombstone after rotting, which was in stark contrast to the fresh flowers placed on the side.

Was the withered flower placed by Ding Yiyi, who had no amnesia? If it wasn't her, what was certain was that it was someone who was always concerned about him.

"I'm sorry, it's been so long since I've come to see you."

"I'm sorry, I forgot about you just like that."

Her tears fell like rain as she squatted on the ground and cried. It was hard to tell whether it was tears or rain on her face.

The picture on the tombstone remained the same. The dead person inside had a gentle smile, and the slightly raised eyes were always looking at her, as if they were troubled by her crying nose. They wanted to comfort her, but didn't know what to do.

"Yiyi!"

"Yiyi!"

A call came from not too far away. She looked into the distance with tears in her eyes, and her eyes suddenly widened.

Wasn't he the one walking in the rain? Eyes, nose, mouth, ears, even the posture of running.

It was him, the one who had always accompanied him, the one who would accompany him even if he died!

And she, had actually forgotten about him.

She stood up, threw away her umbrella, and rushed towards that person in a frenzy. She threw herself into that person's embrace, just in time to feel his heartbeat.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" She sobbed out her apology.

Dongqing saw Ding Yiyi's car halfway and drove very fast. Although she thought Ye Nianmo might be inside the car, she still couldn't help but keep up.

He was at a loss as to what to do. He allowed the person in his embrace to cry miserably. His gaze fell onto the tombstone. He understood what was going on when he saw the extremely familiar face.

So it was because of that person called Ye Chuyun. He was truly a lucky person. Even if he died, there were still people in this world that cared about him. Then, he wouldn't really disappear.

But what about him? If he died, would anyone care about him?

He looked down at the woman who was burping but unwilling to let go. He couldn't help but think, if it was her, would she be able to do it?

A white Bentley sped down the muddy road. Its body had already been splashed with mud. It was obvious how fast it was.

The car was parked in the security room, and the security guard saw a handsome man get out of the car, sighing over how so many people had visited on the first day of work.

"Did a woman ever come here?" Ye Nianmo was very anxious. He thought she was sleeping, but when he entered the room, he found a note.

"I'll go for a walk, don't worry."

How could he not be worried? The first thing he thought of was that she would come here and change into a car.

"Yes." The security guard said, "She left with another man half an hour ago. Maybe she's her husband."

Man? Was it him?

Ye Nianmo got into the car and went crazy in the other direction.

In the brand-new apartment building, Dongqing was holding a towel and a large t-shirt, but her face was twisted to the side and she didn't look at her. "Do you want to take a shower and change your clothes first? The t-shirt is new, I'm not wearing it."

Ding Yiyi took it embarrassedly. Due to the rain, her dress was stuck to her body and her Bra shape could be vaguely seen. She was also embarrassed.

She took the towel and clothes and walked to the bathroom. "Thank you, Dongqing," she said.

The corner of Dongqing's eyes twitched at this sentence. She happened to see her beautiful body wrapped in a wet dress, and couldn't help but gulp.

In the bathroom, Ding Yiyi covered her face. How could she mistake Dong Qing for Ye Chuyun?

They look so much like each other. Is this God's way to atone for his sins? Ye Chuyun had done too much for her, so he let Dong Qing get her compensation.

However, she had nothing to give Dongqing. If he wanted anything, she would give it to him.

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened and the smell of ginger soup caught her attention.

"If you're drenched in the rain, you'd better drink some ginger soup to dispel the cold. Otherwise, you'll catch a cold and will develop rheumatism in the future."

Dong Qing scooped up a bowl of ginger soup and passed it to her, teasing, "These clothes are rather fitting on you."

"Is … is it?" She lowered her head. The wide T-shirt was already up to her knees. It was almost like a skirt.

The two of them chatted about the affairs of heaven and earth in tacit understanding. Neither of them mentioned the tears or hugging in the rain.

"Sleep for a while. I'll send you back when the rain stops." Dong Qing said as she cleaned up the dishes.

Ding Yiyi did feel tired, so she nodded. "Thank you. Then I'll just go to the sofa and sleep for a while."

She lay down on the big, double sofa. Her eyes stung, but her mind was clear.

"Why don't you cover it with a blanket? The temperature is very low right now." Dong Qing muttered as she brought a coral blanket over.

When he shook off the blanket and was about to go down, Ben's eyes suddenly opened and he stared at him.

"Dong Qing." Because she had cried before, Ding Yiyi's voice carried a trace of a nasal tone and sounded very lazy.2

Dongqing felt like her heart had been grabbed, and her hands were unable to move. She could only listen to her voice with infatuation.

"What do you want? "Dong Qing?"

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