1811: C1811 Wealthy Marriage 1738

C1811 Wealthy Marriage 1738

The wind was so strong that everyone had no choice but to squint their eyes. When they saw who it was, Ding Yiyi shouted happily, "Miao."

Ye Miao's body grew very fast and his face also gradually grew wider. His beauty was no less than Hai Ziyu's, and he instantly became the focus of everyone.

Everyone was guessing who the person riding on the helicopter suddenly arrived, and what kind of relationship it had with Ye Family.

He saw the gorgeous young man walk up to the main character. "Mom."

Mom? Oh right, Ye Family had once adopted a child. Isn't the genes too good? Anyone could pick up such a good gene with a single glance with their Ye Family.

Ye Miao didn't care much about these naked gazes. He walked up to Ding Yiyi and said with a voice that was unique to a teenager, "Sorry for being late."

Black lines appeared on his forehead as he thought about the old man chasing after him with the helicopter. If it wasn't for the sake of hiding, he wouldn't have taken a detour.

"Son!" Ding Yiyi gave him a big hug and stepped back. "Darling son, your mom is really happy to be able to come back. It's a pity that your sister is sleeping."

"It doesn't matter." Ye Miao thought of that talkative little sister and suddenly felt that it was funny. If she was here, she would probably say it for the whole night.

As the crowd whispered and saw Ye Nianmo approaching, they stopped talking at the same time.

Seeing the two of them kissing me, he raised his eyebrows. "Aren't adolescent boys supposed to resist their mothers' embrace?"

Ye Miao glanced at him, "Sorry to disappoint you."

It seemed that the relationship between the father and son wasn't that bad. It wasn't rumored that the person the Ye Family doted on the child was Ye Shuimo, but his attitude towards this adoption wasn't very good. He was even sent abroad at such a young age and didn't even give his name to his ancestor.

Everyone had their own thoughts, but Ye Family didn't care about it at all. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Nianmo gave Ding Yiyi a mansion worth 1.7 billion yuan in Italy.

Someone recognized that this was the house where the news had spread like wildfire for the past few days. The title only mentioned that a Chinese businessman had bought the house, but did not expect it to be Ye Group.

Without a doubt, everyone present was a bit envious of a woman with such a good life like Ding Yiyi.

Hai Ziyu found Ye Miao and the two siblings walked to the corner. She couldn't wait to ask Siwen Bing about the news.

"I don't know. If he didn't want to be found, then he would have had the ability to stay hidden for so long." Ye Miao could not bear to see his sister, who loved him dearly since she was young, sad. "I will work hard to find you."

"What are you looking for, Miao? A girlfriend? " A hearty voice came from behind. Mo Xiaojun walked in front of the two and said, "You have both grown taller."

Ever since she lost her son, Hai Qingqing had been reluctant to appear in the public eye. This time, she appeared out of the ordinary and looked at the two of them lovingly.

"Uncle." Ye Miao answered seriously, "I'm not looking for a girlfriend."

"Miao, don't worry about it. Your uncle is such a impudent person." The more Hai Qingqing saw, the more she felt that this child was very similar to Ye Nianmo. She sighed in her heart.

Mo Xiaojun's eyes lit up when he saw Ding Yiyi. He held Hai Qingqing's hand and walked towards her.

"Hello." Ding Yiyi hurriedly greeted Ye Chuyun's parents. She had always been apologetic towards them.

Hai Qingqing held Mo Xiaojun's arm and said gently, "We went to Chuyun's cemetery to have a look. Did you send the flowers?"

Ding Yiyi nodded silently. Her eyes were a little sore. Even the mention of Ye Chuyun was enough to make her sad.

"You're being considerate." Hai Qingqing said softly, "It's because he doesn't have any good fortune."

"Stop talking." Mo Xiaojun patted the back of Hai Qingqing's hand, "Today is a day to be happy about."

Hai Qingqing hastily turned her head to wipe her tears away. "That's right, look at how I am."

Ding Yiyi hastened to comfort them. The white-haired man had already suffered a great deal from sending away the black-haired man, and they must have suffered even more than she did.

The phone suddenly rang to break the atmosphere of grief at the scene. Ding Yiyi looked at the caller ID, apologized to Hai Qingqing and Mo Xiaojun, then turned around and left.

The cruise ship was already in the middle of the river with a yacht at the end. Dong Qing easily used a soft ladder to climb onto the cruise ship.

"Happy Birthday."

"Thank you."

Just a moment ago, he was secretly hurt because of Ye Chuyun. Now that he saw Ye Chuyun's face again, his heart couldn't help but be disturbed. Even Dong Qing noticed the difference. "What happened?"

"Nothing, let's play together." Ding Yiyi gathered her thoughts.

"No, I just wanted to see you." He took a box out of his pocket. "I know what you want, and he'll give it to you. A little elephant bit it out of me when I was in South Africa for your birthday."

Ding Yiyi picked it up and saw that it was a round purple pearl. It was hard to tell what material it was made of, but it was very pretty.

"Yiyi? It's you? "

Mo Xiaojun walked up and stared straight at Dong Qing, while Hai Qingqing rushed over while crying, "Chuyun."

Dong Qing was caught unprepared by the noblewoman in front of him. When she shouted out Ye Chuyun's name, he already knew that he was wrong.

The small figure in his embrace was trembling, and the most direct sorrow was directed at him, making him unable to bear to refuse.

Mo Xiaojun had met Dong Qing before, so he was able to come back to his senses. He knew that this child was not his, but Hai Qingqing was obviously not.

When she saw someone so similar to her own child again, she was so excited that she couldn't listen to a single word.

"Lil 'Qing, this isn't Chuyun. Let go of him first."

"His name is Dong Qing." Ding Yiyi followed to explain.

Hai Qingqing was a very rational person, but this time, she refused to let go. "My child, Chuyun, Mommy has always been thinking about you."

"Auntie, let me help you rest. I'm not leaving." Dong Qing suddenly said.

Mo Xiaojun and Ding Yiyi looked at him gratefully. Hai Qingqing had obviously gotten the upper hand and refused to let go.

Ye Nianmo had also arrived at the guest room on the cruise ship. When he heard that Dong Qing had accompanied Hai Qingqing, he could only sigh. Who told the two of them to look so similar?

"Yiyi, you know Dongqing?" Mo Xiaojun asked.

She nodded. "A friend."

Mo Xiaojun was a bit anxious. He wanted to say something, but he didn't have the nerve to. Seeing Dong Qing come in, he quickly went to welcome her.

"Auntie is asleep." Dong Qing said, giving Ding Yiyi a look before preparing to leave.

"Child." Mo Xiaojun caught up to him, "I've troubled you. Can you stay a little longer?"

Ding Yiyi could not bear to hear this request, but she had no reason to let Dong Qing stay.

"Alright." For the first time ever, Dong Qing agreed. "It's too late today. When Auntie gets a good rest tomorrow, I'll treat Auntie to a meal."

"Good, good, good." Mo Xiaojun said three good words at once.

Dong Qing looked meaningfully at Ding Yiyi. "There's no need to be polite. As long as Yiyi wants to do it, I will satisfy her."

"A cigarette?" Ye Nianmo suddenly said.

On the deck of the ship, people were enjoying themselves, and the two of them walked in silence, one after the other, up to the third level, where the sounds below were no longer audible.1

"They are Ye Chuyun's parents." Ye Nianmo stared at him. "No matter what you do, you are not allowed to attack them."

Dong Qing leaned against the railing. "Now, it's them who want something from me. I don't care. It's fine if they don't show up." He paused for a moment, and then said with a faint smile, "Tell me, are they on my side or yours?"

Just as he finished speaking, an arm passed across his chest, tightly pressing him against the railing. "You have a good estimation, your face determines that I really don't want to do anything to you, but I don't want to replace it."

"Oh?" Dong Qing laughed: "Looks like Ye Chuyun is the death point for the entire Ye Family?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything bad. Even if I have to capture her heart, I will do it in a way that won't hurt her."

He looked at him and said softly, "Have you ever thought that maybe God gave her a chance to choose again, and that's why he sent me to her?"

Ye Nianmo let go of his hands. There was uncontrollable anger in his eyes, but it was undeniable that he had mentioned his fatal weakness.

"Ye Chuyun fell in love with her, and Dong Qing fell in love with her. Perhaps this is fate. She will definitely belong to this face." Dongqing sounded very confident.

"You know Yiyi very well." Ye Nianmo laughed.

Dong Qing raised an eyebrow, filled with confidence. "Naturally."

"Then you should understand how much she loves me. Even if she lost her memory, she fell in love with me again."

Ye Nianmo put one cigarette on the railing, lit another, took a deep breath and walked downstairs.

Dongqing held the cigarette in her hand and played with it. Her eyes became profound.

The next day, Mo Xiaojun found Ding Yiyi and hoped that she would be able to attend the meeting together with him. "After all, you know him. I think it might be better if you were here."

Facing his expectant gaze, Ding Yiyi agreed immediately, and accompanied the two of them to their meeting.

Dong Qing decided to go to one of the famous afternoon teahouses in the Dongjiang City. Seeing that a few people had arrived, she passionately picked up a menu: "Thinking that uncle and aunt should be from Dongjiang City, with a light taste, so I chose the lighter ones. Take a look."

Hai Qingqing had been looking at him the whole time, her eyes filled with love. How could there be someone who resembled him so much?

"Thank you, Dongqing." Mo Xiaojun also sighed. He couldn't help but call out his name to remind himself that the person in front of him wasn't his son, but someone else who looked a lot like his son.

Dong Qing looked at Ding Yiyi. "I know you like spicy dishes, so I ordered chicken feet for you. No garlic, no ginger."

Hai Qingqing was slightly startled. "You guys are very familiar with each other."

"Yes, a friend." Ding Yiyi explained.

Hai Qingqing and Mo Xiaojun didn't say anything else. They were happily enjoying their afternoon tea. Hai Qingqing continued to give Dong Qing food, which was accepted by the others. They seemed to be family.

Halfway through the meal, Hai Qingqing wanted to go to the washroom. Ding Yiyi accompanied her there, leaving only Mo Xiaojun and Dong Qing.

"You and Yi Yi are very close friends, right?" The person in front of him was looking at Ding Yiyi the same way he looked at Xia Yihan. The look in his eyes was burning hot.

"I like her."

Mo Xiaojun was silent, "She's married."

"I know, the focus right now is not on marriage, but on her heart."

Mo Xiaojun sighed, "After Chuyun got his terminal illness, he insisted on going back to her side. He said that even if he dies, he must stay by her side."

"I've already made up my mind." Dong Qing's gaze was gentle. "Perhaps both she and I have been poisoned by a poison called Ding Yiyi."

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