1960: C1960 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1887

C1960 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1887

Ao Xue shook her head at her. "Don't be sad, that child might not be fated with Ye Family. If possible, I don't want to see her suffer like this."

Ding Yiyi's heart skipped a beat. That's right. Right now, she was forcefully keeping Cui Ying's life. Was she suffering for Cui Ying?

"The last time I saw her, she was screaming about how her body was hurting. At such a young age, she had to suffer from all kinds of injuries. I might as well just let her leave."

Ao Xue burst into tears as she finished her sentence, unable to continue any further. She declined to go home first.

At Ye Family, when the servant saw her, he hastily asked, "How is Miss Cui?"

She shook her head. "Where's Shuimo?"

"In Miss Cui Ying's room."

"Don't let her go to Cui Ying's room in the future!"

Looking at how the people who were originally calm suddenly became furious, the expenses were a little hard to understand.

Ao Xue rushed up to the second floor, pushed open Cui Ying's door, and pulled Ye Shuimo out of her room, who was currently reading a book in Cui Ying's room.

"Aunt Ao Xue?"

"Shuimo, Auntie wants you to promise me not to enter this room ever again."

Ao Xue dragged her into the bathroom, told her to take off all her clothes, and threw them in a corner, bundled them into a ball.

"Why?"

"It's because Lil Sis Cui Ying knows that you will be very sad and angry if you randomly enter her room." Ao Xue coaxed, helping her bathe. "Promise me you won't ever run into that room again."

Ye Shuimo could feel the terror on the faces of the people in front of her. She nodded, her tight nails almost digging into her arms.

Ao Xue heaved a sigh of relief before her expression became warm.

When Ding Yiyi came back, the Fei servant told her that Ao Xue had lost her temper with Ye Shuimo and had her clothes thrown away.

Although Ding Yiyi felt it was a little strange, she also felt that it was understandable.

Cui Ying's illness was so severe that Ye Nianmo didn't even have the time to arrange her to be treated overseas. In just two months, she had collapsed due to respiratory failure and became so skinny that her ribs could be clearly seen from lying down. She could only take nutrition serum to maintain her health every day.

The doctor's opinion was not very optimistic, and everyone in Ye Family knew about it.

When they were preparing for chemotherapy one day, Cui Ying, who had been cooperating very well, suddenly struggled and cried.

The nurse called Ding Yiyi, who immediately rushed over to see the child crying bitterly.

"What's wrong? "My little darling, you won't be well without treatment." Ding Yiyi said in heartache.

The man just looked up at her with tears in his eyes. The oxygen mask covered half of her face.

Ding Yiyi motioned for the paramedics to remove the oxygen mask and found that Cui Ying's face was riddled with scars from wearing an oxygen mask for a long time.

"Don't you want chemotherapy?"

"Right."

"But do you know that it won't be good if you don't heal, and that you'll go to another world?"

"Got it."

"That world is completely different from this one. There are no toys, no aunts, and probably no houses."

"Is there a God?"

Ding Yiyi was at a loss for words. She did not know how to answer this question, nor did she know whether there was a God or not.

"Yes."

Ye Nianmo walked into the room and put his hands on Ding Yiyi's shoulders. He bent down to catch Cui Ying's gaze, "There is a benevolent God, you are a good kid, God will like you a lot."

Cui Ying smiled, her teeth chattering from the change of teeth. "I will wait for you there, and one day I will see you, and when you come, I will run faster than anyone, so that you can see me at once."

Ding Yiyi was already sobbing uncontrollably. She stood up and hurried towards the door.

Ye Nianmo spoke slowly, "Alright, then you must practice your running. Otherwise, we won't be able to find you."

Outside the door, Ding Yiyi bit her lower lip, not daring to cry. She was worried that the child inside the door would hear her.

When the door opened, she subconsciously turned her head to wipe her tears. Ye Nianmo turned her head to the right and helped her wipe away her tears. The two of them looked at each other in silence.

Cui Ying had chosen to stop any chemotherapy. Ye Nianmo didn't take the money back, instead, he opened a public fund for leukemia on the spot. Children of the same age as Cui Ying can be treated for free after verification.

Cui Ying said she wanted to see the French pigeons, so Ding Yiyi took her there. Once again, Cui Ying took the plane, but her eyes were still filled with curiosity. Her eyes, which had become protruding due to her emaciation, kept staring at the sky.

Before the plane reached France, Cui Ying could not survive because of respiratory failure, and the doctors accompanying her could not do anything about it.

Cui Ying had been buried here, a place she thought she had failed to enter in the end. Ding Yiyi even had someone carve pigeons on the tombstone.

After returning to China, life had to continue, but she had never been to Cui Ying's room again.

A little more than a month later, Cui Ying's parents in the United States sent back all the necessary documents.

At first, the servant didn't want to give it to Ding Yiyi to avoid her getting into trouble, but then she quickly forgot about it and put it on the tea table in the living room.

Ding Yiyi happened to see this as she silently went up to the second floor with her documents.

No one had entered Cui Ying's room since her death, and that was how everyone avoided thinking about the poor girl.

When she opened the door, there was a strange smell in the air. She opened the window, pulled out a small chair from the table and sat down.

He placed the adoptive documents on the table and caressed every corner of the table, "Child, how are you doing? I'll come and see you when I'm done. The view of France is very nice, and you should like it very much. "

A wave of nausea suddenly swept over her and she frowned, covering her stomach as she waited for that wave of nausea to pass.

It took her a moment to recover, but her throat was dry. She stood up and fell back down.

Madame Meng was just passing by when she heard a loud noise in the room. It was only then that she noticed Ding Yiyi who had fainted.

In the room, the doctor finished examining Ding Yiyi and frowned. "There's nothing wrong. Madam, did you faint after a headache?"

Ding Yiyi nodded. "Yes, that's right."

"That's weird, there's nothing wrong with my body."

Knowing that Ding Yiyi had fainted, Ye Miao rushed back. Early in the morning, the happiest person was Sofia.

She had taken care of Ye Miao since she was young and had a deep affection for him, just like an elder sister.

Ye Miao had grown up. Although he had not been in the country for a long time, his temperament was still similar to Ye Nianmo.

"Where's Mom?"

"I was resting upstairs, but I didn't tell her you were coming back."

Ye Miao nodded and went upstairs. He passed by a room with pink paint on it. He had heard about the adoption of his sister, but unfortunately she had died of leukemia.

He stared at the door for a moment. There were footsteps behind him, and when she turned around, it was Ao Xue.

"You're back?" Ao Xue glanced at the pink door. "That's your other sister's room."

"Right." Ye Miao's voice was soft. He missed her and walked directly towards the master bedroom.

He had investigated Ao Xue before, but her past had been covered up by several layers of energy, including Ye Family.

However, from these clues, he could tell that this woman had made him unhappy. She had been like this since she was young.

Ding Yiyi was stunned for a moment when she saw Ye Miao, then she was overjoyed as she hugged him and touched him.

As soon as Ye Miao came home, Ye Nianmo was out of favour. Not only was Ding Yiyi sticking to Ye Miao every day, but even Ye Shuimo was.

At the table, Ye Nianmo gave Ding Yiyi a stewed prawn, "The prawn tastes pretty good today."

Ye Miao also picked up a stewed prawn and put it into her bowl. "Mom, eat prawns."

Ye Nianmo gave a green vegetable to Ding Yiyi, who came after him.

The father and son pair glared at each other, the chopsticks in their hands causing them to be in high spirits. Before long, Ding Yiyi had already piled up a pile of dishes in her plate.

"There are no more prawns." Ye Shuimo held onto her bowl, wanting to cry but had no tears.

The older the spicier, Ye Nianmo's chopsticks regularly reached into Ding Yiyi's plate. He gave the stewed prawns to Ding Yiyi and Ye Shuimo. He eliminated the other meat himself, leaving Ye Miao with a pot of green vegetables.

Sofia laughed and said, "We're really on good terms with each other."

Knowing that Ding Yiyi would lose track of time once she started working, Liu took her coat and love to sleep. As soon as she arrived at the building, she saw a Land Rover parked in front of her building, with her license plate belonging to her family.

He was a step too late. In the office, Ding Yiyi was already drinking porridge and enjoying her son's heart-wrenching jacket.

Ye Miao's sharp eyes swept towards the door lightly as the corner of his mouth twitched.

President Ye had been robbed of his limelight by his son time and time again. He felt very displeased, so he could only win back his pride as a man through another method of bed.

However, although he really wanted to stay by his wife's side, because the time for Ye Group's quarterly work was up, he had to be there as an enterprise Person in Power.

At the dinner table, Ding Yiyi nodded her head in understanding. "Then you should hurry up and go. Don't waste time."

Although what he said sounded good and was the truth of the matter, why did Ye Nianmo feel so awkward?

"I want to go out too." Ye Miao also spoke up.

Ding Yiyi immediately turned to look at him, "Is it at home? How many days? Be careful outside. "

President Ye Yu, who felt the difference in treatment, was dead.

The two of them were even faster than Ding Yiyi had expected. After dinner, they would leave at around seven in the evening.

Ding Yiyi stood at the door to greet Ye Miao. Ye Miao, who came to pick up the CEO, saw the dark expression on his CEO's face and thought that he was really jealous again.

"Nianmo, come over here for a bit." Ding Yiyi suddenly shouted.

Ye Nianmo slammed the car door with a dark expression, "Yeah, what's the matter?"2

"Come here for a moment." Ding Yiyi walked towards the inner wall of the door.

He followed, "Is there something you want to say?"

Ding Yiyi looked over to ensure that no one would see her from this angle. She then tiptoed to kiss his chin, "Be careful. Take care."

Ye Nianmo's eyes darkened. He pressed someone against the wall and kissed until the sky went dark.

When Ye Bo got in the car with his master, he clearly felt the subtle change in the mood of the person in the back seat. When he looked at his wife's slightly swollen lips, he understood.

"What are you looking at?" A voice filled with dissatisfaction and coercion came from the back.

He turned back to the rearview mirror and smiled. "Nothing, young master."

Ye Miao drove the car very fast, and the buildings on both sides of the road passed by very quickly. If Ding Yiyi knew that he had driven the car so fast that it flew up, she would probably be extremely worried.

Unbuttoning the tightly buttoned buttons at home and messing up his meticulous hair, he suddenly heard the sound of something smashing onto the ground as he was descending the hill.

When the Land Rover came to an emergency stop, he immediately turned around. The backseat was pitch black, and if he didn't listen carefully, he would probably think that he had misheard something.

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