2092: C2092 Wealthy Marriage 2019

C2092 Wealthy Marriage 2019

Ye Nianmo still bit her lips a bit as if he was addicted to it, so he just hugged her and moved her around.

The two of them had been together for many years, and their gazes and actions were enough to see each other's emotions. Ding Yiyi could feel that his mind was a little unsettled, as if he was seeking some sort of comfort.

In the latter half of the night, Ding Yiyi woke up to the emptiness around her. When she opened her eyes, she found that there was no one on the bed and the bed sheets were rather cold.

The floor lamp outside the balcony was turned on, Ye Nianmo was smoking with the balcony door closed. Hearing the door open, he subconsciously put out the cigarette before turning around.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, because you're not here, and I can't sleep either."

Ding Yiyi looked at the cigarette butt on the floor. "How did you manage to smoke so many cigarettes without the scent of smoke on your body?"

Ye Nianmo smiled, "Don't smoke often. After you smoke, go take a shower and brush your teeth. Only after you've removed all the smoke smell from your body will you be touched."

"This is a good move," she said, smiling as she changed the subject. "Do you have something on your mind?"

Ye Nianmo pulled him to a seat and said, "About Derek."

Derek? It had been a long time since he'd heard about this man. If it wasn't for him, there wouldn't be Ye Miao.

"Sleep," Ye Nianmo got up and pulled them into the room. As soon as he laid back down on the bed, Ding Yiyi felt her lips soften. The request in the dark came quickly and dry. Soon, both of them were immersed in another kind of happiness.

The next day, Ding Yiyi went to the company. The company had been listed for two years, and its profits were not good. Ding Yiyi also brought a few designers with her.

As soon as she arrived at the office, she started working. She heard a dispute outside and went out to find Qian Wei arguing with a female colleague.

"What's going on? We're still at work, and you two are arguing right now?" Ding Yiyi looked at Qian Wei, "You are an old employee, you first."

Qian Wei said coldly, "I've already told you that the 355 yuan that she deducted from her salary is due to being more than 5 times late. The results of the system always have fingerprints on it. Don't quarrel with me."

That employee said in an aggrieved manner, "I have a fingerprint. The other colleagues saw it that day. There's a problem with the machine. You clearly chose me because I said your bag was fake and there's no sales at home."

"Is my bag fake? You only earn 4,000 yuan a month, so you can tell that my bag is fake! " Qian Wei huffed and puffed.

"Enough!" Was there a need to quarrel in the office about such a thing? Like what? Since there are employees who have seen it, they might as well ask around. If it really is a problem with the card printing machine, then we will return the money as per the number. "

Qian Wei's face turned red. She suddenly stomped her feet and said, "I'm done for!"

Everyone looked at each other as she ran back into the office. She grabbed her bag and rushed out again. For a moment, no one knew what to do.

Ding Yiyi was also confused by this ridiculous farce. She had just returned to her office when she found a foreign phone number. It looked like it was a long distance international call.

She called back and the call connected. "Hello, it's Ding Yiyi."

"Ashima?"

She hung up immediately, but the phrase "Ashima" remained in her mind. There was only one person who could call her by that name, and only one memory she did not want to recall.

She seemed to know that she would not pick up the phone again, so she did not call back. She relaxed and lay back, thinking that her forgotten memories had returned to her mind.

At that time, when she went to find Ao Xue at Dubai, she was brought to Dubai by international traffickers.

At first, she pretended to be the bride to hide safely in Derek's manor, but everything became messy afterwards. In order to get revenge, Derek tied her up when she was sick with appendicitis, causing her to be unable to have her own child for the rest of her life.

How could he not hate him? Of course she hated him. Even if she still had deep feelings for Ye Miao as a mother and son, she had no way to explain her Ye Family. With no empress dowager, this matter would forever leave her feeling guilty.

Crap, the other party couldn't be targeting Ye Miao. She immediately called Ye Miao. Although she didn't say it directly, she also indirectly asked if anyone called him. After getting a negative answer, she felt a lot more at ease.

Uruk, Ye Miao put down his phone, then looked at the tall and sturdy man beside him, "Why does he want to see me?"

"He's been paying attention to you. He knows you're a computer expert, so you should know what happened back then, even if your mother hid it from us."

"She didn't hide anything." Ye Miao said coldly, "When you don't have a grasp of the real situation, I refuse to let you guess her."

The other party no longer mentioned Ding Yiyi. Instead, they changed the topic. "He wants to see you. Your father wants to see you."

"But I don't want to see him. I have nothing to say to him."

"Don't you want to know what happened that time? Something that even your mother didn't know about."

Ye Miao focused his gaze on him and said coldly, "That's not what you want to say."

After the person had left, the Grand Preceptor walked in. "Did the communication go smoothly?"

Ye Miao: "I will be gone for a while."

The Grand Tutor: "You are not going back for a while, but you are going back to China with your parents."

The latter nodded. "I promised him that I would return home to help my sister secure her position in the company until the day I gained my true freedom."

"You are a free child, you don't need to waste so much time on things you don't like. Otherwise, how are you different from those ordinary people who are bound by the world's rules?"

"I'm not any different from these people. My mother felt suffering because she couldn't give Ye Family an heir, and the only thing I could do was to help her biological daughter stabilize the company's position. This is my responsibility."

The Grand Preceptor no longer tried to persuade him. He knew that all persuasion was meaningless, and the teenager in front of him had a firm will. "One day, you will experience the benefits of power. If you need any help from the organization, you can say so."

Ye Miao left for Dubai. He didn't tell anyone, but when he got off the plane, a black car was already waiting at the door.

The golden carriage was completely covered in gold foil. Sensing his gaze, the visitor explained, "There is only one car in the world, designed by the chief designer of Mercedes-Benz."

Ye Miao didn't say anything. After he sat inside, he closed his eyes and stopped talking. The person who came to pick him up also didn't open his mouth and just drove obediently.

After an hour, they left the bustling city area and the surrounding greenery started to increase. Ye Miao opened his eyes and looked at the row of luxury cars parked on the open space outside the window.

It had been a long time since anyone had driven these luxury cars. Their bodies were covered in a layer of dust, counting around ten cars.

"Master likes cars a lot. These are things he once liked." When the driver saw where his gaze landed, he began to introduce them.

The driver secretly looked at the boy behind him and thought to himself that the boy's appearance was completely different from that of the lord, so much so that he might even be a little better than the lord. If he said that the boy was the lord's son, no one would believe him.

In the luxurious European style manor, the maids stood in two rows and bowed when they saw the car stop: "Young master."

Ye Miao got off the car and walked into the living room where a fat white woman was standing. The woman smiled and said, "Master, please take a rest. Master is recuperating and will come to see you immediately after the time is up."

The servant quickly served the red wine while the woman stood behind Ye Miao. Whenever he moved, she would look at him with an inquiring look.

A moment later, the elevator that faced the living room opened and a wheelchair came out. The man in the wheelchair was skinny and was wearing only a nightgown. Behind him stood a muscular man.

The father and son duo looked at each other, but neither of them showed any signs of being excited. Derek silently sized up the handsome youth in front of him and said, "You are very similar to Ye Nianmo."

"I'm like myself." Ye Miao answered, "I'm already here. Tell me, what happened?"

"Don't be impatient." Derek smiled. His dull face didn't look any better because of this smile. On the contrary, it had an aged feeling to it.

"I want to be alone with young master." When he opened his mouth, the servants immediately flocked away, leaving only the fat white maid behind to look at him worriedly.

The two of them got into the elevator and went directly to the highest floor. When he opened the door, he saw Ye Miao struggling to operate the wheelchair. Ye Miao wanted to help, but the driver waved him away and walked out.

This was the rooftop. The wind was strong and he could see the scenery very far away. He could see the entire view of the manor.1

Ye Miao looked at the back of the man in front of him. He thought he would at least have a slight mood fluctuation, but he didn't. Looking at his own father, his mood was so calm that it could not be reckoned with.

He believed that the other party felt the same way. It could be seen that the two of them did not hold any great surprise or anticipation towards each other's appearance.

"This is my villa, it has just been appraised this year and is worth 1.2 billion" "That's lavender, I planted it for your mother. The soil here isn't suitable for growing lavender, and a large patch of it will die in a week, so you have to fly the flowers over here and plant them again so that the flowers can stay in bloom forever."

He took a deep breath. "What would your mother think of that strong scent of lavender?"

"She will find it difficult, and needless concern will be a burden to her." Ye Miao said.

The person who was taking deep breaths turned his head to look at him. His deep blue eyes were filled with complicated emotions. Suddenly, he said, "You and Ye Nianmo are more and more similar, so I hate you even more."

With that, he pushed the wheelchair back and the two of them returned to the hall. The chubby maid appeared again, "Master, we can eat now."

The typical western style meal was served at the table. Derek said, "The lamb chops made by this master are pretty good, you can try it. If you don't like it, I'll get someone else to make you some Chinese food."

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