2245: C2245 Wealthy Marriage 2172

C2245 Wealthy Marriage 2172

"I seem to have fallen asleep just now." The butler whispered.

Ye Miao looked down at the skinny man condescendingly. Although the bed was big, he was curled up in the middle like a dried branch.

His face looked exactly the same as a man in the advanced stages of cancer, gaunt and lifeless, with sunken eye sockets and lips covered in an oxygen mask that were so pale that not even a speck of blood could be seen.

The skinny arms looked even more fragile in the wide silk pajamas, as if they could break at any moment. Suddenly, the arms moved, and then the wrinkled eyelids opened. His cloudy eyes were exposed.

The butler immediately went up and removed the breath mask under the directions of the owner. Derek was in good spirits and actually smiled at Ye Miao, "Coming."

"Right." Ye Miao replied.

He looked at the butler, "I feel a little hungry. Tell the kitchen to get some food."

The butler was ecstatic. Since half a month ago, Derek had difficulty eating anymore. He relied on nutrition agents to keep himself alive. It was great to be able to say that he was hungry on his own accord.

The steward happily went out. Ye Miao pursed his lips. This kind of appearance was called 'returning to the afterlife' in China.

"I'm very happy that you can still come. Your China has a very interesting saying, 'Nurturing children against old age, keeping the corpses of their sons after death.' Although I haven't raised you, perhaps you wouldn't be too happy to recognize me, but I am still very happy that you can come."

"Right." Ye Miao replied softly. The latter then continued, "I really do like Ding Yiyi. She hates me, you hate me, and everyone hates me. But I think it's just a difference in love laws.

It was just like how someone liked flowers. The way they liked flowers was to enjoy them from far away. When she lost her blooming flowers and some people liked flowers, they would bring her home and place her in a beautiful vase. They would watch her everyday and even diligently change the water in order to let the flowers bloom for a little longer. You can't say that love is in front, cruelty is behind, if love is in front, then why not do everything possible to let the flower live a little longer?

Love is supposed to produce desire, because love, so hope that this flower is only in sight, because love, so do everything to keep the flowers fresh, this was not wrong. "

Ye Miao looked at him and said lightly: "Love is not what you can give a flower, but what a flower needs. If she wants to follow the laws of nature, then your harvesting is cruel. "

Derek was shocked. Suddenly, he burst into a fit of violent coughing. Yellow, turbid blood flowed out from the transparent pipe in his bed.

Ye Miao didn't do anything. He just waited silently for the coughing that seemed to want to take away a person's life to gradually subside. His only gentleness was not looking at the skinny man in front of him with pity.

"You can leave. I want to rest now. I'm a bit tired after talking so much."

After coughing, Derek looked defeated and his tone was intermittent.

The lavender here is still very lush, but as long as you gently hook up one, you can see that the root of the lavender hasn't completely sunk into the soil. In less than two days, the lavender will wither, but very soon, there will be an opportunity to transplant a new lavender from the place where the lavender grew.

He had endured for so many years, but he did not have to persevere any longer. This might be the last batch of lavender that was planted here.

As the wind blew, little purple flowers swayed in the wind, bringing with them fragrance. He looked down and suddenly thought of Ye Shuimo. He couldn't help but smile.

Although she was surprised, she was inwardly happy that she had found him. How much patience had he used to hold back from hugging the person he loved the moment they first met?

Love? He did, but did she? He did not dare to conclude lightly, but he did not think it was that important. Even if she did not love him, he would still love her a little less.

Since he had already chased her here, he might as well tell her when he returned. Tell her that he had fallen in love with her, that the kiss was a confession, that she had been in his dreams every day and night since he had left.

"Mr Ye!" The butler hurried in, his expression panicky. "Mr. Derek, he's … he's dead."

At the villa, Ye Shuimo was very bored. Although the time difference was uncomfortable, she just couldn't sleep. There was no sound from her phone and she didn't know what her brother was doing.

Since yesterday, there hadn't been a single phone call. She picked up the note her brother left her, and suddenly had the thought of cooking a proper Chinese meal for her brother.

Her brother's place seemed to be pretty good. When she was on the balcony, she saw a Chinese riding a bicycle. It should be a Chinese district.

She took out her wallet and cell phone and went out to search. She found a place where she could use her Silver Union Card. Just as she was about to enter, her shoulder was hit by someone. The two of them staggered.

"Sorry, are you alright?" The other party was a tall and thin young man with high cheekbones, but his eyebrows were very thin. Ye Shuimo had memorized his face and found it very distinctive.

Her purse fell to the ground. The other person picked it up and passed it to her. She hurriedly apologized, then left. She rubbed her aching shoulder before turning around to get the money.

This was definitely a Chinese area. She took the money and went to the nearby Wal-Mart supermarket, where there weren't many people and the food was very cheap. She bought some Dutch beans and other imported vegetables, then bought two steaks before she wandered home.

When he returned home, he found that the cutlery in his brother's house hadn't even been removed, and the fridge was filled with frozen items. It seemed like he didn't cook at all.

She carried everything to the kitchen, searched around, found an iPad, and opened it to find her picture on the cover.

She didn't know when it had been taken, but it seemed to have been when she and Luneng were working together, because she remembered the hotel room.

It was when she was sleeping, but didn't her brother come to H City during that time? She had thought that she hadn't seen him for more than a month.

For some unknown reason, she suddenly thought of the casserole that was cooked to perfection. A strange feeling filled her heart.

What if … what if he likes me, too, what if the kiss in H City is the kind of kiss that comes with love?

She quickly finished everything and called her brother. The phone rang many times before she picked it up. It seemed like the other side was making a lot of noise.

"Big brother?"

"Right."

The other person's voice was low, so she could clearly hear that something was wrong. "Brother, are you unhappy?"

The latter laughed and raised her tone, "Hmm, a little."

Ye Shuimo said, "Then come back quickly. I'm afraid to be alone. I'll make you happy when you return."

It was as if someone was calling for her brother. She could hear that it was a woman's voice calling for him, "Young Master."

"Alright, I'll go back tomorrow. I'll stay well tonight."

After Ye Miao finished speaking, he hurriedly hung up the phone. The one who called him was a servant, and the servant gave him a Audio Recorder. He said it was given to him by Derek before he died, and if he died one day, he would give this Audio Recorder to him.

He took the Audio Recorder and walked to the funeral site. It seemed like Derek had prepared everything for the funeral long ago, he just died yesterday and today, the funeral would be held. The funeral would be held right in front of him, and he would be buried under the lavender.

There were a lot of people coming. Ye Miao looked at these famous people coming and going like they were flowing water.

The funeral was magnificent, and he went to Derek's room alone before he finished reading it. It was empty, the IV drip rack was still hung there, the pillow was resting on the shelf, and in the early hours of the morning, the needle was still inserted into a man's blood vessel.

Are you sad? He didn't know, maybe not. He wasn't someone who was easily sentimental. At this moment, he only felt that another person had been released.

He was standing here in place of his mother. He saw with his own eyes that a sin had completely disappeared. His death erased all the things he had done to his mother before. He was the one who had died the most.

"The butler walked in, holding a box in his hands. Another man followed behind him." "Mr Ye, this is a lawyer previously entrusted by Mr. Derek. He has transferred all the properties under your name and after all the formalities have been completed, this manor, as well as the production, real estate and deposits under Mr. Derek's banner will all be under your control."

"…"

At night, the manor which had been bustling for an entire day finally descended into silence. The servants was at a loss of what to do, they did not know what to do about this place, and when they finally saw their master, they quickly stood up.

In the manor, there were around 20 people, including the servants, bodyguards, and the people from Fox Manor. All of them were nervously waiting for their own destinies.

Ye Miao glanced at everyone, "From now on, there is no need for servants here, nor for a master."

This meant that the manor was about to become an abandoned manor? Everyone felt their heart ache. This manor was worth several hundred million, they just didn't want it anymore.

"Let's go, the butler will take care of the aftermath." Ye Miao looked at the sturdy man who stood silently on the side.

The muscular man nodded and suddenly said, "Can I stay here? Mr. Derek is in the manor. He won't be used to having no one to help him take care of his daily chores, not to mention the lavender."

"It's up to you. You can handle this manor however you want." Ye Miao walked out of the door empty-handed. Behind him, the servant was still whispering about the new owner's decision.2

He had been walking out of the garden when he suddenly turned around and arrived at the lavender garden. For some reason, perhaps it was due to the fact that there was a coffin underneath the ground, the lavender was very lush today, and the color was even more gorgeous.

He bent over and gently moved a stalk of lavender. The Audio Recorder fell into the flower bush and bent over a stalk of lavender.

He picked it up and clicked open the Audio Recorder that had the scent of lavender. A loud cough sounded out first, followed by the sound of the dead person's last words in the world.

"When you hear my voice, I should be lying quietly in the lavender, this is the post-mortem world that I've yearned for so much in my dreams. But now, I have to tell you something, something that I have to tell you until now, you are not my child. I injured my lower body when I was young, so I was not able to have children, I did not touch Ding Yiyi."

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