Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Old Master Yang tottered up the stairs and after he dismissed his butler, he seemed ten years older. He kneeled down on the floor in agony, hugged his head, and sobbed.
“Xiaoyue…”
The curtains of the study room were drawn back and the moonlight shone on the old man, embellishing a layer of gloom on him, desperate and lonely.
The low-pitched sobs sounded very heartbreaking.
Old Master Yang only stopped after a while. He opened the safe box in the study room and carefully took out a delicate box with flower carvings on it.
He opened the box while trembling. It was a Rose Tear necklace.
The necklace had been around for a few decades as the chain seemed to be yellowed and the luster of the gem was not uniformed. The gem was a synthetic gem that was not precious and it could be noticed that the materials were very coarse.
The design was the same as the Rose Tear that Ye Chen designed. Even the rose on the gem looked the same.
“Xiaoyue…” Old Master Yang gently touched the necklace as he whispered in tears.
Below the study room, the banquet was still ongoing.
Yang Zekun stopped Ye Chen as his gentle eyes had a trace of inquiry. “What did you tell my grandfather?”
Ye Chen smiled evilly but elegantly. “Young Master Yang, it is Old Master Yang’s birthday party today. Other than wishing that he will live to a ripe old age, what else could I say?”
Cheng Anya’s heart was painful. It was without a doubt that Ye Chen was smiling recklessly, but why was her heart so painful?
It was as if he was trying to hide something.
There was obviously a sense of desperate sadness in him, yet he was smiling so recklessly.
“President Ye, you’ve already congratulated Old Master Yang. Can we leave now?” Cheng Anya smiled while maintaining her best behavior. She knew that Ye Chen made use of her.
However, she did not feel anything, but sadness for him.
No matter what he said or did, one’s body reaction could not lie.
Ye Chen did not want to stay there at all.
Ye Chen turned his head and restrained the smile on his face. He looked at Cheng Anya deeply and suddenly looked away.
Was she not angry?
Cheng Anya was always smiling in front of him and he always knew that it was just a mask. However, he could tell if it was an angry smile or a fake smile.
At this moment, she did not seem angry or not genuine. It was just a pure smile, an inquiry.
If it was at ordinary times, she should be smiling while pointing at one but abusing another.
This girl was really unpredictable.
This was the first time that Ye Chen felt that a woman’s heart was like a needle in a haystack.
“Anya, I’ll send you back later, alright? Let grandfather rest a while before I officially introduce you to him.”