Xia Jingshu cast a look at her husband and at the baby. Then after a pause, she continued the talk, “Ye Hao, your father is right. Yanyan is really not suitable for you now, and I don’t want to see you unhappy anymore.”
“Of course… We Ye family will not treat her badly.” When Xia Jingshu spoke of this, a trace of sympathy and vague pain flew out of her eyes, which, however, was far less than her love for her son. She thought for a moment, then patted her son on the shoulder again and said, “After all, she is Xixi’s mother. If she puts forward any financial requirements, our Ye family will try to satisfy her as much as possible. It’s compensation.”
Saying so, Xia Jingshu wiped the corners of her eyes, which seemed to touch her sorrowful past and made her eyes wet immediately.
Aside, Ye Hao quickly handed a piece of handkerchief to his mother. His eyebrows were pressed even tighter, and the complex feelings were written large on his face.
“Mom, don’t talk about it.” He stood up and his chest fluctuated rapidly with emotional changes.
The old Mr. Ye gave two low coughs. He stood up with the crutch, his tone the same cold and serious.
“Ye Hao, think for yourself. I don’t have other requirements. As for the money, we’ll give her however much she asks for, and we could also give her the house, but not Xixi.” After that, the old Mr. Ye turned his head and looked at his son. His eyesight was fierce with obvious warning, even command.
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In the castle, He Xiyan did not know what happened in Qin Garden. She sat alone in the sofa in her bedroom, her legs twisted and not a single glimmer of luster perceivable in her red and swollen eyes. The cell phone was next to her. She tried to make several calls, but no one answered. Neither her husband nor her mother-in-law wanted to answer her phone.
Knowing that they hated her so much, she stopped giving calls. The whole day, she was shut up in this magnificent house like this, unable to go out.
The house was still the original one. The large wedding photo they took a year ago still hung in the bedroom.
He Xiyan looked up at the picture on the wall. The picture was the same as before, with exquisite frame, beautiful background and happy bride and groom.
Everything seemed to have happened yesterday. She even remembered the exact time, place and details of the shooting. But all had gone. It was like a dream. When she woke up, she still had nothing.
Several knocks at the door came along. It was Wang Lan who came in. In her hands, there was a plate of freshly cut fruit and a glass of milk.
Seeing the haggard woman in the room, Wang Lan couldn’t help grinning a little. She went in with a plate of fruit and put it in front of He Xiyan, then said coldly, “It is butler Lu who asks me to bring it up.”
After that, she turned around, even unwilling to call her Mrs. Ye.
Anyway, He Xiyan wouldn’t be Mrs. Ye in a few days. Look what she was now, not like the hostesses of the castle. She was even inferior to them, and would soon be swept out of the house probably.
“Wait…” He Xiyan stopped Wang Lan at this time. She sighed deeply, her eyes filled with despair, but she was still not reconciled, “You call Ye Hao for me and let him come back after work tomorrow. Tell him that I have something to do with him.”
“Fine…”
Wang Lan turned around, seeming a little surprised that He Xiyan would ask her to make a call. However, she still did not call her Mrs. Ye, but simply answered with three words coldly, “I get it!”