“Wait a minute. I’ll go and inform them.”
Although confused, the guard still rushed inside the castle to inform butler Lu.
From a distance, Lu Ming saw a mother and a daughter outside the castle. He pressed his thin lips tightly, an elusive emotion quickly flashing past his eyes and soon disappearing.
He turned around and went into the elevator to the third floor, then came to the leftmost bedroom.
He pressed the doorbell. The door, however, was not opened.
He pressed again.
At this time, the man inside got up irritably and opened the door.
“What’s the matter?” Ye Hao asked impatiently, whose voice contained a trace of huskiness that was clearly audible.
Since he had cried, his eyes were still a little red and swollen. Haggardness and sadness could be seen clearly.
Xixi had fallen asleep in her dad’s big bed.
“Mr. Ye, Miss Han Xue is here again, and her…”
“Let her go!”
Before butler Lu finished his words, Ye Hao interrupted sharply. In fact, as long as he heard the woman’s name, he would be greatly agitated.
The butler shook his head helplessly. Seeing Ye Hao so, he knew for sure that he would never meet Han Xue, but he still wanted to have a try.
“Mr. Ye, Miss Han insists that the baby she conceives is yours. Besides, it seems that she has been pregnant for seven to eight months. Now if she goes emotional, there’s a risk of premature birth. So how about meeting her?”
Lu Ming persuaded helplessly, appearing quite embarrassed. Nobody knew the plan and purpose in his heart at this time.
Ye Hao turned around, looking extremely bad in an instant. Especially when hearing butler Lu saying that the child was his, he felt very uncomfortable all over. He turned around and looked at Lu Ming, saying in a firm tone.
“You tell her, whether the child conceived is mine or not, I do not want it, nor will I admit it. If she wants to have a baby, then just let her do. And if she gives birth to the baby, let her raise it herself.”
After that, Ye Hao shook his hand directly and pointed to the door, motioning the butler to go out.
Lu Ming was speechless. Knowing that he would only be reprimanded if he said more, he chose to shut up.
Sure enough, as he had predicted, Ye Hao was still so indifferent.
Turning around, he went out and walked to the gate of the castle.
There Han Xue and Han Qing were still waiting, their faces full of smiles, as if the moment the gate was opened, they would be the masters of the castle.
Seeing Lu Ming coming, they were still smiling, but soon their smiles froze on their faces.
Lu Ming shook his head and coughed several times, as if conveying some information. Then he said as if nothing had happened.
“You go back. Mr. Ye does not want to see you, and he also says that whether the child is his or not, he will not recognize it.”
He waved hands, signaling Han Xue and her mother to leave.
But Han Xue was very unwilling to give up. She caressed her belly, in which the baby was more than seven months old.
She really didn’t understand why he was so indifferent to her. With He Xiyan dead for half a year, then why did he still ignore her like this?
Han Qing was also angry and said, “What does Ye Hao mean? My daughter is pregnant with his son. How could he say no?”
This flesh and blood kinship was not what he could discard even if he did not want. She didn’t believe that when the baby came out, he could still deny it.
Han Xue wiped the corner of her eyes at this time, which were wet already. She looked poor and pitiful like the pear blossoms in the rain.
“You tell Ye Hao that I will certainly give birth to this baby. Whether he admits it or not, I will raise this child.”