“Dad…” Little Yu called again. Timid as he was, he looked cute and pitiful.
Ye Hao frowned, a trace of hesitation flickering through his eyes. Finally he put the child down and let him sit on the sofa.
Seeing this, Han Xue pressed her lips tightly, with a touch of faint joy on her face.
Sure enough, only children could make the man less indifferent.
“Ye Hao!” Han Xue’s voice softened.
Ye Hao, however, looked out of the window irritably.
“You get out.” He waved his hand, looking quite impatient and even a little restless, because he found that he still held some sympathy for the child in front of him.
Han Xue still did not rise.
“Ye Hao, we…”
“Get out!”
Before Han Xue finished her words, she heard Ye Hao’s furious roar.
(Han Xue)…
Han Xue’s face was stiff, suppressing what she wanted to say forcibly in her heart. Noticing the man quite unhappy, she picked up her son and turned to go out. When she walked out of the room, she looked back at the large wedding photo hanging in the room. The photo harsh to eyes, she swore she would remove one day.
Suddenly, quietness returned to the room, leaving only the sound of man’s breathing.
Ye Hao sat on the sofa, looking gloomy and serious.
He put his hand into his coat pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes. Then he took out a lighter and lit one, beginning to smoke.
He, who did not like to smoke, now even smoked constantly. Sometimes he even finished a whole pack. It was said that men smoke not cigarettes but loneliness. Probably it was just the case.
In recent years, only he himself knew the pain and the unforgivable regret in his heart.
Every time he thought of something in the past, he then became extremely upset.
He didn’t know what kind of life he was leading, simply feeling very tedious. He didn’t want to go home, unwilling to see this house which was unfamiliar to him, nor was he in the mood to take part in any recreational activities.
It seemed that nothing in his life could arouse his interest.
He occasionally returned to this house, just because there were people he cared about, his mother and his daughter.
Now the whole Ye Group was his, and so was Ye family. He had inherited everything after his father died. But he wasn’t happy when he got what he used to think was important.
Now he even found life dull.
Looking up, he cast a look at the large wedding photo hanging on the wall. Just one glance, his eyes hurt as if they had been pricked.
In the photograph, his former wife was smiling happily, her face overflowing with happiness.
Now, however, she had turned into a pile of bones, which he could not even find.
He really sucked. He ruined a woman’s life, making her leave the world as young as 27 years old.
She loved life so much. She liked drawing, designing and eating lots of delicious food. But because of him, she was so disappointed at life that she even committed suicide.
Every time thinking of this, Ye Hao felt anxious and regretful.
He felt anxious about his boring life. What made him regret it all was that he hadn’t treasured her. Why hadn’t he fulfilled his promise to her and why did he let things turn out like this?
One smoke ring after another was spit out, and soon the room was filled with the smell of tobacco.