"A Fei, it's your brother who made a mistake this time, just help him once."
Father Ye put down the teacup in his hand, looked into Ye Fei's eyes, and said earnestly: "He is young and has a simple personality, so it is understandable for him to be cheated. Work harder and get back the investment money. Money can’t be wasted.”
It was evening at this time, the sky had just turned dark, and the house had not yet been lit. The faint sunlight shone into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, covering the young man sitting on the sofa.
The young man was wearing a no-nonsense black suit, with a pair of thick-rimmed glasses on his tall nose, and his hair was all combed back, revealing a complete face. It was supposed to be dressed in the most earthy way, but he was so good-looking, and his beautiful features overwhelmed the rusticity, showing a noble and high-end sense.
Ye Yao glanced at him, suppressed the jealousy in his heart, moved to his side and said coquettishly: "Brother, you can help me. It's not that I don't listen to you, it's because the prospect they planned is so good, I really don't blame me .”
Ye Fei lowered her head, staring at her hand motionlessly, without any reaction.
Father Ye frowned, and raised the volume dissatisfied: "Ye Fei, did you hear what I said?"
This sound finally brought Ye Fei, who was immersed in his own thoughts, back to his senses. He slowly raised his head, his eyes drifted away for a few seconds, and finally focused on Father Ye.
"Your brother also sees that it is too hard for you to manage the company alone, and wants to share some of it for you. When everyone makes mistakes, I have already taught him." Father Ye picked up the phone, squinted his presbyopic eyes and carefully looked at the date on it. "Today is the 18th, let's settle this matter this month, okay?"
The room was quiet for a while, just when Father Ye couldn't help but want to speak again, Ye Fei suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "What date do you say today?"
"eighteen."
"How many months?"
Father Ye was stunned for a moment, and said angrily, "How many more months? May 18th!"
May 18th, late spring and early summer.
But he clearly remembered that it should be winter at this moment, and there was a once-in-a-century snowfall the day before, so that various TV stations were broadcasting it in turn.
Ye Fei's eyes moved away from Father Ye's outdated fingerprint-locked mobile phone, swept across the open lilacs outside the window, and finally settled on her white hands without any pinholes or bruises.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his beating heart, closed and opened his eyes, and finally stood up slowly as if he had made up his mind.
There was no limpness or fall, and the strong legs supported the whole body, standing firmly on the ground.
Leaning on the wine cabinet, Ye Fei felt the slight pain from the hardwood partition on her back, and suddenly smiled.
Half a month after being diagnosed with ALS and being paralyzed in bed for a week, he returned to two years ago when he was twenty-four years old.
The scene in front of him is very familiar, it is the scene where Ye Yao got into a catastrophe for the first time.
The Ye family runs a small film and television company. Four months ago, regardless of Ye Fei's persuasion, Ye Yao invested in a costume drama that was said to be 100% explosive while he was away on business.
Unexpectedly, the whole project turned out to be a mess of bad debts, and he squandered the more than 20 million yuan he invested in not long after the shooting.
Ye Yao is now riding a tiger, and continuing to invest is tantamount to using money to fill a bottomless pit. If you just withdraw, all the money you paid before will be wasted.
As usual, Father Ye naturally asked Ye Fei to come and wipe his beloved young son's ass.
Seeing that Ye Fei didn't answer for a long time, Father Ye threw the phone angrily: "Why, are you still not happy?"
Facing the elder son, he was far from being patient with the younger son, and scolded him with a tiger face: "Do you think you are right about this? I asked you to teach A Yao well, how about you? What did you teach?!"
He looked at Ye Fei's face that resembled his dead wife's, and felt a bit of heartache. He closed his eyes and said coldly: "Get the money back as soon as possible, and I won't bother with you."
Ye Fei sneered, his face full of mockery.
But in just a few minutes, all the rigid and serious energy in him disappeared. Leaning lazily against the liquor cabinet, he tore off his tightly-knit tie and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.
When Father Ye saw this, he thought he was very angry. Although he was impatient, he calmed down and coaxed, "Dad knows your ability, and you will definitely be able to get things done before the end of the month."
After a pause, he deliberately added: "You don't want your brother to be devastated by this incident, do you?"
He knows this son.
Knowing how important family and affection are in his heart, although Ye Yao was not born with the same mother as him, Ye Fei has loved him a lot since he was a child.
He didn't believe Ye Fei could let it go this time.
Father Ye winked at Ye Yao, Ye Yao immediately understood, and shook Ye Fei's arm: "I didn't do it on purpose, I just wanted to make some achievements for those who look down on me. Brother, I Wrong, please forgive me, forgive me..."
He is young, and it is easy to soften his heart by making this obedient gesture of begging for mercy. Ye Fei in her previous life was deceived like this, and she worked hard to help him deal with the aftermath.
But Ye Fei in this life will never again.
He will never forget the faces of his so-called family members after he fell ill.
On the grounds that ALS is a terminal illness and that the treatment is a waste of money, they forcibly released him from the hospital after he was paralyzed, and locked him in a small room and ignored him.
The biological father was busy contacting various insurance companies to settle claims, while the younger brother, who was protected by him in every possible way, couldn't wait to start calculating what the money could buy.
No one asked him if he was in pain or if he was comfortable. Everyone was looking forward to exchanging his illness for money.
Those were the most desperate and humiliating seven days in Ye Fei's life. He wanted to escape countless times, and even prayed for death, but he was so weak that he couldn't even lift a finger, let alone kill himself.
He was ready to die an ugly death. He never expected that after drinking a glass of milk, he would go back to two years ago.
At this time, he is still very healthy, and he is still working diligently for the Ye family.
"Brother," Ye Fei didn't comfort himself softly like usual, Ye Yao felt inexplicably uneasy, he approached flatteringly, "I promise this is the last time."
Looking closely, Ye Fei's face is not only flawless, but even more perfect. Ye Yao recalled the experience of people around him comparing him to Ye Fei since he was a child, and lowered his eyes to hide the darkness in his eyes, and tried hard to maintain himself as a good brother: "Don't be angry, okay?"
Ye Fei had no intention of wasting time watching him act, and coldly withdrew her arm from his hand.
His progressive frostbite was inherited from his mother. Even if he knew about this genetic disease, there was no way to prevent it. But Ye Fei didn't feel depressed, it was God's favor to do it all over again and make up for the regrets, even if he only lived for two more years.
In his previous life, he worked so hard for the Ye family, put all his energy into his work, and lived a very boring life. Don't talk about the taste of meat, I haven't even talked about love.
this life…
Ye Fei smiled cynically and went to fucking work! Go fuck Ye's house! With only two years left in his life, he still struggles! After leaving this door and solving all the problems, he must find someone with a good job to have a good time as soon as possible!
"You still say you love me," Ye Yao didn't want to admit that he was not as good as Ye Fei, and it was already the limit to hold back his temper and admit his mistakes in a low voice. Seeing Ye Fei's slow response, she immediately became angry from embarrassment, "In the end, he refused to help even with such a trivial matter!"
He paused, straightened his neck and said, "It wouldn't be like this if it was born by a mother."
Father Ye slapped the table and glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
But he didn't reprimand his youngest son much, but pointed the gunfire at Ye Fei: "Look at what you have forced your brother into, what? Are you planning to turn your face and deny anyone when your wings are hard?"
Father Ye sneered: "Let me tell you, I am in charge of the Ye family now. At the company, if I say a word, you have to pack up and leave!"
Ye Fei sat back on the sofa again.
His sitting posture was no longer rigid and upright, but he was leaning on the sofa cushion boneless, with his two long legs crossed, he looked at Father Ye with his chin slightly raised, and said lightly, "What are you dreaming about?"
The Ye family's entertainment company is called Dingyuan, and it has been losing money continuously in recent years, and it was once on the verge of bankruptcy and liquidation. If it wasn't for Ye Fei's efforts to turn the tide after taking over, father Ye and Ye Yao would have been slapped to death on the beach long ago.
It can be said that Ye Fei is taking care of everyone in the Ye family.
"What did you say?" Father Ye looked at Ye Fei in shock, unable to believe that the always obedient eldest son would say such a thing.
"Angry?" Ye Fei smiled, and waved to Ye Yao, who was also stunned, "Come here, I'll teach you a word."
Ye Yao subconsciously walked over: "What?"
Ye Fei spat out four words: "Incompetent and furious."
Although Ye's father didn't understand the Internet language, he could guess the meaning of the word, and his face turned livid with anger: "Little beast, what are you talking about?!"
"Look," Ye Fei sneered, "now it's twice as incompetent and furious."
"You—" Father Ye picked up the lid of the teapot at hand and was about to smash it over. At this moment, Ye Fei said suddenly, "It's not impossible for me to take care of this matter."
Father Ye's movements froze, he put down the lid of the teapot embarrassingly, did not speak, but he was greatly relieved.
The more than 20 million that Ye Yao threw out almost accounted for more than half of the company's liquid funds. If Ye Fei is determined not to help, something big will happen.
Thinking of this, Father Ye couldn't help showing a hint of complacency on his face.
Since Ye Fei was a child, he has been brainwashing him day after day. Looking at it today, the effort of more than ten years has not been in vain.
It doesn't matter how angry you are, you don't want to obediently work for your family.
Father Ye picked up the teacup, blew on the tea leaves floating on the water, and took a sip comfortably.
"Then what are you still doing here? Go to the company now!"
"Don't worry," Ye Fei glanced at Father Ye and Ye Yao one by one, squinting and said, "As the saying goes, whoever gives birth to a child is responsible, since you have pushed this matter to me..."
He raised his eyelids to look at Ye Yao, who still had an angry face, and chuckled lightly: "Come on, dear son, call Dad first."