Ye Wangchuan concealed the darkness in his eyes, asked no more questions on the way, and quietly followed the old butler to find Old Master Ye.
Ye Maoshan was standing in the pavilion in the small garden waiting for him to come, while teasing the thrush he had raised for almost ten years.
"Grandpa." When Ye Wangchuan saw him, he put away his careless attitude and became serious.
Ye Maoshan turned around and saw him. He put down the bird-playing stick in his hand, added some bird food to his bird, and said in a bland voice: "Here it comes."
"Your uncle He told you."
Before Ye Wangchuan opened his mouth, he spoke calmly.
The old butler immediately lowered his head and stared at the tip of his shoes.
Ye Wangchuan rubbed his brows, took a step forward, took the bird food from his hand, and fed the birds for him: "What are they doing here?"
Ye Maoshan glanced at him with a half-smile, knowing full well that he was trying to change the subject, and was unwilling to blame the old butler himself.
This brat!
He is not a tyrant.
There is no need to blame the elderly around you for trivial matters.
He just let his grandson take over his job and acted as a hands-off boss: "People come to you."
Ye Wangchuan added a little water to the thrush, and the bird jumped around happily in the cage, cursing in a clear Beijing accent.
"You little brat."
"You little bastard!"
It can be seen that Ye Maoshan often says this.
Old Master Ye touched his nose, and a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his old face, but he soon acted as if nothing had happened and said in a cheeky manner: "They are your grandfather's family after all. No matter what, you shouldn't be so disrespectful to them every time."
Ye Wangchuan put down the cup of water. His deep eyebrows, crisp suit, and bony fingers all showed the noble and outstanding qualities that an heir carefully trained by the Ye family should have.
He glanced at Mr. Ye indifferently and said, "I don't have a grandfather."
"You brat!"
Ye Maoshan was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead. He slammed the table, but saw that his actions had no deterrent effect at all, and his grandson was still indifferent.
Ye Maoshan took a deep breath and prepared to reason with him: "You can sever the relationship just because you don't acknowledge it? Besides, your mother..."
Ye Wangchuan suddenly interrupted him: "She is not my mother."
Ye Maoshan was speechless, and it took him a long time to utter, "Just because you say she's not him, does that mean she's not him? You two went to the hospital and had your blood tested, and the test report clearly showed that you are mother and son! Even if you deny it, it won't change the facts."
Ye Wangchuan's face was full of indifference, and even with his eyes he couldn't hide his arrogance: "So, since we are related by blood, I must recognize her?"
"I'm too lazy to talk to you." Ye Maoshan couldn't catch his breath and waved his hands, looking exhausted.
Ye Wangchuan walked over and patted him on the back to calm him down, but he was not as aggressive as before.
Seeing him coming over to worry about his health again, Ye Maoshan sighed and looked at him with complicated eyes: "You said you are so good to me and you are not a heartless person, why do you have to be so dissatisfied with your mother's relatives? The grudges of the older generation should not involve you. Your parents' affairs... Alas... I can't tell whether they are right or wrong. Anyway, it is their business. Your father has passed away for so many years, why do you still resent the only relative alive in the world."
"My relatives are only you, my aunt, and Chenchen. The others are not my relatives." Ye Wangchuan was calm and gently stroked his back. (End of this chapter)