Wang Ningyu hid behind Wang Chengran, then stuck out her little head and stared at the stranger who suddenly appeared in her home.
Wang Chengran looked at Wang Ningyu's dependent look, and the dissatisfaction in his heart finally dissipated a little, and his pain for this dead girl was not in vain.
Mr. Ye naturally discovered Wang Ningyu's fear of him. He restrained the emotions in his eyes and turned back to the Mr. Ye who smiled at everyone. Mr. Ye said softly: "You are the girl that kid likes in Qiuwan, right? …”
"You, you, you are?"
"I am his father, and I came here specifically for your wedding in the autumn evening."
Wang Ningyu blushed when she heard Ye Qiuwan's name, but she still looked at her Master Wang immediately and found that for the first time, Master Wang didn't get angry when she heard Ye Qiuwan's name.
Who is this middle-aged man? He can actually convince Mrs. Wang. She admires her so much~
Mr. Ye was happy when he saw the unabashed admiration in Wang Ningyu's eyes. It was rare for the ladies in Kyoto to see this kind of girl who couldn't hide anything in her eyes. It was very strange. He seemed to understand why the boy in Qiuwan fell in love with this girl. She is a girl. She is worthy of being his son. She is as discerning as him.
Mr. Ye stayed in the Wang family for a long time before leaving. He mainly wanted to chat with the Wang family girl for a while. In a blink of an eye, he was in his forties or fifties and was an old man. They said that girls are the caring little cotton-padded jackets of their parents. Now it seems that it is true It's true, his sons are not unfilial, but men's hearts are a bit rougher than girls. Now he really misses his unborn little daughter. He once thought about giving the best to the world. He gave everything to his little princess, but it was a pity that his little princess died before she even opened her eyes and took her first look at the world.
Since then, Mr. Ye has never seen the little pear dimple at the corner of the man's mouth. He only saw it from the photo and knew that the man was the sweetest when he smiled. She must hate him, hate him for not keeping their child. , hating him for spending all his life's wisdom on business, and why he didn't look back at the tears stained under her delicate makeup.
Butler Zhang, who had followed him all his life, could certainly see Mr. Ye's sadness. He was a witness who watched the two people bump into each other. He originally thought that the two people would live happily together and live like a couple of gods. , but still can't escape the secular prejudice and miss it after all.
This young lady from the Wang family was very much like his temperament when he first met his wife. She was lively and cute, the kind of girl that no one could hate, but her family background was like a ditch between them, the kind that couldn't be crossed.
This Miss Wang is lucky, she was born well and grew up well, and Master Qiuwan likes her so much. I wonder if Master will feel better after seeing such a scene.
"It's late at night, sir, let's go back. It's windy outside and your body won't be able to bear it."
Mr. Ye gave a bitter smile: "Oh, can't bear it? She can bear it during the long night, so why is my life more precious than hers?"
Butler Zhang lowered his head and said: "Master, if you look like this, my wife will be unhappy if she sees you."
Mr. Ye seemed to have thought of something with a soft expression on his face: "Yes, when the time comes, she will be helpless again and pester me again."
"Let's go" and go back to the place he least wanted to face, the place he hated so much, but it was also the empty house where they had the most memories.
Butler Zhang looked at Mr. Ye's elongated back, trembling as if silently mourning something, but he shook his head and said nothing more.
(End of chapter)