C1228 Wealthy Marriage 1156
C1228 Wealthy Marriage 1156
She didn't know how long she had been sitting there. She only knew that the setting sun outside the window had disappeared and that night had fallen. She stood up, lifted her numb legs, and walked out of the room mechanically.
"I'll have to trouble you to go to the mausoleum garden."
In the cemetery, the gatekeeper recognized Ding Yiyi and let her pass. There was a tombstone standing alone on the left side of the church. On the right side of the tombstone was the tombstone of a famous writer in the country.
The tombstone was already filled with fresh flowers. Ding Yiyi bent over and gently placed the lily she had brought onto the tombstone. The flower petals rolled over the petal, and her fingers were even filled with the fragrance.
"Are you worried? "I'm worried that one day, there will be no more fresh flowers in front of the tombstone. No one will remember Ye Chuyun. Even I will forget you?"
"So you forced yourself to remember him?"
Ye Nianmo walked up to her and looked at her. Under the light of the street lamp, his gaze was like soft sugar.
"That's right," Ding Yiyi said hoarsely. "The whole world can forget about him, but I can't."
"Why?"
Ye Nianmo took a step forward and the distance between them shortened again. After allowing her to escape for so long, he finally started to take action.
Ding Yiyi looked away. "No reason?"
"Because you feel that forgetting him is betraying him. The happier you are, the more guilty you feel."
Ding Yiyi didn't answer, but the look of grief on her face explained everything. The tip of her nose was flicked as she took a step back in pain.
"Idiot!" Ye Nianmo was a bit flustered, "No matter how happy you are, don't feel guilty. Don't feel that you betrayed him, because he was originally one of the people that wanted you to be happy the most in this world."
The wind was blowing and the air was filled with the faint scent of fresh flowers. It had the power of healing. Ding Yiyi was confused at first, but then her eyes turned red.
Ye Nianmo turned around and walked out, "Let's go. I'll let the driver go back first. The car is almost gone. Be careful not to turn off the engine halfway."
Tears blurred her eyes and his voice became indistinct. Ding Yiyi wiped them away with the back of her hand. She turned her head and looked at him deeply with a big smile.
The fragrance of flowers drifted in the air, and the figures of people in the front and back gradually disappeared. The gazes of the people on the tombstone were as gentle as ever.
An hour later, Ye Nianmo said with an expressionless face, "The engine has been turned off."
"There seems to be a farmhouse music nearby. Shall we borrow some gas?"
"It's not economical," Ye Nianmo looked towards the road sign, "That farmhouse music is about 1 km away from our current position, and the round trip is only 2 km, so it's not worth it."
"Then what should we do?"
Ye Nianmo unbuckled his seat belt, leaned over and pressed a hat on Ding Yiyi's head. He said confidently, "Let's go."
As it was a small road in the suburbs and the weeds on both sides of the road were waist-high, Ye Nianmo led the way ahead while Ding Yiyi followed closely behind him.
Suddenly, a peculiar noise came from the grass. Ding Yiyi was so scared that she grabbed the suit jacket on Ye Nianmo's back.
Ye Nianmo turned around with doubt in his eyes. She quickly let go and said, "Sorry."
At this moment, Sissel's voice came from the bushes again. The hair on Ding Yiyi's arms had all stood up, and she was trembling with fear. "Could it be that thing?"
"What kind?" Ye Nianmo looked at her in confusion until he saw her expression.
Her unintentional weakness made his heart soften to the point of being a mess. He swept his sharp gaze across the grass and landed his gaze on a wild chicken.
Ding Yiyi moved closer to Ye Nianmo as soon as the pheasant moved. His expression was unfathomable as he patted the grass with his hands without batting an eyelid.
Ding Yiyi got closer to Ye Nianmo. He took advantage of the opportunity to grab her shoulders and let her nestle in his arms.
When they arrived at the farmhouse, the owner laughed heartily as he saw the two of them. "We just got lucky and there's only one room left. Do you want to stay here?"
Ding Yiyi's expression was a little unnatural. A lot of things had happened between her and Ye Nianmo in the past six months. She wasn't sure if they could get along like before.
Her train of thoughts was interrupted as her wrist was pulled up. Ye Nianmo said, "One room, sorry to trouble you."
Late at night, Ding Yiyihe pretended to be asleep with her eyes closed. Ye Nianmo sat on the table beside her and didn't seem to want to get close to the bed.
"Buzz buzz buzz." Tiny sounds flew around her. She frowned and waved her arm. The sound of footsteps came from beside her, causing her to stiffen.
A gust of cold wind blew, causing the paper to rustle. When she opened her eyes, she saw Ye Nianmo focused on driving away the mosquitoes with a notebook.
She could see until he caught her gaze, and then she wouldn't let go.
"I'm asleep." She rolled over onto her back and faced the wall.
The sound of footsteps could be heard again, but it was heading towards the door. "It's very late. If you can't sleep well, you won't be able to drive tomorrow."
There was a moment of silence. The bed was slightly pressed down, and a cold body lay on the outside.
Ding Yiyi tried her best to stick close to the wall until she felt Ye Nianmo's breath was very long, as if he was sleeping. Only then did she relax.
After letting go of her guilt towards Ye Chuyun, she quickly fell asleep as if she had gone through a long run full of sweat.
Ye Nianmo, who should have been asleep, opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and he couldn't feel any traces of sleepiness. He sighed and grabbed the woman who was close to the wall into his arms. He then closed his eyes.
Ding Yiyi was woken up by the ringing of her cell phone. When she finally woke up, the ringing had already died down. Her hazy eyes were wide awake after feeling the warm embrace on her chest.
"Why am I hugging you? I was clearly sleeping inside obediently." She almost fell off the bed again. Ye Nianmo, who had already awoken, reached out with his hand and pulled her back into his embrace.
"I sleep well." Ye Nianmo said lightly.
Ding Yiyi became silent. Her sleeping posture was indeed dishonest. Could it be that she got into Ye Nianmo's arms last night when she was sleeping?
Seeing her troubled look, a trace of a smile flashed across Ye Nianmo's eyes. With a hint of joy in his tone, he said, "Who's calling."
Only then did Ding Yiyi immediately pick up her phone, look at the caller ID, and asked suspiciously, "The secretary of Ye Group?"
Once again entering the Ye Group, Ding Yiyi didn't think that Ye Nianmo didn't return. She was still the general manager of the Ye Group, and there didn't seem to be any movements from Fu Fengyi's side.
The secretary who called her just refused to tell her. Ding Yiyi said gently, "Is it a matter of work?"
"Director Ding, do you still remember the 10 million RMB document that you signed before? It's an American client. "
Ten million, American customer? Ding Yiyi gave it some thought and said, "Yes, I do. What's the matter?"
"Nothing, just a small matter. I'll go and contact them. It should be fine." The other party hurriedly said a few words, nodded to her, and left the office.
Ding Yiyi did not think so. She called Ye Bo over and said straightforwardly: "I want to return his Ye Group."
Ye Bo's expression did not change, "You have absolute power."
She stood up, a trace of gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you."
After Ye Bo left, she looked around. This was something Ye Chuyun had snatched for her with his life. She just let go to let him know that she could live well without his care.
In the afternoon, the international film emperors and famous French designers were all gathered in the Dihao Hotel box. Elaine looked at An Ran with hostility and his intuition told him that the man was also interested in Ding Yiyi.
"Sorry I'm late." Ding Yiyi pushed the door open and entered …
Seeing her, An Ran and Elaine's face lit up. Alin looked at her in understanding and purposely gestured for Ding Yiyi to stand beside him.
Ding Yiyi replied with a glass of wine, "Before, everyone had been worrying a lot about me. I was too insensible, so I wanted to hold a sinful feast today. Thank you."
"You should thank Ye Nianmo." Xu Weiren, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up.
An Ran looked at him and frowned. He didn't really want Ding Yiyi to know about this. Xu Weiren continued, "He personally came to the United States to look for us. He wants us to care about you as his friends."
Ding Yiyi looked at An Ran in astonishment. An Ran knew she couldn't hide it from her, so she pouted and said, "That's right, he did come looking for me."
"Then what about you, Master?" She turned her gaze to Alin.
Alin stroked the scepter in his hand. "He himself came to France to find me."
"And me." Qiu Bai interjected.
Ding Yiyi froze on the spot, her state of mind was like a bucket of water on a carrying pole that went up and down. Qiu Bai sighed. "Remember that I said you had to cherish the person before you."
This sentence was like an incantation to remove a spell. The confusion in Ding Yiyi's eyes disappeared and was replaced with determination. She bowed towards the crowd and hastily ran outside.
"Sorry." Xu Weiren apologized and lowered his head by half. An Ran shook her head with helplessness in her eyes, "Who told her to only see him?"
He got off the car in a hurry, and the moment he rushed into Ye Family, he met Mo Xiaojun and Hai Qingqing who were both carrying luggage.
"Auntie and Uncle, you two?"
Ding Yiyi stopped and looked at the suitcases under their feet. She felt a little sour in her heart.
"Good child," Hai Qingqing walked forward unsteadily. In a short period of time, she looked like she had aged ten years, "This is a place that will make us sad, so we want to go somewhere else and take advantage of the time when we can walk to see other worlds for Chuyun."
Mo Xiaojun quietly turned his head and wiped the tears from his eyes with his fingers.
Ding Yiyi's heart throbbed. "I'll support you all for your entire lives!"
"Thank you for letting Chuyun have such a good memory." Hai Qingqing's eyes were red, and her voice was choked with sobs as she said, "Thank you for letting Chuyun have such a good memory."
The two dissatisfied people supported each other as they walked out of the Ye Family. Their backs gradually disappeared from her line of sight.
She knew that Ye Nianmo was at home. During this period of time, he had always been at home for a long time. It was just that back then, she had been mesmerized by her grief and had turned a blind eye to his company.
Ye Nianmo wasn't in the study room, the computer was leisurely lighting up. She walked into the room and stood under the window, and she could see the person playing the zither alone in the garden.
She couldn't see his expression, but she could guess from his nimble hands that his mood wasn't too bad.
He walked down the stairs and walked softly behind him. The music had reached the high end of the building, and notes began to pour down like raindrops, then slowly began to fade away.