C1066 Wealthy Marriage 994
C1066 Wealthy Marriage 994
A smaller figure walked out from the crowd, and Ding Yiyi's eyes lit up, "Chu Qing!" You're back from France? "
"Brother Chuyun, Sister Sister Yiyi!" Ye Chuqing was wearing a black gauze dress, and because of the situation, she could only lower her voice to greet her. Behind her, Hai Zhuoxuan was not even a step away from her. After all, they were related, so Xia Yihan asked them to come back from France to offer their condolences, even though they could not be considered acquaintances with Mo Shuangling.
"How are you?" Taking advantage of the conversation between Ye Chuyun and Ye Chuqing, Hai Zhuoxuan had a slight smile on his face.
Ding Yiyi nodded and asked, "What about you?"
Hai Zhuoxuan didn't reply. He just turned around and looked at Ye Chuqing with a gentle expression. This gentleness made Ding Yiyi think that he had already let go of everything.
Hearing her question, Hai Zhuoxuan's eyes gradually turned darker. Did he put it down? No, the wound was still there. He just let it slowly scab.
Everything seemed to be in order during the funeral, everyone's face seemed to be filled with grief. Ding Yiyi happened to see a man playing with his phone with his head lowered impatiently. The next second, he put away his phone and revealed a sorrowful expression, not only because of the man in the coffin, but also for the man in the coffin.
Feeling that she was about to cry, she turned her head slightly to Ye Chuyun and said, "I need to go to the washroom."
The washroom for cemetery was set up in a very remote place. It was only a room with white paint and the surroundings were very clean, but not many people would be willing to come here.
Ding Yiyi washed her face and walked out the door. Suddenly, she felt footsteps behind her. She quickened her pace. She turned her head abruptly and saw Mo Xiaonong staring at her from a few meters away.
"Auntie." Ding Yiyi let out a long breath and let go of her curled up fist. Her palm was covered in sweat.
"How dare you come here?" Mo Xiaonong glared at her fiercely.
Ding Yiyi said with a stern expression, "Aunt, Shuangling's death really has nothing to do with me. I hope you know this."
"I don't care. The last thing she did before she died was related to you. I'm telling you, if you take out 500 thousand, then this matter will be resolved privately. Otherwise, I will go to the media."
Ding Yiyi sucked in a breath. "Auntie, she's your daughter."
"That's why I want to seek justice for her. I believe that she will agree to let me do the same!" Mo Xiaonong's eyes were filled with grief. Ding Yiyi looked at her as if her face merged with the face of the man who was playing with her phone just now. It was as if she was wearing a mask. No one knew what expression she had under the mask.
Ding Yiyi sighed and said, "Aunt, I have already committed a criminal offense for pouring sulfuric acid on Mo Shuangling. But she is dead, so I will pretend that this never happened, and please stop spouting nonsense."
How could she not know that this matter had nothing to do with Ding Yiyi? It was not like she did not think about Si Si and her daughter, but even if she did find out, she would not be able to live after her daughter died. It would be better to take advantage of this matter to get more money.
She staggered back to the scene and saw Xia Yihan snuggling in Ye Zimo's arms. Her figure was still very well-preserved, and her exquisite makeup made her look much younger than her actual age. Ye Zimo had one arm around her slender waist.
Mo Xiaonong felt that life was very unfair. She was someone who had lived together before, so how could Xia Yihan reap the rewards of love, career, and everything else she wanted?
On the other hand, he had long since lost his figure. After being dozens of years old, he didn't have a single man by his side. Now, even his only daughter that helped him retire had died.
She resented the injustice of the heavens, but when she raised her foot, the sadness on her face masked other emotions.
In the decades she had lived, she might have learned how to endure. At the scene, Xia Yihan couldn't bear to watch the coffin being buried. Ye Zimo didn't want her to get too close to the corpse either, so she asked her to wait by the side.
"Sofia." Mo Xiaonong took the opportunity to step forward. When she saw Xia Yihan turn her head around with red eyes, she was a little dazed, but she felt disdain in her heart. She had clearly not seen Xia Yihan a few times before, so who was she going to show her grief to?
"You must grieve." Xia Yihan held back her grief and tried her best to stay alert.
Mo Xiaonong burst into tears when she said this. "My life is truly in tears. My only daughter died just like that. What should I do in the future?"
Xia Yihan was also wiping away her tears. "Don't cry. If you have any problems in the future, come and find me. I'll definitely help you."
Mo Xiaonong sniffed with her nose and let out a muffled sound. She whispered, "Actually, when my daughter was still alive, she was burdened with a little debt. It was my fault. Without money, she wouldn't be able to live a good life."
Xia Yihan was a little surprised, but then she felt a deep sense of sympathy. Because of what happened when she was young, her relationship with Mo Xiaonong had never been on good terms with her. Mo Xiaonong had never come looking for her.
She took out her purse, took out a cheque, wrote down some numbers, and passed it to Mo Xiaonong with both hands. "Take this money and spend it. Pay back the debt and let the child go safely."
Mo Xiaonong glanced at the numbers on the cheque. A hundred thousand yuan. She became even more furious. She had already humbly asked for it, but she had only given him a hundred thousand yuan? Ye Family had more than a hundred million yuan in assets anyway, and she was giving him a hundred thousand yuan.
Xia Yihan saw her staring at the cheque, worried that she might misunderstand. She hastily said, "No matter what, Shuangling is still my relative. This bit of kindness is my gift to my child. Please accept it."
"Take what?" Ye Zimo walked over and wrapped her arm around Xia Yihan's waist to pull her to her side. He swept his sharp gaze across the cheque.
Mo Xiaonong raised her head in panic. She had been looking for Xia Yihan quite a few times, but Ye Zimo's men had captured her along the way. It was only later on that she stopped feeling the need to look for Xia Yihan.
The fear in her heart caused her fingers to tremble slightly. Ye Zimo took the cheque from Xia Yihan's hand and passed it to her, saying indifferently, "There won't be a next time."
He could see it! Mo Xiaonong felt a deep sense of shame. She lowered her head to look at her bloated body before looking away in disdain. When she was young, at least she and Ye Zimo had had a story together, but now she looked at herself and then at him.
Xia Yihan sighed softly as he took the cheque and fled. "You scared her."
Ye Zimo didn't say a word. She just increased the strength on her arm. The funeral was over, and a woman named Mo Shuangling was out of sight.
The crowd started to disperse. Ding Yiyi was still immersed in what had just happened in the bathroom, so Ye Chuyun gently pushed her.
She suddenly looked at him with a startled expression. Ye Chuyun slightly bent his body and looked her in the eye, "Thinking about Ye Nianmo again?"
She shook her head honestly. Ye Chuyun's mood suddenly became better. He blinked, "Do you want to go to the same place as me?"
Not far away, Ye Bo walked over again. As his footsteps got closer, Ding Yiyi's heart started to stir up. A vengeful feeling took over her rationality. She pulled Ye Chuyun and turned around to leave.
She turned her head and wanted to say something to Ye Chuyun, but at the same time, she saw a shadow flash past the forest surrounding the cemetery. It seemed to be a familiar figure.
"What's wrong?" Ye Chuyun asked in concern. She quickly shook her head and looked at the forest again. There was no one there, only the dry tree trunk.
Ao Xue stood in front of the tombstone. On the tombstone, Mo Shuangling's smile was sweet and harmless. She sighed and said indifferently, "I didn't mean to harm you. This has nothing to do with me.
A cold wind blew and paper money scattered in front of the tombstone flew everywhere. A paper money flew onto the tombstone and covered half of Mo Shuangling's face in the photo, only exposing her large eyes.
Ao Xue felt a chill down her spine, and the surroundings became even more silent, making her feel even more terrified.
She hurriedly turned around and walked back along the long road. There were tombstones on both sides of the road. Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out and she hurriedly lowered her head in alarm.
There were fresh lilies in the glass, dew on the lilies, and the glass bottle was on the floor, and the water in the bottle quickly seeped into the plastic.
She quickly bent down to pick up the bottle and put it back in front of the tombstone. She looked up and saw that the man in the photo on the tombstone was very refined.
"Hai Zhi Quan?" She murmured as a gust of cold wind blew past. She felt goosebumps all over her body. Just as she was about to leave, her phone suddenly rang.
"Dad!" Ao Xue's tone was not good because she was frightened.
"Where are you now? I need to talk to you." Xu Haorann's voice carried a hint of solemnity. Ao Xue took another look at the photo on the tombstone and left hastily.
In the private room, Ao Xue looked at Xu Haorann, who had an ugly expression on his face. She asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"
When Xu Haorann heard this, he looked at her with a heavy gaze and said with grief in his voice, "Xiao Xue, tell me honestly, is the child in your stomach Nianmo's?"
"Dad, what are you saying!" Ao Xue raised her voice to cover her surprise.
Xu Haorann stared at her stomach that was still flat. After a while, he dejectedly looked away and casually took out a stack of photos from his briefcase and put it on the table.
In the photo, Yan Mingyao was standing not far from Ao Xue's home. Sometimes it was morning, sometimes it was evening, and more often it was late at night.
"I saw him in your house the other day. You seemed to be arguing?" Xu Haorann's heart rose with every question. He was afraid that he would find out something that would make him heartbroken.
Ao Xue had already regained her composure. She glanced at the photo and said disdainfully, "That was a man chasing me. I was arguing with him that day because I wanted to tell him not to bother me again. That's all."
Xu Haorann stared straight into her eyes, wanting to confirm the truth of her words. After a while, his shoulders relaxed, and the lines on his head spread out, "That's good, I will be responsible to find that person. You have to tell me about this in the future."