Cool CEO's Exclusive Love

Ding Yiyi glared at him, her mood even more dejected. Her hands unconsciously fiddled with the buttons of her coat.    

Ye Nianmo looked at her awkwardly like a child and couldn't help but smile, "Talent and hard work are two different things to begin with."    

Ding Yiyi was stunned. Was he comforting her? Before she could regain her senses, Ye Nianmo had already walked out. She gritted her teeth and chased after him. For the sake of Ye Chuyun's expectation, she must design a set of rules for him.    

As dusk approached, Ding Yiyi dejectedly got off the car. A day had passed, and she had walked through countless galleries, but she had not been inspired at all. As long as she raised her brush, she could still draw lifeless pictures.    

"Don't follow me, I don't want Chuyun to see the two of us together." She took a deep breath and did not even turn her head around. She hurriedly said, "Thank you for today," and headed inside the hospital.    

"Don't you want to reassure him?" Ye Nianmo's faint voice sounded. He was sure of her, so he said in a relaxed tone, "Don't tell me you want him to worry?"    

Ding Yiyi stopped and blamed herself even more. She didn't want Ye Chuyun to be her shield anymore. If she couldn't even do that, then she deserved to die.    

"I'll see you here tomorrow at 12 noon."    

In the ward, Ye Chuyun leaned against the headboard and looked out of the window. Ye Nianmo was standing under the tree. The wind was blowing his scarf and black coat.    

The door opened and he looked back. He closed the curtain and the lights in the room dimmed. "Where did you go today?"    

"It's nothing. I went out to look for inspiration. I'm going to design the most beautiful competition in the world for you."    

"It's not me, it's us."    

He waved at her, and Ding Yiyi walked over obediently. When she saw the needle on the back of his hand, she felt her heart ache.    

Due to the large amount of fluids being poured in every day, the back of his originally pale hand turned purple. Ye Chuyun comforted her, "There's only a week left before that."    

"You'll be fine." Ding Yiyi choked up. One week was like a death notice, a change of heart. Despite the success rate, she was still worried.    

Ye Chuyun looked at her greedily. He couldn't help but reach out his hands to seal her face, "Yiyi, can you stay by my side for the next few days? Just look at me with all your heart."    

Ding Yiyi wanted to agree, but then she thought of following Ye Nianmo to find inspiration, so she said: "I will always be by your side."    

Ye Chuyun fell asleep with satisfaction. He was too tired. In order to avoid rejection after heart transplantation, he had to take a lot of medicine every day to increase his immunity.    

After he fell asleep, Ding Yiyi quietly took out a drawing and a pen from her bag. The ideas she had in her mind today were all over a mess. Occasionally, Ye Nianmo would barge in.    

An hour later, she put down her pen and sighed dejectedly.    

The next day, the nurse came to push Ye Chuyun to go for chemotherapy. Ding Yiyi seemed to be absent-minded, so he joked, "Will you be here?"    

"I'll wait here for you." Ding Yiyi promised.    

When Ye Chuyun left, she looked at the clock. It was now 11: 40, Ye Chuyun needed three hours after his histocompatibility site antigen (HLA) typing test and other chemotherapy, which was around 4: 00 PM when she appeared in the ward. Today, she would try again for the last time, if there was no inspiration, she would give up!    

In the corridor, Ye Chuyun said apologetically to the nurse, "Sorry, I still have things I forgot to tell my fiancée. Can I go back for a bit?"    

When he pushed the door open, his smiling face froze. There was no one inside the house. He slowly pushed the wheelchair over to the window.    

Downstairs, Ding Yiyi got into the car. Ye Nianmo's figure flashed as the car drove off into the distance.    

"Mr Ye?" the nurse reminded him.    

He came back to his senses and smiled apologetically at her. "I'm sorry, let's go."    

In the car, Ding Yiyi insisted on turning her head towards the window. She didn't say anything, nor did she ask where she was going.    

When the car stopped, she couldn't help but be surprised. "It's here. Is this a park?"    

"Griffith Park," Ye Nianmo answered as he unbuckled his seat belt.    

When Ding Yiyi got off the car, she was immediately intimidated by the scenery on the mountain. From here, she could see the lights of the Los Angeles, the oaks and wild sage grass arranged in an orderly manner. From where she stood, she could even see the zoo and the golf course.    

She watched with infatuation, the depression of the past few days had dissipated quite a bit, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but reveal a sincere smile, the sound of flash lights came on, she turned her head, Ye Nianmo calmly put away the camera.    

After her smile faded, she stood in silence for a while before saying, "If I don't find inspiration, I'll be going back."    

"Do you know why your sales are low?"    

She didn't say anything, but her ears pricked up as Ye Nianmo bluntly said, "Impatient."    

Sensing her stupor, he continued, "The filming makes you restless, so you forget to fit the human heart to design the jewellery that other people really want."    

"Enough! What right do you have to say that about me! " Ding Yiyi became angry from embarrassment, her ears red from anger appearing transparent in the sunlight.    

Ye Nianmo casually sat on the floor and didn't even look at her. He looked into the distance, "Not many people are true geniuses. You can try to find inspiration here."    

Ding Yiyi remained silent. She turned around and walked a few steps with her back facing Ye Chuyun, then leaned against a big tree.    

Sunlight shone through the branches, casting mottled shadows. It was warm and drowsy. After sitting quietly for ten minutes, she began to feel impatient.    

She turned her head and accidentally saw Ye Nianmo. She didn't know where he had pulled out a book and was reading it carefully. The sunlight made his shadow slant to the side.    

A multicolored ball rolled into his shadow. She followed his gaze and saw a white child, about three or four years old, running over with a smile.    

A bulky golden hair followed her closely. The little white girl ran to Ye Nianmo's side and looked at the contents of the book with her head tilted. Ye Nianmo slightly moved his arm and purposely flipped to the illustrated page.    

The golden fur arched the little girl's arm as it took the initiative to put the ball into the little girl's bosom. Ding Yiyi burst into laughter.    

Someone was shouting nearby. Ding Yiyi narrowed her eyes and looked over. An old woman was pushing a wheelchair. The white old man who looked about her age was sitting on the wheelchair.    

The two of them walked towards the little girl at a leisurely pace. The little girl and the dog threw the ball, and the colored ball dropped to the ground at Ding Yiyi's feet. Ding Yiyi picked it up and smiled at the little girl.    

Perhaps she was shy, but the little girl actually turned around and ran towards the old man. Ding Yiyi stood up in embarrassment, preparing to return the ball, but the old man waved at her happily.    

"Here, your ball." Ding Yiyi held the ball and coaxed the little girl who was hiding behind the old woman.    

"Thank you." The old man smiled warmly.    

Ding Yiyi looked at the old woman carefully helping the old man on the wheelchair to tuck the blanket on his knees and said enviously, "The two of you have such a good relationship."    

"She's not my wife. He's not my husband."    

The two old men spoke at the same time. After saying that, they looked at each other and smiled. Looking at Ding Yiyi's puzzled expression, the old woman smiled and patted the old man on the shoulder.    

The little girl called out to the old man in the distance. The old woman waved at her and pushed the wheelchair away.    

Ding Yiyi looked at the back of the two of them and met Ye Nianmo's gaze.    

His gaze was heavy and undisguised, like soft silk threads wrapped around the tips of his fingers, making one's head itch. She struggled to look away, but fell deeper into the ocean.    

He walked toward her, with a kind of oppression called love. He raised his hand to touch her soft hair, but she took it away from him.    

Ding Yiyi ran toward the car in a flustered state. Sitting inside the car, she was still trembling. She took a deep breath to suppress the trembling that couldn't be calmed down anywhere.    

After a while, Ye Nianmo got into the car. Her expression tensed up. Suddenly, the scenery in front of her turned dark and the faint scent of a man's perfume wafted into her nose.    

"Don't touch me!" She suddenly raised her hand and pushed Ye Nianmo to the side. Ye Nianmo's back hit the steering wheel and made a muffled sound.    

The atmosphere was cold. Ye Nianmo pointed at his seat belt with a dark expression and then sat back down.    

The moment they returned to the hospital, Ding Yiyi immediately got off the car and met Ye Bo, who was carrying a thick stack of documents at the entrance.    

"Is Young Master with you?" Ye Bo brought Ao Xue home with him from the office with the papers Ye Nianmo had not handled.    

Ding Yiyi nodded hastily and walked into the ward. After closing the door, she let out a long sigh. Ye Chuyun hadn't come back yet, so she sat to the side, her mind was in a mess.    

With a wave of her hand, the pencil on the table was knocked off. She bent down to pick it up and began to draw aimlessly on the paper.    

As she continued to draw, her mind became more and more open. The more she drew, the more excited she became. The different colored pencils on her fingertips were agilely changing.    

When he put down the pencil, a soft sigh of admiration came from beside him. "Very beautiful."    

"Chuyun!"    

When she looked out the window again, she saw that it was already dark outside. She asked in surprise, "Oh my god, what time is it?"    

"Seven."    

Ding Yiyi was speechless. She actually stayed still for three hours. Ye Chuyun took the blueprints and asked casually, "Are you in the ward today?"    

"Right." Ding Yiyi replied happily, ignoring the pain that was quickly flashing across his eyes.    

He smiled as he returned the design to her. His expression had already returned to a state of relief as he smiled and said, "I hope that I can wear the ring that you designed when we get engaged."    

A few days passed by quickly. Ding Yiyi had been walking around the ward since early morning. Hai Qingqing wanted to comfort Ye Chuyun, but she was afraid of making him nervous.    

Mo Xiaojun was much more straightforward. He patted Ye Chuyun on the back, and after a fierce glare from Hai Qingqing, he said helplessly: "My Ye Family's child is not that weak."    

Ye Chuyun had changed into a surgical suit. He pulled Hai Qingqing's hand and whispered, "Mom, I'm fine."    

When the doctor pushed the door open and entered, Hai Qingqing couldn't help but hold him tightly as she repeatedly confirmed, "Doctor, Chuyun must be alright, right?"    

Mo Xiaojun gently put his arm around her shoulders. Ye Chuyun looked at Ding Yiyi. Her eyes reddened as she walked to his side and put the design plan into his pocket.    

"I'll wait for you. When you're better, we can make these two rings together. I'm still waiting to be your bride."    

Ye Nianmo appeared after the surgical door was closed. He looked at the anxious Ding Yiyi and his uncles and aunts from afar. All he could do was sigh.