Chapter 70 Autumn Moon 3
The stains on her knees were caused by her legs being weak and she accidentally bumped into the cabinet while washing her face.
The red mark on her neck made it impossible to argue or deny. She was also crying breathlessly, with tears streaming down her face.
All these combined together made Ye Zhenzhen speechless.
Seeing that she didn't move, Ye Mao stood up and tried to pull the quilt. After a struggle between the two siblings, Ye Zhenzhen was finally defeated and simply sat up angrily.
"If you don't tell the truth, I'll call my parents." Ye Mao was furious and threatened with red eyes: "My family also wants you to come back..."
Suddenly she added, "Mom is eager for you to go back and get married."
She was hit in a weak spot and started to panic.
Without waiting for Ye Mao to finish, she grabbed the pillow and threw it at him, saying in a muffled voice: "You dare!"
Ye Mao hugged the pillow tightly, his voice was angry, and he squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, "Do you think I dare? You can have a boyfriend properly, but if you dare to degrade yourself, I will be the first to disagree!"
The brother and sister were facing each other with swords drawn, and the atmosphere was a little tense.
Wang You saw this and hurried to smooth things over. He pulled Ye Mao's sleeve and whispered:
"My sister is not feeling well, please let her rest first. We can talk about it later if there is anything else."
As expected of a brother and sister, they were used to having a cold war when they were angry. They crossed their arms, rolled their eyes at each other, and ignored each other.
Her heart was filled with cotton wool, feeling stuffy and heavy. She put her hands on her chest and leaned dejectedly against the head of the bed.
"You guys go back! Leave me alone for a while, okay?"
Her temples were throbbing, and she felt the pain in her head getting worse. She frowned and closed her eyes.
"Let Wang You stay. She will live with you for the next two days." Ye Mao was worried about her being alone. The more she kept silent, the more it showed that something was wrong.
"I'll be fine. Just leave me alone, okay?"
In the end, Ye Mao and the other man were no match for her. As they left, they kept looking back, repeatedly telling her to take good care of herself and to call them if she had any problems.
The wind from the air conditioner makes my skin unbearably dry.
Ye Zhenzhen lay on the bed, her thoughts in a mess and her splitting headache making her restless and anxious.
She sighed deeply in great sadness.
The cell phone kept vibrating, like a giant web woven by tens of millions of mosquitoes in the summer, dark and dense, trapping her in an airless cage.
Every word Lu Yu said was full of gems, shattering her wishful thinking.
How many mountains do you have to climb, how many dangerous rapids do you have to wade through, how many thorns and rubble do you have to step on before you can reach the other side of the blooming flowers and finally achieve perfection?
In the afternoon at the cafe, Lu Yu asked her in disbelief:
"You've only known each other for a few days? Are your feelings really that deep?"
Emotions are like flowers about to bloom that encounter a sudden storm and fall into the mud. The fallen petals are scattered all over the ground, drowning in the cold rain and wind.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't dare to cry anymore. The emotions floating in her chest were about to suffocate her.
She didn't have the courage to explore or ask Wen Baijing, if the answer was the same as what Lu Yu said, how should she deal with it and how should she face Wen Baijing?
Zhichu Company, General Manager’s Office.
On the big desk was Graff's jewelry box. Wen Baijing opened the box and found a delicate lotus diamond necklace and bracelet, which were dazzling and sparkling.
His slender fingers gently stroked the lotus.
Ye Zhenzhen was probably born with a rebellious streak. When they were together, she liked to cling to him in a coquettish manner and even slept on him like a little animal. Once they were apart, she was not prompt enough in answering calls or replying to messages, and was somewhat perfunctory.
He weighs 90 kilograms but is 89 kilograms rebellious.
The phone kept ringing, and he came to his senses and closed the jewelry box.
Wen Xin asked him to go back to the old house in the evening, his tone was flat, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. He hadn't been back since the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it had been half a month since then. It was time for him to go back and see his grandfather.
The old house of the Wen family is located in the east of the city, covering an area of about five hectares. Inside the low-key gate, there is a simple and elegant villa.
In the courtyard, the tall Podocarpus trees have unique shapes, and the fish pond in the courtyard is full of plump koi.
Although the Wen family has a prosperous business, they have few children. Wen Xin is over 80 years old and has not remarried since his wife passed away. He has one son, but his son and daughter-in-law died in an accident at the same time and have been dead for decades.
Now there are only five people in his family, including his two grandsons. The eldest grandson Wen Shuowang is 36 years old and has a son after marriage. The second grandson Wen Baijing is 28 years old and still single.
At the dining table, Wen Xin sat in the head seat, and on his right sat his eldest grandson Wen Shuowang, granddaughter-in-law Jiang Ying, and great-grandson Wen Ming.
On the left is the lonely Wen Baijing.
No one spoke during the meal, following the family tradition of not talking while eating or sleeping.
Five-year-old Wen Ming was at the age of being naughty and playful, and he would occasionally say a few words, which made Wen Xin look loving and laugh frequently.
Wen Ming was cute and adorable, with round eyes and a chubby face. He probably ate too many snacks in the evening, so he put down his chopsticks after only a few bites of dinner. He blinked and asked Wen Baijing in a baby voice:
"Uncle, when are you going to have a baby? My uncle's baby is so small and cute, he only knows how to eat milk powder and sleep."
The two brothers Wen Shuowang and Wen Baijing were bound to compete with each other in private, but the adults' affairs should not involve the children.
Facing the little pink ball-like person, Wen Baijing curled up the corners of his mouth, which was rare to be seen.
"If my uncle had a baby, would you be willing to share your snacks with her?"
Wen Shuowang's hand, which was picking up food, paused for a moment, then picked up the food calmly and continued to eat without distraction.
Wen Ming giggled and clapped his hands, "Okay, I can buy a lot of snacks with my New Year's money..."
Jiang Ying, who was sitting nearby, touched her son's head with a smile, and the mother and son lowered their heads and whispered to each other.
After finishing his meal, Wen Xin stood up with his cane and walked into the courtyard.
Turning back, he looked at Wen Baijing and said casually, "Baijing, walk with me after you finish eating."
"Okay, Grandpa."
By the fish pond in the courtyard, Wen Xin was feeding the fishes, and the fat koi jumped out of the water to scramble for the food.
It was a breeze in the evening. Wen Baijing stood beside Wen Xin. The two of them stared at the fish fighting for food and did not speak for a long time.
After a while, Wen Xin put down the fish food, clapped his hands, and took out a navy blue silk handkerchief to slowly wipe his hands, with a kind but oppressive tone, "Have you changed the downstream factory?"
Wen Baijing remained calm, holding his grandfather's hand, and said calmly: "Well, after a long time of cooperation, the workmanship is not as attentive as before, and the customer feedback is not good. It will take time to change to another one, but it's not a big problem. I have personally inspected the new factory."
"Is this the only reason?" Wen Xin glanced at his second grandson beside him with his all-seeing eyes.
"Yeah." Wen Baijing nodded calmly.
The two of them strolled in the courtyard, and Wen Xin's cane hit the ground, making a dull and rhythmic sound.
"I heard that the back-end factory we previously worked with had just terminated its contract with Zhichu, and within a few days it was reported to have fire hazards, and is currently shutting down for rectification."