Amidst the darkness of the night, Third Young Master stood on the porch of the villa garden, supporting himself with his hands on the railing. He was gazing into the night, exceptionally calm, lost in his thoughts.
"Dad, where’s my brother? Have you found him?" Ye Yiyi was extrely anxious.
Third Young Master turned around to look at her, his voice sounding peculiar.
"He’s gone back to your mother."
Ye Yiyi widened her eyes in surprise, "Why did my brother go back? What about his hand? Isn’t he going abroad?"
"Who knows? Hmph, quiet and reserved at such a young age, but actions are chaotic, troubleso kid. Let him go, I don’t care. Always glaring at , as if I owe him a fortune!"
Third Young Master was extrely annoyed, ever since this child had followed him ho.
Always sulking, even daring to show attitude to him, Third Young Master.
"But if brother’s hand is not treated properly, there will be after-effects. Can you please ask the foreign doctors to treat him? Please, I beg you." Ye Yiyi imdiately resorted to being clingy and coquettish.
Third Young Master scoffed, "Why should I help him now? What does he have to do with ?"
"Because Dad also admires brother, right?"
"When did I admire him?"
Ye Yiyi jumped into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Dad isn’t really angry. If he were, he would have dragged him back and severely punished him."
"That kid does have so guts and determination." Third Young Master raised an eyebrow.
He saw himself in Ye Yuan, reminding him of his own stubbornness as a child. For his dreams, he feared nothing, like a little wolf charging headfirst without counting the cost.
What truly moved him was the mother-son connection between Ye Yuan and Ye Lu, so deep and unbreakable that it touched even his cold and heartless self. He unable to ridicule or laugh at their bond.
He had to admit, it was a relationship that he coveted!
And what he cannot have, he envied.
"So are you agreeing?"
"Hm."
"Great! I knew Dad was a good bad guy." Ye Yiyi rewarded him with a big kiss on his face.
Third Young Master caressed her little head, joking: "Your brother has run away, when will you?"
He sounded indifferent, seemingly uncaring, yet there was an undeniable nervousness in his heart!
What is stolen remains stolen, he could take a person, but not her feelings.
Maybe Yiyi would leave too, she’s her child after all and not his.
"Let think," Ye Yiyi said, tilting her head.
Third Young Master’s hand stiffened, his carefree laughter now forced, he felt suffocated, a sharp pain in his chest.
"Although I miss mommy, I still want to stay with you, dad." Ye Yiyi was well aware of the situation and would not run away and give that vixen a chance.
It was a good thing that her brother had returned to their mother. She would work with him from inside out.
Suddenly, Third Young Master felt as if his heart was soaked in hot spring, the warmth lting it entirely. A smile involuntarily ford on his face.
"My princess, from now on, you’re the apple of my eye." He kissed her small face and held her tightly.
He wished he could put her on top of the world, giving her the best of everything.
...
Today, Yuan Jiayin was dressed up extrely fashionable and glamorous.
She needed to look her best for a press conference, thereby presenting her most beautiful image in front of everyone. After all, she was the Cinderella who had married into a wealthy family, envied by many won.
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