Mr. Yang staggered upstairs and sent the housekeeper away. He felt as if he had aged ten years. He knelt on the ground in pain, holding his head and sobbing lowly.o(∩_∩)o~~www
"Xiaoyue..."
The curtains in the study room were opened, and the moonlight poured in, dotting the old man's figure with a layer of sad light, desperate, desolate...
The low sobs made those who heard it feel heartbroken.
After a while, Mr. Yang regained his composure, opened the safe in the study, and carefully took out an exquisite carved box from it.[
He opened the box tremblingly and found a rose tear.
The necklace is a bit old, the chain is yellowed, and the color of the gemstones is uneven. This is a synthetic gemstone, not precious, and it can be seen that the manufacturing material is very rough.
Its design is exactly the same as the rose tear designed by Ye Chen, even the roses on the gemstones are exactly the same.
"Xiaoyue..." Mr. Yang touched the necklace tenderly, murmuring, and burst into tears...
Downstairs, the party continues.
Yang Zekun stopped Ye Chen and asked with a hint of questioning in his gentle eyes, "What did you just say to my grandfather?"
Ye Chen smiled, charming and elegant, "Young Master Yang, today is Mr. Yang's birthday party. What else can I say besides congratulating him on a long life?"
Cheng Anya felt a slight pain in her heart. Ye Chen was smiling so openly, so why did she feel heartache?
It seems that he is hiding something.
There was clearly an aura of sadness and despair on his body, yet he smiled so wantonly.
"Mr. Ye, congratulations have been given, can we leave?" Cheng Anya smiled, maintaining the most perfect demeanor. She knew that Ye Chen took advantage of her.
But she didn't feel anything at all. Instead, she felt heartbroken for him.
No matter what he said or did, his body's reaction could not be deceived.
Ye Chen doesn't want to stay here at all.
Ye Chen tilted his head, the smile on his face faded slightly, looked deeply at Cheng Anya, and then quickly turned his eyes away.
Isn't she angry?
Cheng Anya always smiled in front of him, it was a mask, he had always known it, but he could tell whether she was smiling angry or fake.
At this moment, she didn't seem angry or fake, she just smiled and asked.
Normally, she would be smiling and criticizing Huaihuai, right?[
This girl is so unpredictable.
This was the first time Ye Chen felt that a woman's heart was like a needle in the sea.
"Anya, can I take you back later, okay? When grandpa takes a rest, I will introduce you to him formally."
