The Most Beautiful Years Met You【29】Hmm, what is that my little one?
It was already noon the next day when Ye Hehuan woke up, just in time for lunch.
There were only two people at the Han family's dinner table.
Mrs. Tang went in and out of the kitchen to serve food. Mr. Han was sitting at the table. He was not too concerned about Han Jingqiu's "running away from home" incident. When Mrs. Tang mentioned it, Mr. Han snorted coldly: "She still thinks she is a teenager."
Girl, everyone has to surround her and coax her? I’m still happy and peaceful when she’s not here.”
"It would be best if she went back to Fengcheng. Being here will only make her more and more emboldened."
Ye Hehuan picked up the rice grains with chopsticks and did not tell the old man the cruel truth that he saw Han Jingqiu 'eloping' with a wild man last night.
The landline phone rang in the living room.
Sister-in-law Tang wiped her hands and went to answer the phone. When Ye Hehuan heard the word "uncle", his chewing of vegetables slowed down.
"I'm eating... Then be careful... Hey, okay, good-bye."
Ye Hehuan heard the sound of the landline phone being put down.
Sister-in-law Tang returned to the restaurant and told Mr. Han: "Old chief, the third uncle has already registered. Let me tell you that because I was in a hurry, I didn't even come over in the morning."
"If he lived here, he could have the orderly take him to the airport."
Mr. Han had a headache when he thought of his unreasonable little daughter. He sighed helplessly: "She was the one who desperately wanted to get married at the beginning. Who can she show her to by doing this now?"
"I'm afraid it's also because the young couple spends less time together and more separation." Mrs. Tang said comforting words beside her.
Ye Hehuan was burying her head in her rice, seemingly carelessly. However, the words "Zhongxiao" and "Guye" that appeared repeatedly in her ears struck a chord in her heart.
This was the first time she learned about Yu Zhongxiao and Han Jingqiu's marriage from others.
One thing still surprised Ye Hehuan. She really didn't expect that Han Jingqiu, who often acted like a young lady and had a high self-esteem, pursued Yu Zhongxiao.
In Mrs. Tang's words, the third young lady used all her skills to marry the third uncle.
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"Isn't he the uncle that Miss Third is chasing?"
In Ye Hehuan's room, Mrs. Tang was helping her sort out her clothes. Ye Hehuan pretended to be unintentional and asked, which immediately triggered Mrs. Tang's eloquent narration.
"Besides, my uncle's family background is good, and he doesn't know many girls on weekdays. Many female officers in the army like him. At that time, the third young lady often went to the place where the old chief worked. Actually, she just went to see my uncle. I heard
Xiao Fu said that the third lady just hung a banner at the door of my uncle’s dormitory to declare sovereignty.”
"You also know the trendy usage of 'declare sovereignty'." Ye He said with a smile.
"That's right." Sister-in-law Tang raised her eyebrows proudly and continued: "It was fine in the first year of marriage. In the past two years, the third lady's temper has shown up again. My uncle also has a good temper. No matter how much the third lady throws his way, he will always be fine."
I didn’t have a big quarrel with her, but if it were a man with a grumpy personality, the couple would have had a head-on fight."
"It's probably because of work that we spend so much time together and away from each other. I feel sorry for Miss Third, so I'm so tolerant."
Ye Hehuan recalled that last night, when Yu Zhongxiao saw the bag of things thrown out by Han Jingqiu, he didn't seem to have much emotion.
He even sat with her calmly by the basketball court and talked for a while.
Among the men she knew, there was really no one so generous, unless——an idea popped into Ye Hehuan's mind, they both had problems.
Thinking of Morse's explanation, she took a deep breath and stopped herself from thinking about Han Jingqiu and his wife, otherwise she might get sick.
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In the evening, Ye Jiming personally came to Han's house to pick up his granddaughter who was "happy and reluctant to miss Shu".
"Wait a moment!"
Before leaving the house, Ye Hehuan ran upstairs again, went back to her room, and dug out the bag of 'garbage' that she had forced into the bottom of the closet.
She looked around, found an inconspicuous paper bag, poured the 'garbage' into it, and then carried the big paper bag downstairs with satisfaction.
After getting in the car, Ye Jiming found the bag: "What's in it? It's so precious."
"Some old clothes." Ye Hehuan held the paper bag in his hand, fearing that Mr. Ye would want to look at it on a whim, so he moved his buttocks to the side.
Back at Ye's house, as soon as she lay down on the bed, her phone vibrated.
It's a text message from Fan Tiantian.
【doing what?】
Ye Hehuan was a little tired, but still picked up the phone - [Just came back from grandpa's house, ready to take a nap.]
[It’s only what time, let’s go out and play.] Fan Tiantian came back very quickly.
【I’m going to practice calligraphy with my grandpa tonight.】
Fan Tiantian——[When did you participate in activities for the elderly? By the way, what happened to that handsome guy last time?]
【What handsome guy?】
[Don’t be pretentious with me. That night, a waiter at the bar saw you getting into the car with the man and leaving. Did you two... hmm? 】
Ye Hehuan's temples felt a little swollen and painful, and he replied - [Um, what, that's my little uncle.]
【……】
After throwing away her cell phone, Ye Hehuan turned over, buried her face in the pillow, pulled up the quilt and planned to sleep, but after a while, she was barefoot again*.
Ye Hehuan never admitted that she was a 'psychopath', but a psychiatrist who once hit her forehead with a plate said that no psychopath would think that he was a psychopath, and her occasional erratic behavior in the past few years,
It also made Ye Hehuan vaguely aware that there might be something wrong with her psychology.
It's like she has an almost pathological love for things she sees at first sight.
Taking the paper bag brought back from the winter vacation on the chair, Ye Hehuan held the corner of the bag and tipped it down, scattering the messy stuff all over the carpet.
She sat on the ground leaning on the edge of the bed, picked up those things and began to look at them one by one.
Finally, she found a lighter with exquisite carvings and seemed valuable.
"Why didn't you notice last night..."
Ye Hehuan took it under the light and looked through it carefully. After shaking it, there was still liquid inside. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the cigarette box in the corner.
There were only two cigarettes left in the crushed cigarette box.
These two things were probably picked up by Han Jingqiu from the coffee table or the bedside table last night and thrown into the garbage bag.
It's not an expensive brand of cigarettes.
The dark cigarette case was just like the feeling Yu Zhongxiao gave her, calm and a little old-fashioned.
With a cigarette between her index and middle fingers, Ye Hehuan leaned her back against her chest and squinted her eyes lazily to look at it. It was not as delicate as the lady's cool cigarette. She took the lighter and pressed the button lightly. A cluster of small purple-blue cigarettes appeared.
Flames burst out, she bent her head and took two gentle breaths.
The cigarette butt emits a bright flame, then goes out instantly, flickering on and off, and the faint scent of nicotine lingers in the room.
Ye Hehuan took another breath and slowly exhaled the smoke. The smell of tobacco filled her mouth. It was different from the smell of women's cigarettes. It didn't have the refreshing feeling that soothed the internal organs. In the thin smoke, she was uncontrollable.
He reminded me of the scene where Yu Zhongxiao was sitting in the car smoking.
Because Yan Yu does not smoke.
She subconsciously imitated Yu Zhongxiao's expression when blowing out smoke rings.
When the door was pushed open, Ye Hehuan didn't even have time to put out the cigarette in his hand, and the angry shouts had already resounded throughout the bedroom.
Ye Zanwen had a protruding artery in his neck and his face was ashen. When he came in, he took away her cigarette: "Who told you to smoke this thing?!"
Ye Hehuan frowned and looked away, not wanting to look at the face that he hated.
The next reprimand and scolding was inevitable.
Yin Lian hurried over and grabbed her husband's raised hand: "Don't hit the child. Maybe the child is out of curiosity."
"Curious? She is curious about people smoking. Will she also give it a try when she sees others killing people and setting fires?"
Ye Hehuan stood nearby, rarely refuting.
Seeing her like this, Ye Zanwen luckily rummaged around in her bedroom, and when he was about to get her bag, Ye Hehuan grabbed it with quick eyes and hands: "What are you doing!"
"What do I do? What else do you ask me to do?!"
Yin Lian took Ye Zanwen's hand and looked at Ye Hehuan, who looked stubborn: "Huanhuan, don't argue with your father..."
"You don't need to make irresponsible remarks about the matters between us." Ye Hehuan said coldly.
Yin Lian was speechless and her face turned a little pale.
Ye Zanwen became more and more angry. Just as he was about to teach Ye Hehuan a lesson, he was interrupted by a voice: "It's so late at night, no matter what you are doing, you are not afraid of the neighbors laughing at you."
"Dad." Yin Lian turned around and saw Ye Jiming.
Ye Jiming stood at the door leaning on a cane with a gloomy face. Ye Hehuan's heart tightened when he saw it, and his fingers tugged at the tight sweater he was wearing.
"Huanhuan, come to the study with me." After saying that, he turned around and left.
That night, Ye Hehuan stood in front of the desk for a long time, with his head lowered. Since she came in, Ye Jiming never opened his mouth to reprimand her, and just sat quietly.
When her tears fell, she heard a faint sigh from the old man.
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After closing the door of the study room, Ye Hehuan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. Ye Jiming only said one sentence: "Go back to your room and sleep."
Her room is at the end of the corridor.
When passing by the master bedroom, Ye Hehuan's footsteps paused, and a few lights shined through the cracks in the door and fell on the side of her slippers.
Yin Lian's soft voice came from the room: "Have you finished washing? Does your head still hurt?"
"Nothing."
Ye Hehuan turned his head and looked in through the crack in the door. Ye Zanwen was sitting on the sofa in his pajamas, raising his hand and frowning.
"This is not the solution. How about asking the master for a massage tomorrow?"
Yin Lian poured a glass of water over, and Ye Zanwen took her hand. Even in middle age, Yin Lian's hands were still delicate and soft. She moved closer to him, let his head rest on her, and patted her gently.
His shoulder: "If you are really too tired, take a vacation and leave the work to the people below."
"You have been wronged these days." Ye Zanwen said suddenly.
"What's the point of grievance? Children of this age are inevitably rebellious in character, so don't worry too much about her."
Ye Hehuan's hands hanging by her sides were clenched little by little. She heard Ye Zanwen say: "The ticket is for noon the day after tomorrow. Just ask Lao Li to deliver it then. I know there has been a lot of quiet talk these days."
I'm angry with you, and if someone suddenly appears in the family, it's inevitable for her to reject him."
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The first person to discover that Ye Hehuan was missing was the Ye family's nanny.
The next morning, the nanny ran down with a sticky note, her face full of urgency: "The eldest lady is gone."
Ye Zanwen stopped drinking coffee.
Yin Lian raised her head and looked at the nanny nonchalantly. As for Ye Jingyu, she curled her lips, lowered her head and continued eating breakfast as if nothing had happened.
Mr. Ye took the post-it note and looked at it. There was only one sentence written on the paper - [Grandpa, I'm sorry, I'm going back to Vancouver.]
Sorry, it was about the smoking incident last night.
Ye Jiming looked at the beautiful handwriting and felt a lot of emotions in his heart. Ye Zanwen took it and took a look at it. He frowned and felt angry in his chest. He backed away from the chair and went to get the suit jacket on the back of the chair. He was just about to chase this rebellious woman.
, I heard my father’s command: “What are you doing, sit down for me.”
Yin Lian spoke at the right time: "Dad, why don't you go to Han's house and ask, maybe you go there."
Ye Jiming didn't answer. He picked up the sticky note with a straight face, went to the study and said to Ye Zanwen, "You guys should find a house and move out."
Ye Jingyu's expression suddenly changed, and she didn't understand why: "Grandpa..."
Even Yin Lian didn't react for a moment.
"Dad!" Ye Zanwen frowned, but Ye Jiming just waved his hand: "You guys live here, I'm upset, so move as soon as possible."
Ye Zanwen: "..."
Yin Lian looked at Ye Jiming's leaving figure, her hands under the table clenched tightly, as if she had been slapped in embarrassment.
She understood almost instantly.
Ye Hehuan did it on purpose and left quietly. Based on Ye Jiming's love and guilt for her, he used the mourning policy to drive himself out of the house.
It seems that I have underestimated this young girl.
————————————The author has something to say——————————————
I know you are angry, so I decided to take off my flip-flops and go shoot Yin Lian. Don't thank me, please call me Lei Feng.
ps: Every character has a necessity to exist and promote the plot. Fans of the second brother, please don’t get excited. Yan Yu is a god assist, helping Huanhuan to reach the second brother.
