Met You in the Most Beautiful Years 【159】Who is this for now?
As she spoke, Aunt Fan was a little evasive: "Actually, she's not a guest. She's leaving right away. Miss, what clothes do you want to bring? I'll help you sort them out together."
"No, I'll just get two coats." Ye Hehuan didn't notice anything strange about Aunt Fan and walked straight to the house.
But Aunt Fan still put down the scissors, wiped her hands on the apron in front of her, and followed Ye Hehuan in: "Don't you like to eat chestnuts? My family bought some roasted chestnuts today, and I will take some back to school later.
.”
Ye Hehuan pushed open the door of his home and suddenly turned to ask Aunt Fan: "Isn't my grandpa back from the capital yet?"
"The old minister won't return to city B until next week."
Ye Hehuan was a little disappointed. She was changing her shoes at the entrance and accidentally kicked a pair of men's casual leather shoes next to her. She lowered her head to look -
Those are not Ye Zanwen's shoes, because at Ye Zanwen's age, he would not wear such a youthful style.
"Should you drink orange juice or plain water?" Aunt Fan suddenly asked her from the side.
Ye Hehuan withdrew his gaze and smiled at Aunt Fan: "You don't have to worry about me. If you are thirsty, I will go to the kitchen to find water."
"That's okay." Although Aunt Fan said this, she was still confused.
Ye Hehuan put on his cotton slippers, straightened up and said, "Go and do your work. I'll go upstairs to get the clothes."
"Ai."
Aunt Fan was just about to go to the kitchen when a gentle young male voice came from the living room: "Auntie, the remote control may be out of power. Please bring two new batteries."
Ye Hehuan looked at Aunt Fan next to her.
Aunt Fan knew she couldn't hide it anymore, so she had to tell the truth: "I came to pick up my wife. She is changing clothes upstairs."
——
In the living room, a man was sitting on the sofa. His long legs were crossed on the edge of the tea table. He was wearing a sweater and jeans. He looked young, in his mid-twenties, with clean and handsome features. He was holding a remote control in his hand.
Watching TV boredly.
Ye Hehuan's eyes fell on the other party's chestnut textured short permed hair, with an earring in her left ear. When did Han Minjing know such a young man?
The man noticed that someone was looking at him, so he turned his head and looked towards the door of the living room——
Seeing Ye Hehuan standing there at some point, the man immediately put down his legs, sat upright, and smiled awkwardly at her.
Ye Hehuan was no longer in a hurry to go upstairs.
She entered the living room, walked up to the man, and asked straight to the point: "What is your relationship with Han Minjing?"
"Ah?" The man was stunned for a moment, unable to regain his senses.
Ye Hehuan snatched the remote control from his hand and threw it on the coffee table: "This is my home. I don't like strangers in the house."
"You are Sister Jing's daughter, right?"
The man had already stood up. Facing the hostility shown by Ye Hehuan, he smiled calmly: "I am your mother's friend. We have an event at our fitness club tonight. I came to pick up your mother. By the way, I
Call--"
"There is no shortage of drivers in our family."
Ye Hehuan interrupted him and said without mercy: "As for any messy activities, my mother is not interested in participating. You can leave now."
The man frowned and seemed helpless at her eviction order, but he didn't argue with her.
He glanced at his watch and said, "I'll wait for Sister Jing to come down."
"Why are you so thick-skinned? I've chased you away and you still won't leave! Why, do you want to be like those pretty boys who hang out with rich women?" Ye Hehuan smiled coldly, took the landline phone next to him, and dialed 114:
"Which club do you belong to? I'll call right away to complain about you [horse fleas] disturbing guests..."
"That's enough!" A sullen shout sounded at the top of the stairs.
Ye Hehuan turned his head at the sound and saw Han Minjing, who was carefully dressed.
Dressed in a slim-fitting blue and white porcelain cheongsam dress, Han Minjing held a fringed shawl in her hands. Her eyes were cold, and she looked past Ye Hehuan to the man. Her tone became gentle: "James, wait for me outside first, I'll be out soon.
"
The man nodded, glanced at Ye Hehuan again, took his jacket and left the room.
The door closed, leaving only the mother and daughter standing opposite each other in the living room.
Han Minjing gathered her shawl and said nothing. She turned around and went to the bathroom next to her. There was still a faint fragrance of her body in the air.
The hands hanging by his sides were clenched tightly, and Ye Hehuan finally chased after him.
She didn't knock on the door, just turned the doorknob.
Han Minjing squinted her eyes, glanced at her lightly, and continued to focus on putting on her earrings.
"What is your relationship with that man?"
Ye Hehuan was not a three-year-old child, so how could she not see that there was something abnormal between Han Minjing and that man? It was that bit of ambiguity that made her feel sick.
Han Minjing lightly opened her red lips and said calmly: "Friends."
"Friends?" Ye Hehuan dug her nails hard into her palms and asked angrily: "How old are you? You really think you are seventeen or eighteen. When you are friends with a young man in his twenties, you are not afraid of others saying you are...
Disrespectful old man!"
"Bang!" The foundation box was placed heavily on the sink.
Han Minjing took a deep breath. Because she was so thin, her collarbone was clearly visible in her neck, but she didn't have an attack. She opened the foundation box again, took out the powder puff and patted it on her face, and said casually: "Your dad can eat with the mistress outside."
Come on, can’t I even make friends?”
"If I were a healthy young man, mentally and physically, and had no other intentions, I would never make friends with a forty-five-year-old woman."
Han Minjing was fixing her makeup by herself and ignored her words.
Ye Hehuan looked at the face that was still beautiful, but he could also see the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, as well as the faint green halo left by long-term lack of sleep.
"Since you can't bear to have Yin Lian around him, then divorce him. Who are you showing this to?"
Han Minjing said coldly: "Get out."
"What do you want to prove by doing this? Go to his company to make trouble and deliberately embarrass Yin Lian. You want to make him unhappy, but what do you prove?"
Ye Hehuan suddenly felt very tired and said angrily: "If you don't love me, you don't love me anymore. What's the point of being entangled like this? It's better to get divorced and live their own lives from now on..."
"Why should I get a divorce?!"
Han Minjing turned her head and stared at Ye Hehuan, her expression full of sarcasm: "When did you help your father like this? You persuaded me to sign a divorce agreement to make way for that woman? Then I will tell you, as long as I am still alive, that woman
Don’t even think about it in this life! You should also figure out who your biological mother is."
"If you give me a choice, I would rather never come to this world."
After saying that, Ye Hehuan turned around and left the bathroom.
Hearing the sound of the door closing outside, Han Minjing threw the foundation box to the ground, unable to control her excitement.
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Han Minjing put on high heels and came out of the house. Aunt Fan was standing in the yard. Seeing her hesitant expression, Han Minjing asked casually when she walked down the steps: "What's wrong?"
Aunt Fan said: "The eldest lady just ran out. She didn't respond when I called her. I don't know where she went?"
"I'm not a three-year-old child, how can I still get lost?"
"..."
No matter how worried she was, Aunt Fan was choked in her throat.
Han Minjing carried her handbag and when she walked to the entrance of the hospital, she turned back to Aunt Fan and said, "I probably won't be back for dinner, so there's no need to prepare my share."
…
Ye Hehuan didn't stop until his legs were so heavy that he could no longer run.
She bent over and held her knees with her hands, gasping for air as if she had a brain bleed. Her eyes were swollen and her nose was sore.
In the end, she simply sat down on the grass.
Ye Hehuan stared blankly at the artificial lake next to her, as if she was settling her emotions. She didn't know how long she had been sitting like this. When her stomach growled, she took out her phone and looked at the time. It was about five o'clock in the afternoon.
It has become dark.
Ye Hehuan thought that she hadn't picked up her clothes yet, so she stood up, patted her pants, and retraced her steps back to Ye's house.
Aunt Fan finally felt relieved when she saw Ye Hehuan come back, but she felt more and more sorry for this child. She had been in the Ye family for several years, and she also knew the things that happened in the Ye family. No matter how the adults made trouble, the innocent children were the ones who suffered the most. Thinking of just now
She couldn't help but sigh at the wife's indifferent attitude.
"There's no food left in the school cafeteria right now. I'll cook something for you now so you can eat it soon." After saying that, Ye Hehuan couldn't refuse and hurried into the kitchen.
Ye Hehuan went upstairs and went back to his room to pick out the clothes he took away.
As soon as I opened the closet door, I heard voices coming from downstairs. It didn't sound like a peaceful chat, but more like a louder argument.
Ye Hehuan's hand holding the clothes paused, and she recognized that the owners of the two voices were Ye Zanwen and Han Minjing.
"Shameful? What have I done to make you feel embarrassed? If you are so shameless, why don't you feel ashamed when you walk through the city with your *?"
"I don't want to argue with you-"
Han Minjing sneered, threw her handbag on the sofa, and folded her arms: "What, are you feeling guilty?"
Ye Zanwen loosened the knot of his tie, and the veins on his forehead protruded. He raised his finger and pointed at Han Minjing: "Don't sound like I'm sorry for you. We have come to this point. Don't forget what you have done!"
