"Ye Wenyong, you stop right there, you bastard! What kind of sin did I commit in my past life to be married to you, this scoundrel, in this one? If you dare step out of this house, then never co back..." Feng Dai took off her high heels and hurled them viciously. The shoe heel hit Ye Wenyong’s back, causing him to pause before cursing under his breath and getting into the car, which soon drove out of the villa’s gates.
Feng Dai chased for a step or two and then broke into tears, crying and cursing. In this mont, Feng Dai seed much older, like a woman beyond her years. Ye Feng saw the strands of gray in her hair, sighed, and went over to pull her into an embrace.
"Mom, why put yourself through this?"
Feng Dai suddenly found her anchor, and cried her heart out in his arms: "Feng’er, I have nothing left, only you now. You must help mom..."
Ye Wenyong, not to ntion, Ye Xiaoxiao, can’t be relied on either. She can only depend on Ye Feng now, but Ye Feng’s wife has a deep, irreconcilable conflict with her. As long as Ning Zijin is around, she can’t be at ease. Her only plan now is to get Ye Yuwei pregnant with Ye Feng’s child as soon as possible, and then to kick Ning Zijin out of the house. As long as she holds onto Ye Feng, this house will still be her kingdom.
Thinking this in her heart, her face was full of pitiful tears. As the saying goes, there is no overnight feud between mother and son. Seeing Feng Dai so pitiful, Ye Feng’s heart softened. She was his birth mother, after all; he couldn’t be ruthless. He hoped through this trial, his mother would co to her senses and stop pressuring Jinjin.
"Mom, let’s go back to the room first, and talk about other things slowly." Ye Feng’s tone was rarely soft. A flash of triumph crossed Feng Dai’s drooping eyes; ultimately, he was flesh of her flesh, and at a critical mont, he leaned towards her.
Unlike Xiaoxiao, that ungrateful daughter, who hasn’t even uttered a word of concern since the incident, despite all the love hat was given to her before; that daughter was raised for nothing.
Now, she must grasp this son’s heart tightly: "Feng’er, I was wrong before. I apologize to you and Zijin. I understand now, as long as you and Zijin have a good relationship, what’s important about having grandchildren? I was too extre before, my only fear is Zijin not forgiving ..." With that, she moved to slap herself.
Ye Feng quickly grabbed her wrist, "Mom, Jinjin won’t bla you. She just told you have been through a lot, she forgives you."
Feng Dai sneered inwardly, Ning Zijin really knew how to act; let’s see who can act better next. She sighed: "Hopefully."
In another room, Ye Xiaoxiao listened to the commotion downstairs, a smirk of mocking ford at the corner of her lips.
This is far from enough...
Ye Feng consoled her for a while, brought her dinner, and then left. Feng Dai wasn’t in the mood to eat, so she called Ye Yuwei. Everything was well at the hospital, and the surgery was scheduled for tomorrow. On this last evening, Ye Yuwei naturally felt a bit nervous.
"Aunt Feng, I’m scared, can you co and stay with ?" Ye Yuwei said quietly, making Feng Dai’s heart ache dearly, but she couldn’t step away now, and it was raining outside. So she comforted, "Don’t be afraid, Aunt Feng will visit you tomorrow. Have a good sleep, and when you wake up, you will see Aunt Feng."
Ye Yuwei’s voice held a hint of crying: "Alright...."
"Rest well, tell what you want to eat, and I will bring it tomorrow. You must take care of your health; I rely on you to give a big healthy grandson."
Ye Yuwei smiled: "Okay, I understand, Aunt Feng."
The rain grew heavier, torrential drops pounded the windows, like the bloody mouth of a wild beast. In the silent darkness, it was easy for fear to breed within the heart.
Ye Yuwei shivered on the hospital bed, her heart full of fear. What she feared most was such a rainy night because it reminded her of those terrifying mories; the night she was abandoned was such a rainy night.
She was about to shed this identity, to marry into a wealthy family and beco a person above others. The ridicule and disdain she’d grown up with would soon turn into envy and jealousy, along with the tall, heroic figure of that man. Since their first encounter, he has beco her sweetest yet most bitter heartache. But soon, she would beco his rightful wife, bearing children for him, and making als with love.
She prayed with all her heart for the storm to pass quickly, for tomorrow to arrive sooner.
"Ding-a-ling-ling" The phone rang suddenly, and Ye Yuwei imdiately felt like a frightened bird, tightly hugging herself.
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