On the day Ye Lingwei was discharged from the hospital, the results of the previous competition came out. Without any surprises, Fei Lan was the first and got the recommended place from Shen Da.

Ye Lingwei put a white hooded sweatshirt with velvet inside, and a large and wide down jacket and hat covered his head. He looked at Fei Lan, "Don't you have to send me back? Go, I want to go back to my ancestral home."

Fei Lan paused for a moment, "Old man asked you to go back?"

Ye Lingwei nodded, "I guess there is something to say."

Fei Lan pinched Ye Lingwei's finger and said, "Do you want me to accompany you back? Go?"

"No," Ye Lingweiha let out a breath, "The old guy will say something ugly to you."

Old thing?

Seeing Fei Lan take a taxi back to school, Ye Lingwei turned around and stopped the car at another intersection. Ye Cen and the others thought Fei Lan would go back to school with Ye Lingwei, and with a lot of things accumulated over this period, they didn't come.

They didn't know that Ye Zumin called him early in the morning and asked him to come over.

Looking at the white fog all over the sky, Ye Lingwei sighed. The old man was still restless when he was old. Wouldn't he beg for trouble?

"Hey, brother," Ye Lingwei called Ye Cen and said slowly, "Grandpa asked me to come over, will he hit me?"

The boy lowered his eyes, and the fear in his eyes was like seeing a hunter's rabbit. After hanging up the phone, he raised his eyebrows and smiled slowly.

Jiang Hui, who was standing on one side, couldn't help but shudder when she looked at Ye Lingwei like this.

It was only in the past two days that she learned that Ye Lingwei had undergone a transplant. She stayed in the hospital for more than half a month, and she knew that Fei Lan was with her hospital every day, so she had no chance to approach Ye Lingwei.

But as long as you wait patiently, you can always wait for the opportunity.

She always felt that no matter what she did, she was the mother of several children. No matter what they did, they would not hate themselves, but now when she saw Ye Lingwei, she felt that she was thinking wrong.

Just looking at this child like this, Jiang Hui felt unfamiliar and frightened.

"Ms. Jiang?" Ye Lingwei tilted his head slightly, his pupils slightly surprised.

"Jiaojiao, can you sit with your mother for a while?" Jiang Hui said in a hurried manner, her tone even sounded a little humble and begging for mercy.

In the cafe next to the hospital.

Jiang Hui ordered a latte herself, and then Ye Lingwei ordered a cup of hot milk, and finally asked him if he wanted to eat.

"No need," Ye Lingwei shook his head, "What do you have to say? I want to go home."

The milk was brought up quickly, and the white heat was rising. Jiang Hui felt a hazy thing in front of her. She lowered her head and said, "Mom wants to apologize for the mistakes I made before. I shouldn't take medicine when I was pregnant, and I shouldn't leave you when you were so young."

Ye Lingwei looked at the glass of milk and was stunned for a while before he raised his face, his tone was relaxed and ordinary, "I don't hate you. You have nothing to do with me. What you do has nothing to do with me, and you don't need to apologize to me."

Jiang Hui was stunned, then said in a panic, "I'm not, I don't mean that, I want to ask for your forgiveness..."

"Ms. Jiang," Ye Lingwei interrupted him, his tone became a little cold, "Is it because you can't stay at the Fei family anymore and you are worried about your old age, so why do you look for me?"

This was just Ye Lingwei asked casually, what he said, but he didn't expect that Jiang Hui seemed to be really because of this reason. He did not miss the confusion in the guessing and thinking that flashed through Jiang Hui's eyes.

Ye Lingwei smiled.

Jiang Hui was so questioned that she couldn't speak. She opened her mouth and closed it again and again, and repeated several times, finally turning into a helpless sigh, "Why are you so mean now?"

She simply put the blame on Ye Lingwei. Ye Lingwei looked at her funnyly, as if watching a clown performing in a variety of ways.

"Ms. Jiang, I'll put my words on the table to tell you clearly." Ye Lingwei's face was hidden in the fluffy collar of the down jacket, with bright eyes, but his tone was so cold that it could freeze Jiang Hui's whole body.

"You came to me because you felt that the possibility of convinced me was the greatest," Ye Lingwei chuckled, "but you must have had some misunderstandings about my understanding. Compared with my elder and second brothers, I should hate you the most."

"After all..." Ye Lingwei pointed at the position of his chest and heart, "My heart disease is all thanks to you. If you think you will have a happy old age life with me..."

The boy's tail sound slowly grew, and he leaned against the soft sofa. The steaming heat filled the coldness in his eyebrows and eyes, "I am so happy."

Jiang Hui was stunned. She seemed to not know Ye Lingwei in front of her, and her lips were trembling, which made her look less like an elegant lady. "I want to go find Ye Cen and Ye Xuan, they will not leave me alone."

Recently, Fei Qiang has begun to be a little abnormal. He no longer goes home on time every day, and he will not coax her in a gentle manner. Overtime work has become the norm. Jiang Hui looks at herself in the mirror every day. She is frightened to realize that she is old, no longer beautiful.

Despite the card Ye Fengmian, she could not leave Fei Qiang.

Thinking of Ye Fengmian, a strange smile slowly appeared on the corner of Jiang Hui's mouth. She asked Ye Lingwei, "Are you with Fei Lan?"

Before Ye Lingwei could answer, he saw Jiang Hui crossing the table and looking at herself carefully. After a while, she smiled, "You look very similar to your father. Except for your eyes like me, you actually look very much like your father in other places."

"The look you look at me like this now is really similar to your father."

"No wonder Fei Lan likes you..."

Ye Lingwei frowned, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Hui calmed down and felt that her previous loss of composure was a bit ridiculous. She took a sip of the tin into her mouth, moistened her lower lips before she said without any haste, "After all, the people who like the Ye family in the Fei family are genetic."

"Dad Fei Lan, I have loved your father for many years." Jiang Hui said, her fingers slowly clenched. She didn't understand why no one loved her. Even if Fei Qiang was by her side, it was because Ye Fengmian, who had been dead for so many years.

Ye Lingwei was a little confused, "I don't understand very much, what does this have to do with me?"

At this moment, Ye Lingwei finally knew who the person written in Aishu's diary was, his father, and the people Fei Qiang loved from beginning to end were all his father.

But he never said it, even got married and had children, and took over the wife of the person he liked. Ye Lingwei felt helpless and puzzled by this pathological love.

Jiang Hui gritted her teeth, "Aren't you afraid that Fei Qiang will attack you?"

"..." Ye Lingwei smiled a little happy, "Ms. Jiang, your love will change, but others won't."

The cell phone in my pocket rang, and it was the old man who was urging me. Ye Lingwei stood up, looked at Jiang Hui, and left the last few words, "I have to leave, don't come to me in the future, whether you want me to give it to me? You still want to get rid of me and Fei Lan."

"If you want money, don't come to me. My money is given to Ye Cen. You can also go to Ye Xuan, but Ye Xuan is in a bad mood recently. He has no patience to anyone except me."

"I really want to say something that goes all out, but I always feel that Ms. Jiang will have to come to me in the future," Ye Lingwei sighed with some distress, "But don't say anything wrong with Fei Lan, because..."

The smile on Ye Lingwei's face slowly dissipated, "I don't like others saying that my boyfriend is bad."

"Maybe, I will splash this cup of hot milk on your face," Ye Lingwei bent down, Jiang Hui was so scared that she suddenly stepped back. Ye Lingwei grinned, and there was something bad between her eyebrows, "Well? Maybe, I will complain to my elder brother."

"Ye Cen listens to you?" Jiang Hui looked at the cup of steaming milk, with obvious fear in her eyes.

"You can try it. See who doesn't listen to me, either brother or second brother." After Ye Lingwei said that, he stood up, tightened his collar, and walked out of the cafe directly.

Jiang Hui looked to the road through the glass window, and a taxi happened to park in front of him. He opened the car door and got into the car. His side face was so delicate that it could not be described in words. Jiang Hui remembered that when Ye Lingwei was just born, everyone around her said that she would have a very beautiful son in the future.

Ye Lingwei is indeed very beautiful, but now he no longer recognizes himself. Jiang Hui, who realizes this, suddenly felt her chest start to hurt.

From a distance, the old house of Ye’s family actually felt a little withered. Perhaps because of winter, the lush and vigorous green plants were formed? A bare branch, the lawn was frozen by snow, and once the snow melted, the withered grass became awesome, and the feeling of withering came towards us.

"Come alone?" Ye Zumin, who was sitting in the living room reading newspapers, heard the movement at the door of the house, and did not look back, and his eyes did not move away from the newspaper in his hand for a second.

Ye Lingwei handed the down jacket to the aunt next to him and walked to the fireplace in the living room to sit down.

Ye Zumin was particularly good at enjoying it. The dry firewood in the fireplace was burning. As soon as he entered the house, he mistakenly thought he was in the spring weather. He wore glasses and revealed a little old look.

Unlike Jiang Hui's mental fatigue, Ye Zumin is really old.

Without hearing the answer, Ye Zumin snorted coldly and wanted to curse, but after seeing Ye Lingwei's face, he insisted on enduring it, but his tone still didn't sound good.

"How did you feel after the surgery?"

Ye Lingwei nodded lazyly, "It's better."

Ye Zumin shook the newspaper, a little awkward. He didn't know what to say to Ye Lingwei. It was not a waste of his life to this age. Ye Cen wanted to leave the genealogy. A large part of the reason was because of the boy in front of him. Ye Cen felt that his younger brother was unhappy with him, so he simply left the genealogy directly.

No matter what, Ye Zumin still didn't want the family to dissolve, and he was willing to lower his head for this.

"Tell me what I want to eat and tell the kitchen that I will eat here tonight, and your elder brother will come." Ye Zumin has been used to being a superior person in this life, and no matter who he talks to, he always speaks with a tone of giving orders.

Ye Lingwei shook his head, "No, just say whatever you want, let me wait? I'll go back to school."

As soon as he said this, Ye Zumin's face changed. He slapped the newspaper on the coffee table and said angrily, "Why are you making a fuss? It's all a family, who are you angry with?"

Ye Lingwei was originally looking at the fire in the fireplace, and he slowly moved his gaze to Ye Zumin's face. Seeing the old man's face turned red and wanted to laugh. Can Ye Zumin be so angry? It is not easy.

"Grandpa, I'm not angry," Ye Lingwei said slowly, "I just didn't treat you as my family anymore."

When I said this, my heart, which was not used to being pulled by the familiar hunger blood vessels, began to hurt in a cowardly manner. In fact, no matter what ruthless words or what ruthless things I said, the old man opposite was his grandfather.

He has been following since he was a child, and has always hoped that he could hug himself and praise his grandfather.

But those expectations have long been trampled into mud in Ye Zumin's cold words day after day.

Ye Zumin was obviously furious.

The aunt who had been guarding the side came over and quickly gave the old man a happy moment, looking at Ye Lingwei with some blame, "The old man is so old, I did something sorry for you before. Now he knows to treat you well, so don't bother with the old man, okay?"

I wonder if the aunt herself realized that when she spoke to Ye Lingwei, her tone couldn't help but follow her tone, lighter and softer.

Ye Lingwei shook his head, "Not good."

"I will stay here for you today. If you call me in the future, I will come over if I have time, but I can't do it to you like before." Ye Lingwei said this sincerely. He really can't describe them as family members now, and it may be more accurate to describe them as "the obligation."

"Young Master..." the aunt said anxiously.

The fire in the fireplace was so lively that several sparks splashed out from time to time. Ye Lingwei reached out to warm up.

Ye Zumin looked at the boy's back and thought of the relentlessness in Ye Lingwei's words just now, and suddenly felt a little regretful.

"You don't have to worry," Ye Lingwei's voice sounded faintly, "I won't let my elder brother get out of the genealogy, you are still our old man."

"Young Master..." The aunt looked distressed and called Ye Lingwei.

Ye Zumin was also stunned, "You made Ye Cen escape from the genealogy?"

"Yes," Ye Lingwei admitted casually, "Don't be too happy too early. I can let my elder brother stop and let my elder brother continue."
To be continued...