"She answered Beicheng's call first, and she kept crying after that." Yan's mother pursed her lips, a little embarrassed on her face: "If you don't like it, it doesn't matter if you don't talk to her. Mom knows it's Shuirou who is sorry for you.

"

"It's nothing. It's rare that I come back, so why don't we talk face to face." Yan Xiaye tried his best to prepare himself mentally. He didn't open the door and walked in until his heart was so painful that he was paralyzed.

In the living room, Yan Jianguo sat in the main seat with a sword and a golden horse. He looked at Yan Xiaye with eyes full of disgust: "Tell yourself, how are you going to deal with Shui Rou's matter?"

"How should I deal with it?" Yan Xiaye had no expression on his face, sat down on the opposite side of the sofa with his hands in his sleeves, and said casually, "How does she want me to deal with it?"

"Nonsense, your sister gave birth to a child in Beicheng, and Ya'er is your sister's biological daughter. What's the point of you still occupying the position of the young lady of the Li family?" Yan Jianguo foamed at the mouth and expressed his position on Yan Shuirou's behalf.

Said: "Your sister has been keeping her integrity for Beicheng for so many years, so she must want to marry him, you know."

"I know." From an angle that no one else could see, Yan Xiaye pierced his fingers into his palms and sneered to see how shameless his father could be, "So what? Do you mean to ask me to abdicate in favor of someone more worthy?"

"You caused Shuirou to commit suicide. You owe her this!" Yan Jianguo felt guilty for a moment, and the next second he was full of courage: "As long as you divorce Beicheng, Shuirou is willing to forgive you, and you are still good to your parents.

Daughter, otherwise..."

Since when did she become the one who needed to be forgiven?

Yan Xiaye couldn't hold it back any longer, her shoulders trembled and she chuckled: "I don't know what you said, Yan Shuirou. I only know that even if Li Beicheng and I divorce, she will never be Mrs. Li. Moreover,

I will never give her a chance to have her dreams come true."

"Damn girl, what Beicheng said is absolutely right. The reason why Shuirou committed suicide is all because of you!" Yan Jianguo's chest rose and fell angrily. He looked at Yan Xiaye as if he were looking at an enemy, and gritted his teeth and cursed: "Today's divorce

The agreement must be signed whether you sign it or not!”

After his reminder, Yan Xiaye discovered a piece of agreement lying quietly on the coffee table.

She picked it up and read it with tears in her eyes. She paused on a few key words and asked in disbelief: "Forget about divorce, do you still want me to transfer all the assets in my name to Yan Shuirou?"

"Of course, everything you have was given by the Li family. From now on, Shuirou will be the young lady of the Li family. Why do you take away the property that belongs to Shuirou?" Yan Jianguo did not expect that Yan Xiaye would be so calm that he

Instead, he lost his sense of control and couldn't wait to throw the pen over her shoulder: "Sign, otherwise you won't be able to leave this house today!"

The pen hit Yan Xiaye hard with the force of venting anger.

The pain was sharp, but compared to the pain in Yan Xiaye's heart, it was nothing worth mentioning.

She picked up the agreement with two fingers and tore it into pieces piece by piece in front of Yan Jianguo.

"Go tell Yan Shuirou that as long as I am alive, the position of the young lady of the Li family will never be with her, and she will only be a mistress who is looked down upon by others in her life!"

"You!" Yan Jianguo blushed and had a thick neck. He picked up a water glass and threw it at it, shouting with a curse: "You are just talking to your father like this? Believe it or not, I will never let you enter this house again!"

"Okay." Yan Xiaye put one hand on the armrest of the sofa, staggered and stood up, and said in an unusually calm and cold voice: "I don't owe this family anything. Since this family doesn't want me, then I don't want this family either."

When she said these words, even if she pretended to be indifferent, her hands and feet would inevitably become cold and her face would burst into tears.

Li Beicheng, Li Beicheng, after all, she was still not as skilled as him, and he targeted her where it hurt the most.

From then on, in this cold and unfeeling world, she truly became a loner with no one to rely on.

The rest of Yan Jianguo's roar was suddenly stuck in his throat. He couldn't swallow it or spit it out. He could only watch Yan Xiaye drift away.

No, this was completely different from what he imagined, where Yan Xiaye cried and knelt down to beg his forgiveness!

No matter how unconventional he is, he can't be as cruel as this damn girl.

In order for the father and daughter to communicate well, Yan's mother hid in the kitchen and did not come out.

At this moment, she cut the fruit plate and saw Yan Xiaye's slender back walking through the garden through the kitchen window, getting into a taxi without looking back, looking strangely determined.

Her heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat. She hurried to the living room and saw a dejected Yan Jianguo among the scraps of paper on the floor. She hurriedly asked: "Why did Xia Ye leave? Did you say something that shouldn't be said again?

?”

"It doesn't matter. From today on, you will act as if you have never given birth to that dead girl. We have Shui Rou, which is enough to enjoy our old age!" Yan Jianguo panted, and waved his hand in exhaustion, not allowing Yan's mother to ask any more questions.

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Yan's mother stood there stunned for a long time, covered her face and squatted down while crying.

How gentle and filial Xia Ye's child was, she didn't say it in the past, and even took advantage of it to manipulate the child, but she knew it best in her heart.

But when Xia Ye really makes up her mind, everything will be difficult to change.

…

It is getting late and a heavy rain is coming.

Yan Xiaye chose to get off the bus in the city center. Her heart felt as cold as a piece of ice. She was wandering on the roadside like a lonely soul. Even though she was in it, she was still out of tune with the bustling streets.

Those happiness and warmth belonged to others. She stood on the street and looked away, looking at the happy silhouettes of various families in the hotel windows, imagining that she was one of them, and actually felt a trace of indescribable warmth.

A boy looked at her silently for a while, then stood on tiptoes and asked for a moon cake from his mother. He ran over and stuffed it into Yan Xiaye's palm: "Sister, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. If you continue to be unhappy like this, even Sister Yue will do it."

unhappy."

It turns out to be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Yan Xiaye nodded silently and wanted to smile in reply, but the corners of his lips seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

She had no choice but to face the child's worried and innocent eyes, and she had no choice but to nod her head again.

Seeing her abnormal behavior, the little boy's mother probably thought she was some kind of mental patient. She hurried over and took the child away before it rained: "Good baby, you did a good thing. That sister must be very good."

happy."

Yan Xiaye didn't know whether she was happy or not. She stood on the street and looked up at the sky. What she saw was no moonlight, only dark clouds pressing down on her.
Chapter completed!