C147 (2/2)

Jiang Fangyi seemed to have noticed that there was someone upstairs. He quickly looked up and was shocked by the scene upstairs.

What kind of scene was that? Ye Xianyu was held in the arms of another man, and Rong En's wheelchair was parked beside them. The old man stood outside the crowd, looking coldly at them.

The intense confrontation seemed as if it would burst at any moment.

Jiang Fangyi lowered his head and caressed Rong Le's cheek, ”Good child, what's going on? ”How can you just get hurt like that?”

Finally, there was someone who was concerned about her. Rong Le's initial grievance was immediately reduced to ten points. The moment she opened her mouth, she felt aggrieved and reprimanded him again.

Jiang Fangyi was very helpless in his heart. He did not expect himself to be this stupid. He really did not have any brains. He could not even do such a small thing.

Suppressing all the thoughts in her heart, she gently advised, ”There must be some misunderstanding. Envy is not that kind of person.”

Not like that, not like that? As she said this, she raised her head to look at Ye Xianzi, who seemed to be hesitating to speak. It was as if she wanted to criticize him, as if there was something he wanted to say but didn't dare to.

With such an intense desire to cover up, it was as if the whole thing was really told to Rong Le. It was Ye Xiayu who was the thief and wanted to catch the thief.

Such a gaze was much more effective than the jeering from earlier.

When Ye Xiayu met this gaze, she rolled her eyes at the ceiling. Just by looking at it, she knew that this matter wasn't that easy to deal with. Sure enough, this woman was the powerful one. Perhaps all that Rong Le had done was instigated by her, then she eagerly ran over to check out the situation.

She looked down coldly at the ground floor and did not say a word. If she tried to defend herself, it would only make her suspect even more.

He shifted his gaze to Jung En. What had happened all depended on the man's judgement.

But she forgot that she was still in the arms of another man.

Joun was looking at her and the man as if they were frozen to death. ”Come here,” he said coldly.

The truth of her sister's injuries couldn't be compared to her being tangled with other men.

Ye Xiayu silently pushed away the arm around her waist and thanked the man who was looking at her.

”It's not safe here. I can't let my wife stay here. I'm sorry, Master Rong. I must take her away.”

As he spoke, he actually carried the man in his arms. The man's firm arms and his biting cold aura came so suddenly that it caused her to blush and struggle as she said, ”Put me down.”

At this point, the woman's intentions were completely ignored. The man only looked at Jouen who was standing in front of him, hoping that he would get out of the way.

”She was safe when you weren't there.” Although he needed to hold his head up, he didn't lose his momentum in the slightest when talking to Xiao Huai about flowers.

”But, the one who was trying to harm her was a member of your Rong family. If I remember correctly, that must be your little sister, young master Rong.”

The atmosphere between the two became even colder.

He looked at the woman in his arms. ”Are you sure you want to go with him?”

Not sure, if it was possible, she didn't want to choose anyone. She was her own, whether it was Ye Xiayu or Shen Liangxia, she just wanted to be herself, recover her lost memories, take care of the child in her womb, and let the child have a father.

Let the child have a father —

Let the child have a father —

Let the child have a father —

She raised her head to look at Xiao Ming and suppressed the urge in her heart to pacify this man's frown. She gently said, ”Mister Xiao, please let me down. I cannot leave this place.”

If it were her, love would be love, not love would be not love. She could leave freely and unrestrainedly without caring about anyone else, but she still had a child in her stomach, she couldn't let her child not have a father.

She didn't want her child to be an illegitimate child. The only thing she could do was to stay by her father's side and give him birth, giving him a legal status.

She had to think of her child and bury her head like a quail, as if hiding so that she could see nothing, see his wrinkled brow, see the hurt look on his face, see the pain in his eyes …

However, he still heard that man say, ”Do you really want me to let you down?”

The quiet voice was filled with questions of disbelief. She was so close to his heart that she seemed to have heard something break.

She hesitated, unable to bear to do so. In the end, she nodded and whispered, ”Yes, I want you to let go of me.”