Chapter 4
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Sun Dongqing's rushing footsteps came to an abrupt halt when she saw the pair of sharp scissors shining with a cold light.
She saw the viciousness on Ye Chien's face and the coldness in his eyes.
For no reason, her heart skipped a beat. Her hand, which was holding the bamboo stick up high, dropped instantly.
"Aunt, before the matter is investigated thoroughly, don't make a fuss about making my life difficult. I'm not afraid that the whole family will suffer because of me."
Ye Chien said coldly. His eyes were very dark, even darker than the night sky. His eyes were especially bright, as bright as the stars.
When he stared fiercely, the color in his eyes changed. His eyes were like the ever-changing aurora …
Although they were beautiful, they made people feel fearful.
"Stupid girl …"
"Let's see how long you can keep up your pretense! When the teacher comes looking for you, you can explain yourself. " Facing Ye Chien's viciousness, Sun Dongqing's heart skipped a beat. Subconsciously, she thought: Did Yingying lie?
As the thought flashed through her mind, Sun Dongqing hurriedly stopped herself.
Impossible! Yingying had always been obedient. It was impossible for her to lie.
No, she had to ask Yingying.
Sun Dongqing thought of the seriousness of this matter. She threw the bamboo stick down and walked out.
This matter happened to Ye Chien. She wasn't anxious at all. After all, she wasn't her daughter. Her mother-in-law also hated this granddaughter to death.
But … Sun Dongqing didn't know why, but she felt very anxious. She felt that something bad was going to happen.
Ye Chien coldly watched her leave. The corners of his mouth curved slightly. In the mirror, she saw her own fourteen-year-old face clearly.
Although her facial features were delicate, there was still a hint of youthfulness. However, the smile on the corners of her lips was already filled with the vicissitudes of life.
Her gaze softened slightly. Her faint eyes had an extremely cold look. She looked up and saw Sun Dongqing hurriedly chase out of the courtyard. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared from her sight.
Ye Chien coldly retracted his gaze. He found a comb and began to comb his black hair.
Ye Ying, this time, watch carefully!
Back then, I let you off because of a momentary lapse in judgment. Now, I will definitely make you beg for death!
Under the peach blossom tree outside the house, Ye Ying, who was folding peach branches, was frightened by Sun Dongqing's voice. She pouted unhappily. "Mom, you scared me."
Sun Dongqing couldn't bear to say harsh words to her daughter, so she asked in a low voice, "What did you say when you came back yesterday? What's going on?"
"What do you mean?" Ye Ying lowered her head, the tip of her nose gently touching the delicate peach petal. She hid the panic in her eyes. "How would I know what's going on?"
"Come in and tell me!" Sun Dongqing looked around and made sure that no one was around. Then, she pulled her daughter into her bedroom and began to interrogate her.
Ye Chien, who came out from the other side of the house, watched the mother and daughter tugging and pulling each other into the house. With a faint smile on his lips, he walked out of Sun Dongqing's house.
This was not her home.
Her house was located in the innermost part of the village, next to a bamboo forest. Every brick and tile had been added by her parents when they were still alive.
Before the age of four, it was heaven.
In front of the house, there was a garden full of peach blossoms. Behind the house, there was the sound of bamboo waves.
She sat under the peach blossom tree, resting her chin on her hands as she watched her mother read a poem aloud. Her eyelids gradually drooped as she fell asleep.
Her father, who had just returned from digging up spring bamboo shoots, was beside her, peeling bamboo shoots while laughing. Occasionally, he would laugh and say, "Jane is like you. She likes to read."
Her heavenly happiness came to an abrupt end at the age of four.
Ye Chien, who was reminiscing until tears flowed from his eyes, saw a villager walking over and quickly wiped the corners of his eyes.
Before Ye Chien could greet the villagers, who were busy in spring, they surrounded her and asked about her health. "Aiya, Miss Jian, you're awake? Does your head still hurt? "
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