Before she got off work, Ye Huanyan received a call from Ji Xiaoyue. She didn't listen to what was said on the other end of the line. After she hung up, she reached out and hailed a cab.
"Miss, where are you going?"
"Jin Jiang Court."
She didn't believe that Ling Han was such a heartless person.
When she returned to Ling Han's villa, she looked at the empty room she lived in. Her heart felt empty. Everything that belonged to her had been packed away.
Lingling looked like she wanted to say something but stopped. After hesitating for a while, she had no choice but to speak.
"Miss Ye, when Young Master left this morning, he said … to pack your things and you have to move out."
She held onto the door frame and forced a smile.
"I know. If you don't mind, I would like to walk around."
"You, Young Master might come back late today. Why don't you have dinner before you leave? I'll go cook now. It's not too late."
"It's okay. You should rest. I'll leave in a while."
Lingling looked at the dejected figure and sighed helplessly.
Why did the Young Master treat Miss Ye like this with his unpredictable personality?
Ye Huanyan knew that Ling Han had made up his mind to let her go this time. He didn't throw a tantrum at her and didn't show any emotions. In his eyes, she could only see disgust.
Her hand touched the bed that she had slept on. It was pure white and flawless. New bedsheets had been changed, but why could she still smell the scent of another woman in the air? It made her stomach churn.
She held her chest and walked to Ling Han's bedroom. The nausea in her stomach gradually calmed down.
Ling Han's room was cold. The walls were dark blue and the sheets were dark grey. It was like a room in the deep sea. She felt stuffy as soon as she entered.
She took a deep breath and felt a little better. She didn't dare to stay for too long and turned to leave.
From the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw the safe by the bed. It wasn't closed. She frowned and hesitated for a while before deciding to close it for him.
Maybe there were some important confidential documents inside.
When her fingers touched the door of the safe, her eyes froze.
There was only one open black suede box in the cupboard. The lid was turned to one side, revealing a palm-sized piece of white napkin. In the middle of the napkin was a sketch of a blue character drawn with a ballpoint pen.
That person had an unnatural smile on his face. His face was a little stiff and angular, and his eyes were dark and bottomless. Although he put on a sullen expression, there was a trace of doting in his eyes.
Many years ago, when she was about to take the art examination, Jiang Meilan and Ling Dongming were on a business trip and were not at home. She begged him and dragged him to a small restaurant for a meal.
"Big Brother Ling Han, my teacher said that I'm very talented in drawing, especially sketching people, so you don't have to worry too much about my exams."
"You're the one who's worried."
"Of course not!"
"You've already said that sentence three times."
"But it's really what Teacher said. My character sketches will definitely pass."
"The fourth time."
Ye Huanyan lowered her head and was a little dejected. Her originally excited expression disappeared.
"Okay … To be honest, my teacher said that my character sketches are very bad and I can't capture the charm of the person."
Ling Han, who was sitting opposite her in casual clothes, glanced at her indifferently.
"So, if you can't pass this year, then you can take the exam next year. What's the big deal?"
"But then I'll have to wait another year!"
"Wait for what?"
"Uncle Ling said that he can marry you after graduation …" Facing Ling Han's puzzled gaze, Ye Huanyan covered her mouth.
"No, nothing. Um, do you want me to draw for you? Uncle Ling said that you're very good at drawing."
"No."
"Objection overruled. Anyway, sit here. I'll be quick." Ye Huanyan giggled and raised her arm. "Boss, lend me a pen!"
Eight years have passed in a flash. He still keeps a sketch portrait from eight years ago?
Ye Huanyan couldn't believe it. She thought of the photo she found in his office before. She felt that it couldn't be something to humiliate a person.
Ling Han, what are you thinking?
A faded diary at the head of the bed attracted her attention. She frowned, and her fingers involuntarily touched the open book.
It was obvious that it had been there for some years. It was a lace design, which didn't seem to belong to a man.
Is it a woman's thing?
Outside the villa, a red sports car stopped behind the green plants in the distance. Behind the windshield, a delicate face was hidden under the gray fur vest. Sheng Anran frowned and stared at the door of Ling Han's villa. She was more and more confused.
Last night was the first time she went to Ling Han's residence. She deliberately wet her clothes because she didn't want to leave. Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected gain. Why are there women's coats and pajamas in Ling Han's house?
It's still brand new. The style of the coat is completely the clothes worn by women in the workplace.
She came here in the morning and met Ling Han, but she didn't find anything strange. She came again in the afternoon.
The woman who had just entered was obviously Ling Han's secretary Ye Huanyan.
She frowned. Wasn't it Ji Xiaoyue who had an affair with Ling Han?
Ye Huanyan had been in for a while. She couldn't bear it. Her fingers touched the door switch.
At this time, a black car slowly drove into the community and stopped at the door of the villa. Ling Han's figure got out of the car, handed over the bag in his hand to the maid who came out to greet him, and then pulled the tie around his neck and walked into the house.
Sheng Anran's face was stiff, and she slowly withdrew her fingers.
Compared with figuring out the relationship between Ye Huanyan and Ling Han, it's more important not to violate Ling Han's orders.
In the living room,
Ling Ling put away Ling Han's coat and hesitantly looked upstairs.
Ling Han's eyes fell on the high-heeled shoes at the entrance, and his face sank. "Ye Huanyan is here?"
Ling Ling's face was stiff, and she quickly covered it up.
"Miss Ye seems to have left something here, so … so she came back to get it …"
"What did she have? Why did she leave it here?"
Ling Han looked up and saw that the door of the master bedroom was open. A trace of anger climbed up his eyebrows. He pulled off his tie and threw it on the sofa, and strode upstairs.
The door of the master bedroom was half open, and the dim light inside faintly came through. Ye Huanyan's vision was getting blurrier and blurrier. She held the edge of the diary and read every word in it over and over again in disbelief.
"I know the relationship between that woman and Dongming, and I also know that Dongming only has guilt for me. If there is no guilt, I'm afraid there is only boredom, right? In fact, it's very good. I don't intend to make a fuss. Han 'er is back. No matter what, Han' er is his son. But she asked to meet me. I didn't think that I was so cowardly to let this woman think that I can voluntarily abdicate? It's really ridiculous … "
Her fingertips rubbed over the two words Han 'er, and her eyes were full of tears.
Ye Huanyan had never thought that her mother, a woman who was fierce and resolute but kind and gentle in her bones, would interfere in someone else's family, and even do it so brazenly.
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