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"Alright." Jingya agreed without hesitation. When she thought about how he had decided to ruin her reputation, she felt that she had to see this face of hers!

Twenty minutes later, she arrived at the place where she first communicated face-to-face with Ye Beicheng.

He randomly found a seat and sat down, while waiting for Ye Beicheng to arrive. At the same time, he pondered about why Ye Beicheng wanted to announce that she was pregnant.

"Sorry, there's a traffic jam."

As she lowered her head to ponder over the answer, a deep yet magnetic voice suddenly entered her ears. She suddenly raised her head and caught a glimpse of a face that could shake the world.

"Why do you say I'm pregnant?"

The direct question had replaced the greeting. Ye Beicheng stared at Yu Jingya with a displeased expression and explained sincerely: "It won't be easy to get married if you don't say that."

"Don't tie up if it's not easy." she interrupted gloomily.

Ye Beicheng frowned and reminded her: "Did I ask if you thought clearly? You nodded your head."

"…" She nodded, but —

"That doesn't mean you can say I'm pregnant without my consent? This is related to my reputation! "

His long and narrow eyes lazily moved towards the bright lights outside the window. Ye Beicheng reminded him once again, "I also said that you have to be mentally prepared and remind you that there will be gains and losses."

"…" He was truly speechless.

"Remind me, remind me, do you think I'm a worm in your stomach? "How do I know what you mean by that?"

Ye Beicheng's eyes were full of interest as he smiled mischievously: "So you are so traditional, you can't accept a pregnancy before marriage?"

"It's not that I can't accept it." She furrowed her brows, looking like she was about to go crazy. "If my reputation is ruined, then so be it. This isn't the most serious problem …"

"Then what's the most serious problem?" the man across from him asked.

"The most serious problem is..." Yu Jingya gritted her teeth. "Now that you're boasting that I'm pregnant, how are you going to deal with me then?"

Ye Beicheng grabbed the coffee on the table and gulped it down gloomily. He stared at her anxious expression and said calmly, "Isn't it fine to make a human?"

Puff …

The coffee that he hadn't had the chance to swallow sprayed out without warning, accurately spitting all of it onto Ye Beicheng's pure white suit jacket.

"Why did you spit at me?" Ye Beicheng's body stiffened and his handsome face froze.

Yu Jingya stood up in a flurry and awkwardly took out a tissue to wipe him clean. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose …"

The two of them looked at each other from a distance. He raised his palm to cover his face and said with a frown, "Don't spit on my face again."

"…"

Just when he was worried that he couldn't find a suitable topic to talk about to break the awkward silence, a melodious ringtone sounded. Ye Beicheng looked at the number and then pressed refuse for no reason.

He bent down to wipe off the stains on his body with a tissue and called the rejected number again. He still did not answer, which aroused someone's curiosity —

"Who is it?" Yu Jingyaenuo asked.

"It's home." Ye Beicheng said honestly.

She was stunned for a moment, but she quickly understood. "Is your family going to punish you?"

"Probably."

"Wow …" Covering her mouth with her hands, she looked at him sympathetically, "You're finished."

Although her eyes showed sympathy, her tone was filled with schadenfreude. Ye Beicheng stopped what he was doing and narrowed his eyes at her. Before he could finish, he saw her quickly stand up.

"It's getting late, I need to hurry home!" That fellow knew that he had said the wrong thing and immediately fled.

Gazing at her disappearing figure, Ye Beicheng smiled bitterly. Looking at her docile appearance, he guessed that she wouldn't be an easy target in the future.

He took off his dirty suit jacket and left the café with steady steps. It was time to face the storm.

Be it the scenery or environment, they were all high class in the most golden area of the city. The great house in Ye Family had a majestic aura which gave off a feeling of majesty that no one was allowed to approach. The two stone lions in front of the house were vivid and lifelike.

In the eyes of several generations of people, whether it was in terms of power or wealth, the Ye's family was forever out of reach.

Ye Beicheng stopped the car and looked at the Rolex on his wrist. 9: 38.

It was easy to get out, which was why he had been living alone all this time.

After pressing the doorbell, the person who opened the door was Heerou's father, Shi Dinghai. He had been calm and reserved for many years: "Young Master, you're back."

Ye Beicheng nodded and asked softly, "Uncle Hai, how are you recently?"

"I'm fine. Go in quickly. The master and mistress are waiting for you." Shi Dinghai reminded him.

As he walked through the long corridor, he could hear the sound of flowing water. Everything was quiet and peaceful, as if it could cleanse a person's mind, but he knew that this was only the calm before the storm.

In the spacious and bright hall, two gloomy-faced people were sitting on a European sofa. One was Ye Beicheng's hot-tempered father, Ye Guoxian, and the other was Dou Huayue, the mother who was the most respected of them all.

"Dad, Mom." Ye Beicheng walked closer, his expression was calm without a trace of nervousness.

"Pa ~ ~ ~"

Dou Huayue slammed the newspaper in her hands onto the crystal tea table and asked angrily, "Is she the one who insists on marrying no one?"

His hair was a bit messy, and his face had a shocked and confused expression. All of that was not important, the most important thing was that the title that was enlarged, and impressively written on it was: "The fairy tale between Cinderella and the Prince, imparted on the fourth generation of Ye's."

"Yes." He replied firmly with his eyes slightly lowered.

Dou Huayue grabbed the newspaper and walked in front of him, her fingers trembling as she pointed at Yu Jingya's photo. Eh? Is that true? You don't even have the most basic of appearances, did you deliberately make it difficult for Ye Family? "

Ye Beicheng took the newspaper and studied it for a few seconds before he said playfully: "This reporter really doesn't know how to take photos. She's much prettier than the newspapers."

"Pa …"

Although he had a fiery temper, this was the first time he had hit his son. In the past, no matter what Beicheng did, he would turn a blind eye to it and let him live his life according to his own thoughts. But today, he was extremely angry.

"Because of Yang Qianxue?" Ye Guoxian reprimanded her coldly, "Just how absurd are you for her?"

A burning pain came from the left side of his face, but it was not even a tenth of what he had felt in his heart.

Ye Beicheng raised his ice-cold eyes and said indifferently, "Not because of anyone. If you insist on thinking so, then that's fine too."

He was always cynical when it came to her.

"Even if you want to get married, you can pick a better one. Why did you pick such a woman?"

Dou Huayue stared at her son's swollen face. She couldn't hide the pain in her heart, but her tone was still filled with indignation.

"What's wrong with her?" Ye Beicheng asked.

"First of all, no matter what her people are like, do you think her family is decent?" He was stunned for a moment when he remembered that Yu Jingya wanted to marry him because of her family's reasons. For a moment, he was at a loss for an answer.

"Don't you know what her family is like when you're about to marry her?" Beicheng's silence was like a misunderstanding in his mother's eyes.

"How does her family have nothing to do with her? The flowers that grow in the courtyard are flowers, but the flowers that grow outside the courtyard are not flowers?"

It seemed that they had thoroughly investigated Yu Jingya's background. Otherwise, they wouldn't have known that she had such a terrible family.

Heh … Dou Huayue sneered. "A woman who hasn't been married off yet at the age of twenty-eight, even if it's a flower, she's still a poppy. The poison aura around her is too strong, so no one dared to pick her.

"Enough." Ye Guoxian interrupted, "What's the use of saying all these now? This unfilial son had made the matter known to everyone! It was because he grabbed onto the weakness of the Ye Family that he dared to unrestrainedly announce the marriage at the company's Hundred Year Celebration. In his eyes, there are no elders like us left.

Before he could finish his sentence, the phone suddenly rang. Dou Huayue walked over to the phone and picked it up impatiently, "Hello? "Who is it?"

When she heard a voice from the other end of the phone, her attitude immediately turned respectful. "Oh, Dad, it's already so late. Why are you calling me?"

Ye Guoxian pointed at his son, indicating that he should take care of himself. Ever since he was young, no one but his grandfather Ye Zhishan could restrain him.

"Have Beicheng on the phone?" Dou Huayue repeated it, and when she was sure she hadn't misheard, she handed the receiver to Ye Beicheng.

"Hey, grandpa, it's Beicheng." He took the phone, cleared his throat, and waited for a new round of questioning.

"Yes, those reports are not a scandal. I really do want to marry that woman."

"Because... I love her. "

Ye Guoxian and his wife looked up at the same time in shock. Even though they knew it was a lie, they still received quite a bit of shock. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Beicheng would never lie to his grandfather. Making him harden his heart to marry that woman?

There were thousands of reasons, but only one was impossible. It was definitely not because of love.

"What enchantment did that woman cast on you?" Even your grandfather dares to lie to you! "

As soon as Ye Beicheng hung up the phone, the angry roar of his mother came from behind.

He turned around and looked straight at his parents. "I am already thirty years old, an adult. I know what I am doing. Please don't interfere with my decision."

"Bastard, you want to piss us off, don't you?!" With an ashen face, Ye Guoxian's blood pressure started to rise again. Dou Huayue, who was standing on the side, quickly picked up a bottle of medicine on the table, poured out a few pills and stuffed them into his mouth.

Letting out a long sigh, Ye Beicheng walked to his father's side and sat down, "Dad, since you have announced in front of the media that you have no objection, it means that you know that this is a given. Since this is a matter set in stone, why are you so angry now?

"You …" Ye Guoxian had been stabbed in the vitals, so he could not say a word.

Dou Huayue was afraid that her husband's blood pressure would rise again, so she hurriedly comforted him. "Don't be angry, don't be angry …"

She shifted her gaze to her son and sneered, "Fine, since you insist on marrying a woman that we don't approve of, I would like to see how long she can last in this family!"

Ye Beicheng was very clear on the meaning behind his mother's words. He stood up and said: "After the marriage, we will still live outside."

"Don't even think about it!" Dou Huayue coldly said, "You can treat marriage as child's play, but your father and I will never compromise on where you will live after your marriage!"

Stopping, he smiled and turned around, "If you don't compromise, then don't compromise. The more you treat her badly, the better I treat her."

"Beicheng!" The angry roar couldn't stop him from walking any further. After leaving Ye Family's mansion, he walked to the side of the car with a heavy expression and was about to open the car door …

"Brother …" A sweet voice sounded from behind him. Ye Beicheng didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

Ye Mengyao hopped in front of him, grabbed his arm in a spoiled manner, and shook him with all her might. "I heard that you're going to get married, is that true?"

"Child, don't ask about adults." He stared at his sister's wrinkled brow as he lightly reprimanded her.

"Who is a child? I'm already eighteen! "Come in with me, I must know what sister-in-law you've found for me!"

Ye Beicheng got rid of her hands and said tiredly, "Stop messing around, I still have things to do."

"No, if you don't clarify today, I won't let you go!" The moment the princess' temper rose, she became headstrong and headstrong.

"Maybe another day. I'm not in the mood today." He wrenched her hand away, opened the door, and got in. He started the engine and drove away.

He only wanted to use the shackles of marriage to force himself out of the corner of his emotions. From the moment he promised Yu Jingya, he already knew that she was an ordinary woman, but he wasn't an ordinary man.

With an inexplicable annoyance, Ye Beicheng imitated his father's tone and asked himself, "How far are you going to go for her?"

He felt a sudden heartache and answered his own question: "For her, I can give up everything."

"..."

In the confusion of the night, there was still one person who was unable to sleep. Yu Jingya lay on her bed and pondered over and over again. Would Ye Beicheng really be done for when he faced the attack from his family tonight?

That time she had accompanied him to a party and overheard his conversation with another woman. She knew that compared to her family, his pressure was much greater …

No one would interfere with Yu Jingya's life, but he was different. He was a man who could cause a sensation even if he were to be married.

While she was thinking, her cellphone suddenly rang. She looked at it suspiciously and found that she just wanted to fuck him up.

"Hey, how are you?" She asked carefully, her heart constantly sweating for him.

"Come out and talk." Ye Beicheng replied with two simple words.

"Ah?" Come out? "What do you mean?" Yu Jingya was at a loss.

"I'm at your door."

"…" She forcefully swallowed her saliva, lowered her voice, and said with difficulty, "It's very late. Is there anything that can't be said tomorrow?"

It was already close to eleven o'clock. If she were to go out at this time, would she still be able to come in?!

"No."

"Why?"

"I'm not in a good mood."

Ye Beicheng had always given Yu Jingya a refined and refined impression. This was the first time that she felt that he was actually quite domineering.

"Are you sure you aren't mistaken? If you are in a bad mood, you have to worry about whether I am convenient or not, right? "You also know …"

Before she could finish her sentence, someone interrupted her. "I'll give you five minutes to prepare, you won't meet your deadline!"