C11 Than a Piece of Paper

Ye Qingqing had thought that she was raised by Ye Zhengde after all. Although he did not like her, but after all she had been his father and daughter for so many years, he should not be so heartless. However, she had never expected that her father, whom she had called father for 20 years, would be so heartless as to not even let her in.

Ye Zhengde probably hoped that he would never appear in front of him again. After all, Ye Qingqing was just an adopted daughter. Without a blood relation, she was destined to never receive the selfless love of a father. To say that the love of a father was luxurious, being abandoned like a pair of old shoes by a "father", he was afraid that he was even inferior to a pet dog that was wagging its tail while begging.

Even so, Ye Qingqing still pleaded, "Father, for the last time, I'll just go back and get some things. I'll never …"

Before Ye Qingqing could finish her sentence, the black luxury car shut the window with a "Shua" sound. "A few horns sounded and the security guards immediately opened all the obstructions.

The beige light from the car stung Ye Qing's eyes. By the time she reacted, the car carrying Ye Zhengde had already sped away. Water splashed onto Ye Qing's body and face, each drop was full of sarcasm, causing her already numb heart pain.

At this moment, no matter how much Ye Qingqing tried to deny the fact that she had been sold to "Jiang Yunting", she was just lying to herself. She could only grit her teeth and endure the ice-cold rain soaking her thin clothes.

Ye Zhengde's cold and merciless actions caused Ye Qingqing's only hope to fail. Countless grievances and grievances filled her heart, causing her to feel dizzy. Her heart felt as if it was being blocked, and her breathing became difficult.

Droplets of rain continuously fell from the dark sky. The cold rain accompanied the wind as it hit his body. It was bone-piercing cold, as if even the soft temperature of his left atrium had shrunk into a ball.

It seemed like he wouldn't be able to go home and take some valuable things to make a living. Even the Ye family, the last of their kind, had completely rejected him.

Ye Qingqing had been living in the Ye Clan for so many years, and she did not have any friends around her. He was also an orphan, so what should she do, not to mention a distant relative?

The world was vast, but there was no place for her. So it turned out that he was so weak that there was nothing he could do other than cry. Ye Qingqing, you are even worse than I thought!

He had personally witnessed Ye Qingqing being thrown off to the side of the road by a residential area with some status. Although the kind-hearted security guards had seen this kind of scene many times, they still extended a helping hand towards him.

The security guard opened the umbrella and grabbed a spare one. He walked to Ye Qingqing's side and handed it to her, "Miss, don't stay here. Go home quickly!" I told you, you can't mess with the people here, you can't mess with them either! "Why do you have to belittle yourself …"

Ye Qingqing sighed as the sound of the rain covered her as she lifted her head to look at the security guard. The sympathy in his eyes was like countless needles stabbing into her skin, stabbing at her last bit of pride.

"Don't worry about it!"

Ye Qingqing gave a loud roar and used all her strength to stand up. She pushed away the arm of the security guard and ran towards a dim light. It was as if there was some ferocious beast chasing after her with all its might.

It was true that Ye Qingqing was not a ferocious beast, but the fact that her adoptive father thought her to be inferior to a piece of paper and sold her as he pleased made Ye Qingqing feel even more humiliated and fearful. Ye Qingqing could not avoid that kind of endless grief, so she could only run, desperately trying to escape.

The air in her lungs gradually thinned, her aching legs and ice-cold body took away the last of Ye Qingqing's strength. She had no choice but to slowly stop and walk step by step along the road covered in rain.

Two or three pedestrians on the street passed through the curtain of rain. Occasionally, there would be a few cars speeding away. However, no one stopped to ask her if she needed any help.

A thin figure with hair like a waterfall turned into a mildewed straw, hiding her originally beautiful face. Ye Qingqing was like a wandering soul drifting around a corner of the city. She had nowhere to go and no one was to be seen.

Ye Qingqing's physical strength was being depleted bit by bit. Coupled with the constant slapping of the rain, she was completely drowsy. Her steps were shaky, like dried up leaves in an autumn wind, and she couldn't stop falling. It could not have been the wind that swept her off her feet and scattered her in a quiet corner that no one knew.

Helplessness and loneliness swept through her body, and Ye Qingqing staggered as she walked, muttering in a low voice, "Why … why did you do this to me?" What did I do wrong... Could it be that I'm not even comparable to a piece of paper? "

It was a pity that Ye Qingqing did not know that the thin piece of paper in her eyes was enough to offset everything he had done to raise her. It was even more than enough.

Ye Qingqing slowly raised her head to look at the falling rain. Suddenly, a smile blossomed on her lips. Her dark purple lips were exceptionally conspicuous on her white and almost transparent face, like the brightest irises on the cliff edge. It was lonely and cold.

No one could resist Ye Qingqing. The Iris Flower was born to be pitied, wasn't it? At the moment, no one knew how pitiful she looked like.

As her vision grew increasingly blurry, Ye Qingqing could not see the road clearly. However, she continued to persevere forward. If she stopped just like that, her attempt at escape would end in failure. It would be even more difficult to escape once she returned to that place. She did not want to return to that place, which was filled with mountains, water, animals, and sheep. However, to her, that place was like hell.

Although she did not know where she could go on the road ahead, was there anything in this world that she could resist or fear more than the place that Jiang Yunting resided?

As the last wave of dizziness hit her, Ye Qingqing was finally unable to hold on. Like an abandoned newspaper, she floated down to the side of the road, and the Iris Flower had also fallen down.

The rain continued to fall mercilessly. There was no mercy in the rain, and it seemed to increase in intensity.

At the same time, in City H, which was shrouded by dark clouds, there was a bustling scene of people running around in search of others. A few famous cars which had recently been bought by a few celebrities in City H were dispatched, and the director of this show was none other than Jiang Yunting.

This season's limited edition Bentley was speeding along the road to the Ye Family. The streamlined car didn't lose any points in the chaotic rain. Instead, it displayed its excellent configuration system.

Jiang Yunting's body was suddenly brought forward by the braking force. He frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

The driver carefully whispered to the man sitting in the back, "Young Master, there's a woman lying in the middle of the road. She seems to have fainted."

"Go down and take a look. Don't delay matters." Jiang Yunting pinched his Qingming acupoint and suppressed his impatience. Ye Qingqing was a woman who did not know what was good for her. She kept running away, challenging his bottom line!

If it wasn't for the fact that he had yet to make this damnable woman suffer, Jiang Yunting would have really wanted to grab her and tear her to shreds right after the 100% torture! He didn't want to make him so angry that he was on the verge of collapsing again and again, and he still had to suppress it with all his might.

The driver nodded, got out of the car with his umbrella and walked quickly to the woman on the ground. He bent down and asked, "Miss, what's the matter? Do you need help?"

When no one answered him, he bent down to poke at the woman on the ground. Still not moving, the driver had no choice but to stroke Leaves' clean hair. Only when he saw her face did he recognize her as a woman who had just registered marriage with her young master.

The driver probed with his hand. Ye Qingqing was still breathing, but her forehead and cheeks were burning fiercely. The driver immediately returned to the side of the car and told Jiang Yunting, "Young Master, that woman seems to be Young Mistress. She fainted and had a high fever!"

When Jiang Yunting heard it was Ye Qingqing, he immediately rushed out of the car. He didn't even get to use his umbrella before the driver chased after him with his umbrella, shouting, "Young Master, umbrella!" Jiang Yunting ignored him and ran into the rain. He picked up Ye Qingqing and carried her back to the car. He carefully placed her in the car and closed the door before sitting down and taking her back into his arms.

"Go to the nearest hospital, quickly!"

The driver's shoulders trembled in fright at Jiang Yunting's angry voice. However, he was someone who had followed behind Jiang Yunting for a long time. Thus, he immediately stepped on the throttle of the driver's seat without any hesitation.

Along the way, Jiang Yunting still held onto Ye Qingqing, afraid that if he let go, she would immediately die and leave his side. Just like last time, she left him with an unrecoverable pain, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Even though Jiang Yunting was extremely anxious, he did not forget to give the hospital a call and explain everything so as to not delay the treatment for some trivial matters.

Just as Bentley stopped in front of the main entrance of the Minde Hospital, a small team of medical personnel rushed over with a mobile bed to prevent the rain from falling. The nurses on both sides walked in orderly steps, from Jiang Yunting opening the car door to Ye Qingqing's emergency ward.

The doctor, dressed in a green sterile coat, saw that the nurse couldn't stop Jiang Yunting from rushing over, so he stepped forward to persuade her, "Mister Jiang, I know you are anxious. Don't worry, I will do my best to save your wife. But please cooperate with us so as not to delay the rescue. "

Jiang Yunting finally came back to his senses when he heard the doctor's words. He furrowed his eyebrows and nodded expressionlessly, looking at the doctor with an irresistible threat in his eyes. "You said that. If anything happens to her, I won't let you off!"

"Then you'd better pray he's all right." The other doctor who was around Jiang Yunting's height brushed away the hand that Jiang Yunting had used to hold the previous doctor and pulled the stunned doctor in an aseptic suit into the emergency room.

The hand that had been brushed away was still hanging in midair, but Jiang Yunting's gaze was locked tightly on the transparent window that could only see the floor of the ward, as if he wished that he could pierce through it.