C15 Enter the Yun Family

The door opened, and the huge room was filled with light. The atmosphere in the bedroom was warm and soothing. If his mother also lived in such a mansion, it would be helpful to her, wouldn't it?

Heh, it was just a wild hope that his abilities were far from enough to make his mother feel comfortable and comfortable. Otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen to his current state, and wouldn't have been able to accompany his mother. Han Yi'er's heart was filled with remorse. Every second of every minute, she was thinking of telling her mother to live a good life. Being only 20 years old while bringing her mother down from the countryside and into the city to establish a solid foundation was not easy, but she was not satisfied with this …

There was a fifty year old middle-aged man lying on the bed. His hair was almost gray, and although his eyes were closed, the outline of his appearance showed that he was definitely not inferior to Mr. Yun when he was young.

This old mister should be Mr Yun's father, right? Thinking about it, his father should be this age, right? What did he look like? Is it healthy? How to live? Ren Han Yi'er's heart was filled with hatred towards her father. Facing this old man in front of her, she could not help but be filled with curiosity towards him.

"Dad, I'm back." Yun AoTian's tone was very gentle, but what did his' Yi'er has returned 'mean?

"Yi'er, come and greet daddy."

Hearing Yun Ao Tian's shout, the doubts in Han Yi'er's heart were forgotten. Other than the first time they met, Mister Yun had always addressed her as Miss Han. Now, however …

"Uncle Yun." Han Yi'er nodded cordially towards Old mister Yun, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

To her performance, it could be considered good, but Yun AoTian did not show any sign of satisfaction. On the contrary, he felt that it was only the first time he had met her father, yet she did not show any sort of strangeness.

Then, looking at the look in her eyes …

It was filled with anticipation and gentleness, as if he was a part of the Yun Family. Thinking of this, Yun AoTian's expression turned icy cold. He grabbed Han Yi'er's wrist and led her out of the room.

Mr. Han's change? It was still so warm before, but now it was so cold. Did he do something wrong? Han Yi'er was puzzled. She really wanted everything to be done well, and the desire for her father deep inside her heart was undoubtedly exposed and close to Old mister Yun the moment she saw him.

Leaving the bedroom, Yun Ao Tian loosened his grip on Han Yi'er's wrist, his eyes still cold as he said: "From now on, my father's three meals will be yours."

"Got it." Han Yi'er paused halfway through her words and asked in a probing tone, "Mister Yun, may I ask if Uncle Yun is sick?"

Hearing her question, Yun AoTian's ice-cold expression immediately darkened. With a flip of his hand, he pushed Han Yi'er against the wall, his eyes filled with dark clouds.

His body heavily struck the cold wall, the back of his head clashed against the hard wall with a "dong" sound, the intense impact caused his brain to be muddled, pain immediately rushed up his head, his hand stroked the back of his head, standing in place, unable to think about how Yun AoTian would become so rough and rough …

"My father's matter has nothing to do with you!" His cold voice was sharp as it explained how he had acted so rudely. There wasn't a trace of guilt in his eyes, as if he should have treated her this way.

However, Han Yi'er was willing to not ask about the doubts in her heart. However, the old man inside was about to take care of her, so was asking about the current situation? Frowning slightly, her gentle tone was somewhat forceful. "Mister Yun, I just …"

"Let me tell you, you are just a waitress whom I bought with money. You don't have any space in this house for me to speak! Do you understand? "

In an instant, a buzzing sound resounded in Han Yi'er's mind. Her wrinkled brows gradually relaxed and her eyes became empty. It was clear that she was feeling lost and sad …

A waitress who was bought with money? Right …

He was just a woman who had sold everything for money. In his mind, he was no better than a prostitute.

Reminiscing about his first meeting with Mr Yun, he boldly asked about it. However, he had already experienced a series of things that were extremely despicable in his heart. How could he expect anything from it?

As long as he did his duty well, why should he care about anything else? He was right!

Han Yi'er's expression gradually turned cold and icy cold as it enveloped her entire body. It was as if her heart was being tightly sealed …

She strode toward the stairs without another word.

However, facing Han Yi'er's cold gaze, the hatred that had been lurking in Yun AoTian's heart for a long time was slowly revealed …

He reached out to grab her wrist, an angry expression on his face. "I'm asking if you understand."

She was still cold and detached, but when she saw his expression of hatred and fury, she could only nod. It was not fear, but …

She did not want to further deepen Yun AoTian's hatred for her, even though she did not know why he would hate her so much …

The furious expression on his face slowly faded as he loosened his grip on Han Yi'er's arm and bent down to look at the first floor, "Housekeeper Li, I'll leave Miss Han to you."

The middle-aged man who opened the door for Han Yi'er was the butler who had been with the Yun family for 30 years. He was meticulous and had eyes like a wooden board. Amongst the servants, he seemed very dignified.

Butler Li brought her to the servant's room, which was shared by many people. After finding an empty bed to put her luggage in, they followed Butler Li as he familiarized himself with the Yun family.

The other servants appeared to be unfamiliar with the new Han Yi'er. Looking at the scars on her face, they connected the dots elegantly.

"She's Young Master's new maid. You can just call her Little Han." Steward Li introduced everyone to a maid who was about the same age as Han Yi'er. She had a delicate and pretty appearance, and was very amiable. "Little Xuan, you will be in charge of bringing Little Cold." Butler Li gave his orders and left.

As the servants watched Butler Li gradually disappear into the distance, a few of the male servants politely greeted Han Yi'er and she nodded her head faintly in response.

If a woman was beautiful, she would be coveted by men, but at the same time, she would also be envied by other women. The maids did not pay attention to her as she continued with her work.

There was only an old maid in her forties or fifties who had pretty good eyes.

That old maid slowly walked towards Han Yi'er with a benevolent smile on her face, "Little Han, what's your name?"

This old maid exuded an irresistible sense of familiarity, and when she looked at him, her gaze was completely different from Mr. Yun's and Housekeeper Li's, not just her eyes.

He was barely able to outline a smile. He didn't know if it would be fake, but a smile was something that was out of his reach. Now, he had even missed it. Han Yi'er could sense that it was difficult for her and Yun Ao Tian to merge together with the people in this mansion: "My name is Yi'er."

The old maid laughed again as she reached out her wrinkled hands to caress Han Yi'er's delicate face, "Child, where are you from?"