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Ye Family's villa was located in the eastern suburbs, surrounded by lush trees and a quiet environment.

Ye Youqing had returned to the east suburbs at 6 am, and the servants in the villa had already gotten busy. They greeted her respectfully when they saw her.

When she pushed the door open and entered the room, her father, Ye Zhen, and her half-sister, Ye Yixin, were sitting together in the living room downstairs. Ye Zhen didn't look too good as Ye Yixin stood obediently by his side.

"Good morning." Ye Youqing greeted the two perfunctorily and was about to go upstairs to change her clothes.

"Halt!" Ye Zhen got up and called out to her, angrily saying, "Look at how you are now, you've already learned not to return at night! Do you know what people outside are saying about you? "

Ye Zhen was trembling with anger. After Ye Youqing's mother passed away, her relationship with him had become increasingly estranged and she had become more indulgent. However, even though he had been fooling around in the past, he would always return home before 12 o'clock in the evening.

But last night, Ye Youqing didn't come back for a whole night, which worried him so much that he didn't sleep well. If it wasn't for Yixin, who comforted him, he would have gone to the police station and reported his disappearance.

However, when Ye Youqing came back, she didn't even look at her father, much less explain where she went last night. It was getting more and more outrageous!

Ye Youqing stopped at the stairs and turned around to look at her father, casually asking, "What did they say? They say that Ye Family is uneven, and that any kind of father would have any kind of daughter? "

"You!" Ye Zhen's heart hurt and he took a step back due to Ye Youqing's words.

When he was young, he betrayed his marriage to Ye Youqing's mother, causing her to die from grief and suicide. Ten years ago, this matter was well-known by every household in Shuncheng. The reputation of their Ye Family had plummeted greatly, and even their stocks had suffered quite a bit.

But in recent years, as the Ye Family business grew bigger, no one mentioned what happened back then anymore. Now, being mentioned by Ye Youqing all of a sudden, Ye Zhen felt extremely regretful, and felt a little guilty towards his dead wife.

"Daddy!" Ye Yixin, who was at the side, rushed forward to support Ye Zhen. While she was helping him get angry, she advised, "Don't be angry. Maybe it's because of what happened last night that I'm staying at a friend's house."

Ye Zhen said angrily, "What's the matter?" All she knew was that she would be out fooling around. What could happen to her? How did my Ye Family give birth to such a disappointing daughter! "

When Ye Youqing saw Ye Zhen covering his heart, she unknowingly wanted to go up to him. However, when she heard this, she laughed at herself. With Ye Yixin here, Ye Zhen didn't need a useless daughter like her. She would only make Ye Zhen angrier.

Ye Youqing no longer cared about Ye Zhen due to the dull pain and swelling coming from her body. She walked straight up the stairs with her silver high heels. Her white dress was slightly wrinkled, but her back was straight.

Downstairs, Ye Yixin poured a cup of hot water for her father. As she lowered her head, an almost imperceptible hint of ridicule could be seen on her face.

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Ye Youqing stood under the shower, vigorously washing her body until it was red. She then turned off the water and put on the bathrobe, letting herself fall onto the soft bed. Her body was tired, but not sleepy at all.

She opened her eyes and stared at the chandelier on the ceiling for an instant. When her vision became a mass of white, she blinked, tears rolled out of her eyes and seeped into the pillow.

Last night was her twenty-fourth birthday. A good friend of hers, Ann Na, had asked her to go to the Lanting Hotel to celebrate. Halfway through dinner, Ann Na had picked up a phone and left in a hurry because of an urgent matter. She didn't want to go home so early, so she just sat in the private room and drank.

By the time she realized that something was wrong, her body had already collapsed and her consciousness was becoming unclear.

Although she often went out to fool around, she had always had a sense of propriety and never let herself get drunk. Her abnormal physical condition made her wonder if someone had added something else to her drink.

She bit down hard on her lips. The pain seemed to have awakened a hint of clarity as she forced her body to stagger towards the exit of the private box.

However, before she could take more than a few steps, she heard footsteps behind her. A man who looked like a bodyguard had caught up and said that he wanted to take her home.

Naturally, she didn't believe him. Taking advantage of the man's surprise, she kicked him in the groin and ran forward without even looking back. Then, a hot and dry feeling filled her body, along with an indescribable desire. After that, she met a handsome and unfamiliar man …

It was an absurd night, an unbearably first time.

Ye Youqing turned her face to the head of the bed. There was a picture of her mother, a woman with picturesque features and a faint smile, gentle and kind.

She took the photo in her arms and curled into a ball.

"Mom, I missed you so much." Ye Youqing muttered softly, but there was no more soft embrace for her to act like a spoiled child after being wronged.

Ye Youqing fell into a drowsy sleep. Her dream once again returned to that day eleven years ago, when she would never be able to forget it for the rest of her life.

It was a weekend and she didn't have to go to school. A younger and more beautiful aunt had broken into the villa, kneeling in front of her mother and begging her to divorce her father.

That was all she heard at the time, because her mother had told the servants to take her upstairs. She was thirteen years old and already knew what marriage and third parties were like. Through the crack in the door, she could vaguely hear the sounds of people arguing and crying downstairs. Afraid that her mother would be bullied, she ran down the stairs.

The aunt gave her a venomous glare and wiped away her tears. My mother, calm, smiling as usual, stroked her head and took her in her arms soothingly.

But she was still scared, because her mother's face was bloodless and her whole body was shaking violently.

In the evening, her mother sent her to bed, she was worried, quietly called her father, but her father's phone was always on, but there was no answer.

Unable to resist her sleepiness, she hugged her phone and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, a servant screamed — her mother committed suicide …

She knew she was having a nightmare. She told the dream she should not open the door, behind which was her mother's eyes, which refused to close, and the sticky blood that flowed out of her.

Too terrifying, don't look anymore!

However, in her dream, she quickly pushed the door in front of her …

Ye Youqing cried more and more in her sleep. By the time she woke up from her nightmare, everything had been turned upside down outside.