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Chapter 581 Madam Ye Actually Had a Daughter

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I'll pick it up right away." The servant squatted on the ground to pick up the glass beads, and the housekeeper and others also came to help.

Madam Ye stared at the glass beads on the ground, and the crisp sound of the beads bouncing on the ground seemed to be echoing in her ears.

Originally, the servant thought he would be scolded and punished.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Ye turned around and left.

Servant A was so frightened that his heart beat faster, he dared not sit on the ground until he saw Madam Ye left, "Oh my God, I was scared to death."

"Why are you so careless." Servant B said something to her.

Servant A was puzzled, "I thought this thing belonged to Ms. Mo'er, so I wanted to take it out and ask, who knew that it would fall if I accidentally slipped my hand."

"Seeing Madam getting angry all of a sudden, she should be very serious. This kind of toy belongs to the young master, right?" Servant B also directly blocked the two options of "Ye Hantian and Madam Ye".

Only then did the housekeeper shake his head and tell the truth, "What you said is not true, the glass beads in this bottle are left by the only lady."

"So, Madam still treats the only lady..."

"Hush! Don't talk too much, pick up the things quickly, don't miss them."

They just got into trouble right now, and they didn't dare to continue talking about it.

After carefully tidying up the surroundings, I retrieved nine glass beads.

After Mrs. Ye went upstairs, she passed a closed room with a very delicate and ingenious pink doorplate hanging on the door.

On the door plate, there are three small words that are not very beautiful - Ye Weiyi.

Madam Ye still clearly remembered that it was the name that Ye Wei wrote on the sect when she was seven years old.

At that time, Ye Weiyi hadn't learned calligraphy to practice handwriting. Although each stroke was neat, it was not beautiful.

But this defective door plate has been hanging for a long time.

It's like the glass beads that have been kept in Ye's house.

I still remember that at that time, Ye Weiyi had just moved into Ye's house, so he was very dependent on Ye Xichen.

But it just so happened that one day Ye Xichen had some urgent business to leave, and Mrs. Ye took Ye Weiyi to the children's mall on a whim.

Xiao Weiwei showed no interest in those toys, but seeing the half bottle of glass beads shining in the sun, she couldn't put it down.

Xiao Weiyi was embarrassed to ask for it directly, so she held the glass bottle and looked at Mrs. Ye longingly. The appearance of beeping and pursing her small mouth was very cute.

Madam Ye bought it for her without saying a word.

Xiao Weiyi freed a hand and tugged at Madam Ye's hand.

Of course it is impossible for the honorable Mrs. Ye to squat down!She immediately hugged Xiao Weiyi.

Unexpectedly, the moment she hugged her, Xiao Weiyi leaned close to her and kissed her on the cheek, and said in that soft, sticky voice like glutinous rice cakes, "Thank you, Mother Ye."

Memory ends here...

Madam Ye put away the excess emotions that were displayed on her face, and returned to the appearance of that cold and arrogant lady.

She reached out and turned the door plate over.

The name engraved on the door plate was deliberately concealed.

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After Li Mo'er was kicked out of Ye's house, people in the villa finally wentssip.

"You said, why would Madam choose to adopt someone else rather than have a daughter herself? In the end, all the adopted daughters were kicked out."

"I've heard people say that Mrs. Ye originally had a daughter, but she died when she was born..."

"It's so scary."

"What's even more frightening is that the wife injured her body twice after giving birth, and she can no longer have children after that."

"The lady is quite pitiful, too."

She doesn't like her husband and doesn't get close to her son, so she guards this empty mansion all day long.

　In fact, Madam Ye has never been a strong character in the plot, do you want to wash it off?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)