A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

"Bah—"

The ashtray fell to his feet, falling apart.

The sound of cursing drowned out the sound of glass cracking, rushing into Ye Jinghan's ears.

"You still have the face to come back? I, Ye Tengda, have lost all my old face!"

An emergency call to call her back just to scold her?

Facing his father's reprimand, Ye Jinghan didn't show any reaction on his face, but his heart was filled with unspeakable bitterness.

The corner of her mouth turned up, she reached out to cover her right wrist, blocking the redness and swelling from the ashtray, and walked towards the stairs.

"Stop! I'm talking to you, do you hear me! You little thing..."

Before she finished speaking, a file bag flew towards her feet.

Countless photos, like snowflakes, leaked from the open pocket and scattered around her in a mess.

Ye Jinghan looked down, and the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth was raised a little higher.

"Look, see for yourself, what good things have you done!" Ye Tengda slapped the coffee table in front of him so hard that even the coffee cup was knocked over: "You are so young! Learn well, and actually hang out with a wild man! If Haotian was not magnanimous, taking into account our Ye family's face, and helping you hide it, this matter would have been reported to the police long ago!"

"Great? Then should I thank him!" Ye Jinghan said sarcastically, with a flash of contempt in his eyes. "Hey, being a bitch has to set up a memorial arch, the hypocrisy is disgusting!"

"You—you are hopeless!"

After a pause, Ye Tengda frowned, glared angrily at Ye Jinghan's face that was [-]% similar to her mother, hummed heavily, and spoke again word by word—

"Go abroad to study! Ye Jinghan, you are not allowed to go out until the formalities are completed!"

"Why?" Ye Jinghan blurted out.

"Because of you!" Ye Tengda, whose blood pressure was soaring, pointed at Ye Jinghan through gritted teeth and yelled angrily: "Ye Jinghan, you will only embarrass me if you are here! Today you can hang out with wild men. If you can't guarantee Qi Minger, you will be with your Like a dead mother..."

"Shut up!" Ye Jinghan, whose bottom line was touched, opened his spines like a hedgehog in an instant: "You don't deserve to mention my mother—it's too dirty!"

The eyes of disgust and the tone of disdain are the sharpest blades.

It stabbed straight into Ye Tengda's heart.

Startled, Ye Tengda almost jumped up from the sofa, stepped forward quickly, and raised his hand to hit Ye Jinghan——

"presumptuous!"

"Hehe..." Facing his slap without fear, Ye Jinghan looked at his father sarcastically, and smiled instead of anger: "But how can I compare with you? My wife married a mistress before her body was cold, and she even swore shamelessly." , you want to treat your illegitimate daughter as your own daughter?!"

"Lao Ye, what are you doing, watch your blood pressure!"

A sharp voice interrupted the dispute between the father and daughter.

The fragrant wind came, and the beautiful woman in a Chanel suit calmly stood between the two of them, took Ye Tengda's hand, and helped him to sit down. She didn't forget to turn her eyes to Ye Jinghan, and reprimanded softly: "It's the same with you kid. You know your dad has high blood pressure, but you're mad at him! Really... hey, come here, and apologize to your dad!"

The seemingly virtuous and beautiful woman is Ye Jinghan's stepmother, Ye Jiaojiao's mother, Liu Mengru.

A shrewd, disguised woman.

Ye Jinghan watched her performance coldly, indifferent.

The half smile on the corner of the mouth is ridicule and contempt.

"No need—I don't care for her apology!" After finishing the sentence, the sound of the broken porcelain fragments was clear and harsh, and instantly resounded throughout the hall: "Mengru, look at her, what attitude does she have towards me? After so many years of reading, I think she has read it into the stomach of a dog!"