CEO's Forced Love

The car stopped at the side door of the courtyard. Ye Zhiqiu got off and watched Huo Zhongxiao change to the driver's seat. She held the edge of the window in her hand and repeatedly asked: "pay attention to safety when driving."

"Go in." Huo Zhongxiao looked at Ye Zhiqiu standing under the street lamp. His eyes became more and more gentle: "rest early at night."

"Yes."

Huo Zhongxiao whispered, "let's go."

Ye Zhiqiu retracted her hand, retreated to a safe position, watched the car disappear at the intersection, and stood there for a while before she walked into the courtyard with her bag on her shoulder.

……

When she was about to get home, ye Zhiqiu saw the black Mercedes Benz on the side of the road. The familiar license plate made her turn around and look at the Ye family's house with lights on.

Grandpa hasn't come back from the capital. There are only Ye Zhiqiu and aunt fan at home.

But today, when she was changing slippers in the porch, she saw a pair of men's leather shoes.

Upstairs, after passing Han Minjing's previous room, he found that the door was closed and light leaked from inside. Ye Zhiqiu stopped and turned to the light source.

This is the first time ye Zhiqiu saw ye zanwen after returning to city B.

He was still dressed in the company in white shirt and black trousers. A floor lamp was opened in the room. The light was not very bright, and the dark halo fell on his shoulder. Compared with six years ago, although he was still a mature and steady businessman, the white hair on his temples revealed a message that ye zanwen was also getting old.

Her memory of Han Minjing had been fixed six years ago. She was beautiful, precious, pale, but thin.

Noticing someone at the door, ye zanwen turned his head and looked over there——

When he saw Ye Zhiqiu standing by the door, he quietly closed the drawer of the dressing table, and his eyes fell on her handbag: "just back?"

Ye Zhiqiu ignored it and turned to his room.

Just two steps later, ye zanwen's voice sounded behind him: "wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

"..." Ye Zhiqiu turned back.

Ye zanwen looked at the portrait of his face, but he couldn't feel the slightest respect for his father from her, but he finally said, "the day after tomorrow is your mother's anniversary. I'll pick you up in the morning. You just came back this year. You should go and worship her."

"People are dead. What's the point of doing this?" Ye Zhiqiu said faintly, "there's nothing else. I'll go back to my room."

"Your mother died because of you. Are you so reluctant to go to see her once now?"

"I can go to see her, but I will never be with you."

Ye zanwen's forehead veins are looming. Of course, he understands the meaning of Ye Zhiqiu's words. He is not a good husband or a qualified father. Staring at those indifferent eyes, what emerges from the bottom of his heart is the helplessness and loneliness that often occur in recent years.

Han Minjing died suddenly. Instead of feeling happy, he seems to have gouged out a piece of meat from his heart. So far, he can't recover.

"Do you want to keep this attitude with me?"

Ye zanwen looked at her, not as angry as a few years ago: "in the final analysis, I'm still your father."

"What's my attitude? Does it affect you?"

Ye Zhiqiu's words are still ironic, but she is no longer worthy of a contemptuous smile as she used to be.

She greeted ye zanwen's eyes and naturally noticed the more and more obvious fine lines in the corners of his eyes, "in terms of blood and law, you will always be my father, which is a fact I can't change, but if you want to see the scene of father's kindness and son's filial piety, I also frankly tell you that I can't do it in my poor life."

In his extremely poor life, the determination in these four words made ye zanwen's eyes flash slightly and his throat roll up and down. For a long time, he said, "I know you blame me for not fulfilling my father's duty --"

"How can you be a good father if you can't even go home every day?"

Ye Zhiqiu thought that when she was young, she often saw Han Minjing standing on the balcony on the second floor. At that time, she was too young to understand. Later, she would think, was Han Minjing guessing whether her husband would come back tonight? Or find another woman and go back to another home?

"You have two homes. It's inevitable that you don't care about one. Don't talk to me about this now. I've had a good time these years. Having no parents doesn't mean low self-esteem for me. Sometimes it's a relief. At least... I don't have to worry about whether I'll see another quarrel when I go home after school every day when I was a child."

Ye zanwen felt the astringency in her eyes. He saw her sharp teeth and said faintly, "in the final analysis, you just blame me for being sorry for your mother."

Ye Zhiqiu looked back at him.

"I quarreled with your mother at that time. Later, I went to Hainan because I really couldn't stand the living environment. Sometimes we even quarreled about whether there was pepper in a dish. At that time, my career just improved, and there was great psychological and physical pressure."

Recall the past, as if still fresh in my mind.