The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Ding Yiyi looked down at the scarf in her hand and the box that she had squashed. She sighed and returned to the room. Her heart was still pounding. The feeling just now made her shudder.

She waved her hand and the gift box fell to the ground. She bent over and picked it up. After arranging the box, she sent a message to ye bo and told him what qiu bai meant.

The text message came back quickly, saying that there was still time and place for the meeting. After hanging up, Ding Yiyi looked back at the familiar phone number in the address book.

"Knock, knock, knock!" Ding Dacheng knocked on the door outside. "Yiyi, do you want some pork chop soup or not? There's still a little left over from today's cooking."

Ding Yiyi was shocked by the knock on the door. When she came back to her senses, her fingers had already pressed the dial button. She hurriedly pressed it down and then shouted out to the door, "Dad, I won't drink anymore!"

In front of the villa area, Ye Nianmo's car just stopped at the door. His phone made a short noise. He picked up the phone and saw that it was sent by Ding Yiyi.

He sighed, texted her goodnight, and then put his phone away. As soon as he pushed the door in, Ao Xue's voice came from the bathroom, "Nian Mo, I'm here!"

Ye Nianmo walked to the bathroom door, glanced at Ao Xue, who had slipped to the ground and stabbed himself, and then left the bathroom.

He went to Ao Xue's room, took a sheet, returned to the bathroom, covered her with it, and then bent over to pick her up.

"I'm sorry, Nian Mo. I've caused you trouble." Ao Xue looked aggrieved. "Is Ding Yiyi with you? Do you need me to explain?"

Ye Nianmo didn't say a word. After putting her on the sofa, he lowered his head and examined her injured ankle. Ao Xue immediately cried out in pain.

He glanced at her, unbuttoned his cuff, and gripped her ankle hard. As Ao Xue screamed in pain and shock, he easily fixed the dislocated joint.

"Thank you, Nian Mo. It's late. Can you rest here?" Ao Xue said, rubbing his ankle.

Ye Nianmo only glanced at her, then turned around and walked towards the door. Just as he reached the door, his phone rang again. He thought it was Ding Yiyi and picked it up quickly.

After answering the phone, his face became darker than before. Ao Xue walked up to him carefully. She looked up at her. "What's wrong?"

"Mo Shuangling will be buried tomorrow."

"Then how do you know? Who called you just now?" Ao Xue asked cautiously.

Ye Nianmo looked at her with a half-smile. "Her mother is my mother's sister. What do you think?"

This news was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for Ao Xue. She recalled that every time Mo Shuangling's mother mentioned the Ye family, her face was full of anger. She thought the two families had a grudge, but she did not expect the relationship between the two families to be like this. Ye Nianmo glanced at her lightly and turned to leave.

After another sleepless night, Ding Yiyi pressed down the alarm clock with his sleepy eyes. His phone was still on the text page, with only two simple words on it:' good night."

She remembered that she was going to accompany ye chuyun to the hospital to check on her health today. Her phone gave out a low battery alarm, so she quickly took out her phone and dialed it.

The phone was picked up quickly, and Ye Chuyun's voice was deeper than usual. "Sorry, I can't go today."

"It's okay. We'll do it another day, but are you okay?" Ding Yiyi felt that he was not in a good mood.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. When Ye Chuyun spoke again, his voice was also tinged with a faint smile. "It's okay. Mo Shuangling is buried today."

The air froze a little. After a long while, Ding Yiyi said, "Can I go? After all, I know someone. I want to send her away together."

"Yiyi," Ye Chu yun softened her voice, trying to get her to stop thinking. "We appreciate your kindness. Stay at home."

"Let me go." Ding Yiyi begged, and the sudden departure of someone she knew made her sad.

After a long time, Ye Chuyun seemed to have made up his mind and replied, "Okay."

Ding Yiyi called qiu bai and was scolded so badly that he was ordered to stay for only half an hour before letting her go.

Soon, a car drove downstairs. Ye Chuyun was wearing a black suit and looked serious.

Ding Yiyi got into the car and said, "My condolences."

She knew that even though Ye Chuyun had been protecting herself at the Ding family that day, she would still be sad if someone related to her died.

"She and I have been on bad terms ever since we were kids." After a while, Ye Chu yun started the car and said something. Ding Yiyi turned to look at him. When he said the next word, he never drove again.

There were not many people at the funeral. Through the glass, Ding Yiyi could vaguely see a familiar figure.

Ye Nianmo was also standing in a black suit, with Xia Yihan looking sad and Ye Zimo standing guard.

Ye Chuyun explained on the side, "People from the Ye family offer their condolences before opening them up to her fans."

Ding Yiyi nodded, his eyes still on Ye Nianmo. Ye Chu yun looked at her and explained to her automatically, "Mo Shuangling's mother is related to the Ye family."

His words were vague, and Ding Yiyi was no longer bothered about it. They got out of the car and walked towards the crowd.

Ye Nianmo was slightly stunned when he saw Ding Yiyi. He whispered a few words to ye bo. Yebo nodded and turned to walk towards them.

"Miss Yiyi, can you stay until the funeral is over?" He looked at Ding Yiyi, his expression tinged with solemnity due to the occasion today.

"Sorry, she has a date with me." Ye Chuyun stepped forward to protect her and nodded slightly.

Yebo was just stunned, then politely nodded and was about to leave when Ding Yiyi stopped him from behind.

Ding Yiyi silently handed him the gift that Qiubai had returned. He glanced at her briefly, nodded at her and left quickly.

Ye Chu yun stood aside. "Will you blame me for making my own decisions?"

Ding Yiyi shook his head and looked at Mo Shuangling's mother. When he met her, she was indifferent. When she moved away, she was very different from her performance downstairs at the Ding family. This made Ding Yiyi a little strange, but it was hard to say anything.

The rest of the Ye family noticed Ding Yiyi, and Xia Yihan reluctantly nodded at her.

A smaller figure emerged from the crowd and Ding Yiyi's eyes lit up. "Chu Qing! You're back from france?"

"Brother Chu Yun, sister yiyi!" Ye Chuqing was dressed in a black gauze dress and could only greet her in a low voice because of the occasion. Behind her, Hoi Cheuk Hin never left. After all, Xia Yihan asked them to come back from france to mourn before they were related, even though they did not know Mo Shuangling.

"How are you?" While Ye Chuyun was chatting with Ye Chuqing, Hoi Cheuk Hin had a smile on his face.

Ding Yiyi nodded and asked, "What about you?"

Hoi Cheuk Hin did not answer, but turned to look at Ye Chuqing with a gentle expression that made Ding Yiyi think he had put everything down.

Hearing her question, Hoi Cheuk Hin's eyes darkened. Did he put it down? No, the wound was still there. He just let him slowly scab.

At the funeral, everything seemed to be in order, and everyone seemed to have a heavy sadness on their faces. Ding Yiyi happened to see a man playing with his phone impatiently and lowering his head. The next second he put his phone away, she changed into a sad look. She was not only sad for the people lying in the coffin.

Feeling that tears were about to flow out, she tilted her head slightly and said to Chu Yun ye, "I'm going to the bathroom."

She ran away in a daze. The bathroom in the cemetery was built in a secluded area. It was just a white-painted room with clean surroundings, but not many people wanted to come here.

Ding Yiyi washed her face and walked out. Suddenly, she felt footsteps coming from behind her. She quickened her pace, and the footsteps behind her gradually quickened. She turned around abruptly and stared at her from a few meters away.

"Auntie." Ding Yiyi let out a long breath, his fist curled into a fist, and his hands were all sweaty.

"How dare you come here?" Mo Xiaonong looked at her fiercely.

Ding Yiyi said seriously, "Auntie, Shuang Ling's death really has nothing to do with me. I hope you know this."

Seeing that she was so determined and hesitant, mo xiaonong changed into anger. "I don't care. The last thing she did in her life had something to do with you. I tell you, if you give me half a million dollars, it will be private. Otherwise, I will go to the media."

Ding Yiyi took a deep breath. "Auntie, she's your daughter."

"That's why I want justice for her. I believe she will agree to me!" Mo Xiaonong's eyes were filled with grief. Ding Yiyi looked at her. Her face seemed to overlap with the face of the man who had just played with his cell phone. It was like wearing a mask.

Ding Yiyi sighed. "Auntie, it's a criminal offence for Mo Shuangling to pour sulfuric acid on me, but she's dead. I'll pretend it didn't happen, and please don't say anything about it."

Mo Xiaonong watched her turn and leave with a sneer on her lips. How could she not know that this had nothing to do with Ding Yiyi? It was not that she had not thought about the mother and daughter of Ding Yiyi, but even if she had found out, her daughter would not be able to survive, so she might as well take advantage of this matter and take more money.

She staggered back to the scene and saw Xia Yihan nestled in Ye Zimo's arms. Her figure was still in good shape. Her delicate makeup made her look much younger than she actually was. Ye Zimo put a hand around her slender waist, and he stood at the air vent to help her fend off most of the wind.

Mo Xiaonong felt that life was really unfair. It was clearly someone who lived together. Why could Xia Yihan reap love, career, and everything she wanted?