Waiting for you to fall a flower

"Okay." Jing Ya simply agreed, thinking that he had taken the initiative to ruin her reputation, she felt that this face must be seen!

Twenty minutes later, she arrived at the west imperial cafe, where she had her first face-to-face conversation with Ye Beicheng.

She sat down at random, waiting for Ye Beicheng to arrive, wondering why he had announced that she was pregnant. Could she hear that?!

"Sorry, there's a traffic jam."

As she hung her head and struggled with the answer, a deep and magnetic voice suddenly reached her ears. She raised her head abruptly and caught a glimpse of a face that turned people upside down.

"Why do you say I'm pregnant?"

Direct questioning replaced the greeting that should have been. Ye Beicheng stared at Yu Jingya's unhappy face and explained sincerely, "If you don't say that, it won't be easy to get married."

"Don't tie it if it's not easy." She interrupted gloomily.

Ye Beicheng frowned and reminded her, "I asked you if you thought it through. You nodded your head."

"... She nodded, but...

"Doesn't that mean you can say I'm pregnant without my permission? This is about my reputation!"

With his long, narrow eyes lazily moving towards the glow outside the window, Ye Beicheng reminded him again, "I also said to prepare you mentally, and to remind you that you have to lose and gain."

"... I was speechless.

"Remind, remind, do you think I'm a roundworm in your stomach? How do I know what you mean by reminding me?"

Ye Beicheng had a playful look in his eyes and smiled, "So you're so traditional that you can't accept pregnancy before marriage?"

"It's not that I can't accept it." She frowned and looked frantic, "If my reputation is ruined, it's not the most serious problem..."

"Then what is the most serious problem?" The man opposite asked immediately.

"The most serious problem is..." Yu Jingya gnashed his teeth, "Now that you're bragging that I'm pregnant, how will you end up?"

Gloomily, she grabbed the coffee on the table and took a gulp. Ye Beicheng stared at her anxious expression and said calmly, "Just make someone."

Poof...

The coffee that had yet to be swallowed came out without warning and was sprayed all over Ye Beicheng's white suit.

"Why spray me?" Ye Beicheng's body was stiff and his handsome face was dripping with ice.

Yu Jingya hurriedly stood up and awkwardly took out a tissue to wipe him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

The two of them looked at each other closely. He reached out his hand to cover his face and said with a frown, "Stop spitting on my face."

"...

Worried that he couldn't find a suitable topic to break the awkwardness, a pleasant ringtone rang. Ye Beicheng looked at the number and pressed "No" for no reason.

He looked down and wiped the stains off his body with a tissue. The rejected number called again, but he still didn't answer it, which aroused someone's curiosity.

"Who is it?" Yu Jingya Nuonuo asked.

"Home phone." Ye Beicheng confessed.

For a moment, she was stunned, but soon she realized, "Is your family going to punish you?"

"I guess so."

"Wow..." She covered her mouth with her hands and looked at him sympathetically, "You're done."

Although her eyes were sympathetic, her tone was full of schadenfreude. Ye Beicheng stopped moving his hands and narrowed his eyes at her. Before he could say a word of condemnation, he saw her quickly stand up.

"It's getting late. I have to hurry home!" The man knew he had said the wrong thing and ran away.

Staring at her disappearing figure, Ye Beicheng smiled bitterly. Looking at her gentle and pleasant face, he was sure that it would not be an easy task in the future.

He took off his soiled suit jacket and left the cafe with steady steps. It was time to face the storm...

Located in the most golden area of the city, both the scenery and the environment are excellent. The Ye family's mansion is majestic and imposing, with two stone lions in front of the door vivid and vivid, combined with the modern and ancient construction ideas, reflecting their uniqueness in ancient and modern times.

There were many rich and powerful people, and the ye family was always out of reach in the eyes of generations, regardless of power or wealth.

Ye Beicheng stopped the car and looked at the rolex on his wrist. It was 9: 38. He wouldn't be able to walk out of this door in two hours.

It was easier to get in than to get out, which was the direct reason why he had been living alone.

The doorbell rang and He Rou's father, Shi Dinghai, opened the door. His voice, which had been as calm and reserved as ever for many years, said, "Young master, you're back."

Ye Beicheng nodded and asked softly, "Hai uncle, how are you?"

"I'm fine. Go in. The master and the wife are waiting for you." Shi Dinghai reminded him.

Through the long corridor, the sound of running clouds and flowing water lingered in his ears. The surroundings were quiet and peaceful, as if it could purify one's mind, but he knew that it was just the calm before the storm.

In the spacious and bright hall, there were two dark-faced people sitting on a european-style sofa. One was Ye Beicheng's hot-tempered father, Ye Guoxian, and the other was his mother, Dou Huayue.

"Dad, mom." Ye Beicheng approached with a calm face that showed no sign of nervousness.

Pa -

Dou Huayue slammed a newspaper tightly in his hand onto the crystal coffee table and angrily questioned, "Is she the woman who insists on marrying without anyone's permission?"

Ye Beicheng's deep eyes inadvertently glanced at the scene of Yu Jingya being interviewed. Her hair was a little messy, and her face was a look of shock and confusion. These were not important. What was important was that the enlarged title suddenly said, "Cinderella and prince's fairy tale is a legend performed on the fourth generation of the ye family."

"Yes." He answered forcefully with his eyes slightly lowered.

Dou Huayue picked up the newspaper and walked up to him, pointing at Yu Jingya's photo with trembling fingers. "Do you look like that? Hmm? Is that true? You don't even have the most basic image. Are you trying to embarrass the Ye family?"

Ye Beicheng took the newspaper, studied it carefully for a few seconds, and said playfully, "This reporter really doesn't know how to take pictures. She is much prettier than the newspaper."

Pa...

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Guoxian slapped him hard in the face. Although he was angry, he hit his son for the first time. In the past, no matter what North city did, he would turn a blind eye and let him live his life according to his own thoughts. But today, he was really annoyed. He knew his son better than his father. Why did his son suddenly announce his marriage?

"Because of Yang Qianxue?" Ye Guoxian reprimanded coldly, "How ridiculous are you going to be for her?"

There was a burning pain on his left cheek, but it was not as much as a tenth of what he felt in his heart.

Ye Beicheng raised his cold eyes and said indifferently, "It's not because of anyone. If you insist on thinking like this, it's okay."

Whenever she was mentioned, he was always so cynical.

"Even if you want to get married, you can choose a decent one. Why choose such a woman?"

Dou Huayue stared at his son's swollen cheek, his eyes unable to conceal his heartache, but his tone was still unacceptable indignation.

"What's wrong with her?" Ye Beicheng asked.

"First of all, no matter what kind of people she has, do you think her family alone is decent?" Dou Huayue questioned him sternly. He was stunned. Thinking that Yu Jingya really wanted to marry him because of his family, he couldn't answer for a moment.

"Are you going to marry her and still not know about her family?" North city's silence was seen by his mother as a misunderstanding that he did not know.

"What happened to her family has nothing to do with her. The flowers in the yard are flowers, but the flowers outside the yard are not flowers?"

It seemed that they had already investigated Yu Jingya's situation thoroughly, otherwise they wouldn't have known that she had a terrible family.

Ah... Dou Huayue sneered, "A woman who is 28 years old and still unmarried, even a flower, is also a poppy flower. Because the poison gas around her is too heavy, no one dares to pick it. Only you are not clear-headed and blindly sent to death!"

"Enough." Ye Guoxian interrupted, "What's the use of saying this now? This rebellious son has already spread the news beyond control! It was only by seizing the weakness of the Ye family that he dared to announce his marriage at the company's centennial celebration without any scruples. In his eyes, there are no elders like us. It doesn't matter if he doesn't respect us. It depends on how you and your grandfather..."

Before he could finish speaking, a hurried phone rang. Dou Huayue walked to the phone with a frown and picked up the phone in annoyance, "Hello? Who is it?"

When she heard the voice from the other end of the phone, her attitude immediately became full of respect: "Oh, dad, why do you always call so late?"

Ye guoxian pointed his finger at his son, indicating that he should behave himself. Since he was young, no one could restrain him except grandpa Ye Zhishan.

"Do you want North city to answer the phone?" Dou Huayue repeated, made sure she heard correctly, and handed the microphone to Ye Beicheng.

"Hello, grandpa, this is North city." He took the call, cleared his throat, and waited for another round of questioning.

"Yes, those reports are not gossip. I really want to marry that woman."

"Because... I love her."

Ye Guoxian and his wife looked up in shock at the same time. Although they both knew it was a lie, they were still hit hard. North city would never lie to his grandfather unless he had to. What was the reason? Made him determined to marry that woman?

There can be thousands of reasons, but only one is impossible, not because of love.

"What did that woman do to you? How dare you lie to your grandfather!"

As soon as Ye Beicheng hung up the phone, his mother's furious roar came from behind him.

He turned around and looked straight at his parents, "I'm 30 years old and an adult. I know what I'm doing. Please don't interfere with my decision."

"Bastard, you want to piss us off, don't you?!" Ye Guoxian's face was livid and his blood pressure began to rise again. Dou Huayue, who was standing beside him, hurriedly picked up a bottle of medicine by the table and poured a few pills into his mouth.

With a long sigh, Ye Beicheng walked over to his father and sat down. "Dad, since you have already announced in front of the media that you will not object, it means that you know in your heart that this is an established fact. Since it is a matter of certainty, why are you so angry now?

"You..." Ye Guoxian was stabbed to the point and couldn't say a word.

Afraid that her husband's blood pressure would rise again, Dou Huayue quickly comforted him, "Don't be angry, don't be angry..."

She turned her eyes to her son and said with a sneer, "Well, since you insist on marrying a woman we don't even approve of, I'd like to see how long she can last in this family!"

Ye Beicheng knew exactly what his mother meant. He stood up and said, "After we get married, we still live outside."

"Don't think about it!" Dou Huayue said coldly, "We can let you play with your marriage, but your father and I will never compromise on where you live after your marriage!"

He stopped and turned around with a smile, "If you don't compromise, then don't compromise. The more you treat her badly, the better I'll treat her."

"North city!!" The angry roar did not stop him. He walked out of the Ye family mansion, his face heavy, and he was about to open the door.

"Brother..." A sweet voice came from behind, and Ye Beicheng knew who it was without looking back.

Ye Mengyao hopped up to him, grabbed his arm coquettishly and shook it hard, "Is it true that you're getting married?"

"Don't ask children about adults." He stared at his sister's frown and reprimanded her softly.

"Who's a child? I'm eighteen! Follow me in. I must know what sister-in-law you found for me!"

Ye Beicheng broke free of her hands and said wearily, "Stop messing around. I have something else to do."

"No, if you don't make it clear today, I won't let you go!" When the princess's temper rose, her willfulness was a headache.

"Maybe another day. I'm not in the mood today." He flung her hand away, opened the door and sat in. He started the engine and sped away...

He just wanted to use the shackles of marriage to force himself out of the corner of love, as early as the moment he promised Yu Jingya, he anticipated today's fight, just because she was an ordinary woman, but he was not an ordinary man.

Feeling a little irritated, Ye Beicheng imitated his father's tone and asked himself, "How ridiculous are you going to be for her?"

Suddenly, his heart ached. He asked himself, "You can give up everything for her."

...

In the middle of the night, there was another person who couldn't sleep. Yu Jingya was lying in bed, thinking over and over again about whether Ye Beicheng would really be finished with his family's attack tonight.

That time, he was at a party with him, eavesdropping on his conversation with another woman, and she knew that compared to her family, he was definitely under a lot of pressure...

No one in her Yu Jingya's life would interfere, but he was different. He was a man who would be sensational even if his marriage was reported by the media.

As she thought about it, the phone beside her pillow suddenly rang. She took a look at it in confusion and thought that Cao Cao would be there.

"Hey, how are you?" She asked carefully, her heart sweating for him from time to time.

"Come out and talk." Ye Beicheng replied with three simple words.

"Ah? Come out? What do you mean?" Yu Jingya was a little confused.

"I'm at your door."

"... She swallowed hard. She lowered her voice and said awkwardly," it's late. Can't you say anything tomorrow?"

It's almost eleven o' clock. If she goes out at this time, can she come in?!

"No."

"Why?"

"I'm in a bad mood."

Ye Beicheng always gave Yu Jingya the impression of being gentle and elegant. This was the first time he felt that he was actually quite overbearing.

"Are you mistaken? You're in a bad mood, so you have to worry about whether it's convenient for me. You know..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by someone, "I'll give you five minutes to prepare. It's too late!"