Waiting for you to fall a flower

Jing Ya's watery explanation surprised Ye Beicheng. He never knew that her understanding of love was as tenacious and unyielding as a plum blossom.

"Do you want your life to have your own Yang Guo?"

Ye Beicheng approached her and asked her. Jing Ya thought for a moment and said, "I used to yearn. I didn't yearn after I married you."

"Why?" He didn't understand.

"Life is like dew in a sea of people. How easy is it to find Yang Guo who belongs to you? Maybe I can find it when I'm 40, but can I wait until I'm 40? If you can't find it before you're 30, you'll have to get married, but you'll have to give up when you're 40. That's why you don't want it."

Without desire, there will be no regret. Without regret, there will be no sorrow in life.

Ye Beicheng nodded in agreement, leaned over and said to her, "How about this, if you find it in the future, I'll let you go?"

"No need, I want to be one and one!"

She stood up stubbornly, "Thank you for your computer." He left the study without looking back.

Ye Beicheng stared at her back and smiled helplessly.

He sat down next to his computer and noticed that she had forgotten to turn off her weibo page when she left.

"If you are too far away to measure, who is waiting for you to sail? Who is rowing the blue sea? It frightens me half a leaf of roufan, makes me a few degrees of vastness, and even causes me waves all my life."

Ah, he smiled again...

Jing Ya didn't know that Ye Beicheng saw the content of her weibo until three days later, when she opened it again, she found a strange one among the many comments.

"To our beautiful and lovely young women of art and literature."

She frowned and muttered in confusion, "Who is this? He even salutes me? Think of me as Liu Hulan, don't you..."

He clicked on his weibo and was so shocked that his eyes almost dropped.

Ye Beicheng? How could it be him!

No matter how hard I can't believe it, the portrait in the photo is undeniable. That evil smile, the evil look, the evil features can't be wrong...

She browsed his weibo curiously to see what kind of mental activity this guy usually had, but unfortunately, there was nothing left on his weibo other than some finance, stock market, business and so on.

He was so disappointed that he was about to close the page, but he followed him before he closed it.

On the seventh day of Jing Ya's wedding leave, something unfortunate happened to the Ye family.

She was at the company when she received a call from Ye Beicheng, who told her that her grandfather had suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and was sent to the hospital.

She hurriedly asked for leave and rushed over, feeling very depressed along the way. This morning, her grandfather told her to be careful on the way to work, but now she went to the hospital on her own, which was really hard for her to accept!

No matter how hard you can't accept it, you can't change your life. Life is like this, and there will always be one or another unknown misfortune.

When she appeared outside the emergency room, Dou Huayue came forward and slapped her face. She pointed at Jing Ya angrily and scolded, "It was you, the jinx, who came to our house that brought us such misfortune!"

Jing Ya held back her tears and did not resist. Ye Beicheng quickly walked over and accused his mother, "Why did you hit her? Can you blame her?"

Mrs. Ye roared, "You're still protecting her. This woman has laid your grandfather in the emergency room. You're still protecting her. Are you still a descendant of the Ye family?!"

"Can you please not be so feudal? What's the problem? Cerebral hemorrhage is a sudden illness. What does it have to do with her? When can you be fairer to her?"

Dou Huayue glared at Jing Ya in disgust, as if he was going to eat her up.

"If something happens to your grandfather, you should give her up right away and never leave this baneful spirit in our house to continue to harm others!"

Ye Guoxian, who had a sullen face and did not speak, could not help but shout at them when he saw that they were quarreling fiercely, "Why are you quarreling? What time is it!"

Ye Beicheng was about to defend herself, but Jing Ya stopped her. She pinched the back of his hand with her fingernails twice before stopping him from speaking.

At this moment, it was unnecessary to say anything. She did not want to explain how wronged she was, nor did she want to protect her dignity from being violated. Her only concern was whether grandpa ye could get out of danger.

The door of the emergency room was pushed open and grandpa ye was pushed into the icu. The doctor sighed helplessly, "Sorry, we tried our best..."

Dou Huayue hugged her daughter and burst into tears. Ye Mengyao cried and scolded Jing Ya, "It's all you. It's you who killed my grandfather. You're a jinx, jinx...

Jing Ya collapsed to the ground. She refused to believe what the doctor had just said because she could not accept it.

All the people in the Ye family were in deep sorrow. A doctor came out of the ward and he helplessly informed them, "The patient wants to see his granddaughter-in-law for the last time."

Dou Huayue stopped crying and rushed to the doctor. She shouted excitedly, "Did you hear wrong? I should be the daughter-in-law he wants to see!"

The doctor shook his head, "I heard it very clearly. Old Mr. Ye wants to see her granddaughter-in-law."

Ye Beicheng held back his grief and stroked Jing Ya on the ground, "Go and take one last look at grandpa," he whispered. With that, he choked on himself.

Jing Ya staggered into the ward and saw his grandfather's weak face from afar. Tears could no longer control themselves.

She rushed to the hospital bed, grabbed Ye Zhishan's hand and cried, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you? You were fine this morning. Why did it take you only half a day...

For the first time, she cried so hard at the bedside. Ever since she was a child, Yu Jingya had always been too strong in anyone's eyes. She never easily lowered her head, shed tears, or hurt her heart.

But at this moment, her heart was easily hurt, because grandpa ye gave it to her, and her parents never gave it to her.

"Jing... Jing Ya." A hoarse and weak voice struggled out of Ye Zhishan's mouth.

Jing Ya raised his teary eyes and gazed at him with heartbreak, "I'm here, grandpa. I'm here."

"Promise grandpa that no matter what happens, you will stay by the Ye family and by North city's side..."

This simple sentence, grandpa ye almost used up all his strength, Jing Ya did not even have the opportunity to ask him the meaning of this sentence, he regretfully let go of the world.

But the moment he closed his eyes, his gaze shifted to Jing Ya's abdomen, and a tear of regret slowly slid down from the corner of his old eyes, deeply piercing her heart.

Jing Ya knew what his grandfather's regret was. What he regretted was that he could not wait for his great-grandson to come out. That was his only hope in his lifetime.

"Grandpa..." She began to cry hysterically. Everything happened so suddenly that she was caught off guard.

An old man who had worked in politics for many years left the world unwillingly.

Ye Zhishan had always been a senior official, so the funeral was very grand. From the moment her grandfather passed away, Jing Ya stopped talking. Whether Dou Huayue scolded her, Shi He Rou provoked her, or Ye Beicheng cared about her, she responded in silence.

The night before the funeral, she came to the front of the spirit alone, looking at the old man's kind smile in the photo, tears streaming down her face. No one knew how grateful she was for the care and love her grandfather had shown her when he was alive. Although it was short, it was the first time that she felt what family love was.

These days, she was very sad, very sad, but her mother-in-law and aunts all scolded her for being hypocritical, no one would believe that she was sadder than anyone else.

On the third day after the funeral, the war in the Ye family began, and it was naturally directed at Jing Ya.

Mrs. Ye urged his son to divorce. Although master ye did not say anything, the cold expression on his face proved that he was on his wife's side.

Jing Ya stood calmly by the side, waiting for the outcome of the negotiations. This confrontation, she had no position but the end.

"Brother, are you talking?"

"Brother, just listen to your mother and leave this woman. We really don't like her!"

Ye Mengyao shook Ye Beicheng's arm expectantly, hoping that he would give everyone a satisfactory answer as soon as possible.

"Son, don't think about it anymore. A man can pick it up and put it down. What is she worth your hesitation?"

Mrs. Ye glared at Jing Ya in disgust, wishing she had disappeared without a trace.

Ye Beicheng stood up. He walked up to Jing Ya, took her by the shoulder and whispered, "Let's go upstairs."

"What floor? Do you want to leave before you finish?!"

Dou Huayue stepped forward and grabbed his son's arm with a look of displeasure.

Ye Beicheng turned back coldly and told her mother with certainty, "Don't say these impossible things. I, I can't divorce her."

"Why? What's so good about her? Is she the only woman in the world?"

Mrs. Ye was so angry that she gave her son a shaky push.

"There's no reason. I just won't divorce her. No matter how much you say, it's useless."

After Ye Beicheng finished speaking, he led jingya upstairs without going back. He closed the door and said to her apologetically, "Jing Ya, don't be sad. My mother is such a person."

Jing Ya shook his head slowly, "It's okay. I won't care."

She sadly walked to the french window and stared out at the vast night sky. Tonight, the sky was full of stars, and every star seemed to tell a distant legend.

"You don't care why you're still so sad."

Ye Beicheng walked up to her and asked with great concern, how could he not see the sadness in her eyes these days?

On the day grandpa left, everyone in the family was targeting her. No matter how strong a person looked on the outside, his heart would be exhausted.

"I'm not sad because of your mother." Jing Ya choked, "I feel sad. There's no one else but grandpa."

Ye Beicheng was very surprised. He asked softly, "Why is it my grandfather? You look more sad than me?"

Jing Ya replied sadly, "Since I married you, he is naturally my grandfather, and he is very good to me."

"But it's a lie between us. Aren't you a little too invested?"

This time, Jing Ya looked at him and said firmly, "We are fake, but grandpa's love for me is real."

Ye Beicheng's words were broken, and he didn't know what else to say. Jing Ya's firm tone and eyes shook him. He was touched for a moment and couldn't help but hug her in his arms...