Waiting for you to fall a flower

"Ye Beicheng, come out!" A lady in her forties blocked the front of the car and glared angrily.

Jing Ya's surprised eyes turned to ye North city, "Who is this?"

Ye Beicheng stared at the lady with a calm expression, but his eyes were not calm.

It was a look of unspeakable forbearance and pain, and even though Jing Ya was curious, he closed his mouth knowingly.

Ye Beicheng pushed the door open, and the lady rushed up to him and grabbed his collar, "Don't you say you love my daughter, you ungrateful man? Is this how you love? Is it the way you love when you have a new lover and forget the old one?!"

The lady's tears streamed down her face. She repeatedly asked Ye Beicheng if she loved her daughter this way. Jing Ya was stunned by the scene before her. Seeing the lady getting more and more agitated, she pushed open the car door and rushed down.

"Auntie, if you have something to say, please don't do this." She reached out to open the lady's hands, but the lady pushed them aside fiercely, "Get out of here, you fox. What right do you have to talk to me?"

"Auntie, this has nothing to do with her." Ye Beicheng held Jing Ya, who almost fell, and said softly, "You stay in the car."

"Shameless, protecting the vixen in front of me. Ye Beicheng, my daughter was blind!"

The lady roared, trembling with anger.

Ye Beicheng's face darkened and he growled hoarsely, "Am I not sad? How many times do I have to say that I've never loved anyone but Qianxue!"

Jing ya was stunned. It turned out that this lady was Yang Qianxue's mother.

Suddenly, she felt sad. Although she knew who Ye Beicheng loved and didn't love ye North city, on this special day, the man who had become her husband said he loved another woman in front of her. This embarrassment still made her feel very sad.

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I don't know how Ye Beicheng comforted the lady. Jing Ya leaned back in the passenger seat and stared out the window without saying a word.

"Angry?" Ye Beicheng noticed her abnormality and asked with concern.

"Yes." Jing Ya was blunt.

Ye Beicheng smiled sadly, "Today is a happy day. You should be happy. Why are you angry?"

"Are you happy to be called a vixen on a happy day?" She retorted angrily.

The car stopped at the Ye family mansion. Ye Beicheng got out of the car, but Jing Ya didn't move.

"Why don't you come down?" He opened the door for her.

"To be honest, I felt like I couldn't breathe when I entered your house. Let me breathe a little more."

Jing Ya gasped for air, and Ye Beicheng grabbed her hand, "All right, stop stalling."

After getting out of the car, Jing Ya withdrew his hand and warned him, "Don't always hold my hand. Are we close?"

"... Ye Beicheng shook his head helplessly." What kind of stimulation is this?"

There were two red lanterns hanging at the ye residence tonight, with red double happiness plastered on the left and right sides of the gate. It looked quite festive, but there was no feeling of festivity as they approached.

On the contrary, it was even a little lonely.

"Meng Yao, why didn't your brother go to the wedding?" From afar, Jing Ya heard harsh questioning.

The voice of the vicissitudes of life was Ye Beicheng's grandfather. She deliberately slowed down her steps to hear what was going on inside, and to improvise.

"Because I don't like the sister-in-law he found for me!" The clear female voice was mixed with arrogance.

"Unreasonable! Your brother must be looking for a wife that he likes. It has nothing to do with you!" Grandpa ye's reprimand made Jing Ya seem to see hope, worthy of being a senior executive, and it was really reasonable.

"What are you thinking?" Ye Beicheng saw her walking slower and slower and stopped to wait for her.

"Nothing." She regained her composure and stepped into the living room of the Ye family.

In the middle of the large living room, Ye Beicheng's father, Ye Beicheng's mother, grandfather and a sweet-looking but not sweet-looking girl sat there.

There was also Hai uncle, the head of the Ye family. Even that Shi He Rou was there.

Ah, Jing Ya sighed. It was finally here.

"You are my new sister-in-law?" Ye Mengyao raised his chin and walked up to her, looking around her three times.

Sure enough, like mother, like daughter. Once jing ya returned to the Ye family, Mrs. Ye treated her like a monkey just like she does now.

"Hey, is your brother married twice?" She asked, pretending to be shocked.

"What second marriage? This is my brother's first marriage!" Ye Mengyao glared at her unhappily.

Jing Ya smiled, "How can you say new sister-in-law? It's easy to misunderstand that there's an old sister-in-law."

Meng Yao pouted and looked at her with disdain, "Hmph, my brother just married you in, not the new sister-in-law. Tell me what it is."

"Remove a new word." Jing Ya sincerely corrected, "You are my sister-in-law, isn't that good?"

Ye Beicheng pursed his lips and smiled. It seemed that in the future, he would not have to worry about her being wronged at all in this family.

"Jing Ya said it well." Grandpa ye stood up, pointed at Meng Yao and reprimanded, "It's too big to talk big or small. How can it be?"

Ye Mengyao was first made difficult by Jing Ya, then reprimanded by her grandfather. She suddenly felt very embarrassed. Her delicate face twisted into a ball of anger. She blamed all the resentment on Jing Ya's head and roared angrily, "I don't like you, I don't like you!"

After that, she ran upstairs without looking back. Jing Ya sighed helplessly, but caught sight of He Rou throwing a smug smile at her.

Ye Beicheng put his arm around Jing Ya's waist and said to the people in the room, "Jing Ya is very tired today. I'll take her upstairs to rest."

Master ye did not say a word. Mrs. Ye muttered softly, "Delicate."

"Okay, take her to bed." Grandpa ye was the most reasonable.

In front of everyone, Ye Beicheng deliberately treated Jing Ya like a treasure. He was gentle and considerate just to make them understand that this woman was already his person.

At the corner of the stairs, Jing Ya purposely looked back at he rou. There was no such thing as complacency. His eyes were already burning with jealousy.

When she entered Ye Beicheng's room, Jing Ya finally let go of her guard. She fell on the wide bed, limply, and had no strength to open her eyes.

"Getting married is tiring." She groaned feebly as Ye Beicheng approached and sat on the edge of the bed. "Fortunately, only once in my life."

Jing Ya did not agree with that. Marriage and divorce were becoming a common occurrence these days, and so were ordinary people. How could Ye Beicheng be an exception?

Thinking of the consequences of being abandoned by Ye Beicheng, she sat up nervously and said pitifully, "Ye Beicheng, you can't just abandon me in the future."

Ye Beicheng was stunned, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, I hope the first time is the last time."

If there is no love, it doesn't matter who you are with. There is no need to change.

"That's good. I'll treat you well." She nodded, then stressed, "But only if you treat me well."

"No problem, darling."

"... Jing Ya glared at him." Don't shout."

"It's just a name. What's the truth? I think your best friend called you darling."

"That's different."

Ye Beicheng got into a fight with her, "Why is it different? You can call your best friend, but you can't call your husband?"

"You're not really my husband."

"What?" He angrily opened the drawer beside the bed and threw the two big red books on the bed, "The marriage certificate is here. How dare you deny our relationship?"

Jing Ya picked up the notebook and threw it back into the drawer, "This doesn't mean anything. We both know our true relationship."

"..." Too lazy to compete with this woman

"I'm going to take a shower, honey." Ye Beicheng picked up her pajamas.

"... Didn't I tell you not to scream?" Jing Ya glared.

"Then what do I call you? Xiaoya?"

"No! That's my dad's name." She really thought he was her father.

"Yaya?"

"... You're not disgusting. I'm also disgusting!" Jingya rolled her eyes, "Just call me Yu Jingya!"

"No, it's too rusty." Ye Beicheng shook his head, "Just call it darling. I'll call it mine. You can cover your ears if you don't want to hear it."

He turned and went into the bathroom. Jing Ya shouted at the closed door, "Ye Beicheng, I strongly object to you calling me darling!!"

When Ye Beicheng came out of the bathroom, jingya was standing beside the sofa, pensive.

"What are you doing? Have you thought about it?" He asked evilly, his arms folded around his chest.

"Cut." Jing Ya snorted, then pointed to the sofa and said, "I was wondering if you would fall off if you sleep here."

Ye Beicheng poured a glass of red wine, sipped it, and joked, "Since you care about me, let me sleep in the bed."

"No." She objected without hesitation.

"Can't I not touch you?"

"No." She still objected.

"Why?" Ye Beicheng asked from a close distance. Suddenly, a fresh breath came to his nose.

Jing Ya took a few steps back and kept a reasonable distance from him, "You are a dangerous person."

"Where am I in danger? What did I do to you?" Ye Beicheng pressed on step by step, and jingya could not retreat.

She pointed at him and said, "Don't move. Just think about it. Haven't you done anything to me?"

"... It's just one thing. Are you going to remember it for the rest of your life?" Ye Beicheng rubbed his forehead.

Jing Ya blushed, "If you don't remember this, you won't forget it."

Ye Beicheng plopped down on the sofa and said helplessly, "It was just an accident. Do you really think I won't pick it?"

It was so evil. He had taken advantage of her, but now he was saying something that he couldn't pick -

"You sleep on the sofa! If you don't cooperate, I'll go downstairs and tell your father, your mother, and your grandfather that you raped me and married me!"

"... Ye Beicheng choked on her and couldn't say a word. She couldn't help but sigh that this woman was too strong...

"I'm going to take a shower. I hope you're already asleep on the couch when I come out."