Waiting for you to fall a flower

She did not love ye North city, and she was not someone Ye Beicheng could not lose, so there was no need for her to stay here and endure inhumane humiliation, but she could not leave either.

She could not forget grandpa ye's kindness, and she could not help but obey his last wishes.

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

Although she did not know why grandpa ye said such things, she was sure that he had his reasons for saying so.

"I won't leave. If I want a divorce, I want to hear it from your son!"

It was a gamble that ye North city would not abandon her. In fact, she was not confident that she would win. Her brother had defiled his sister, and no one could forgive him easily.

"Do you still know how shameless you are? Don't be shameless. You want to use North city to suppress us, don't you? Hmph, I'm telling you, stop daydreaming. North city must divorce you this time, no matter what!"

Mrs. Ye's face was livid and he hugged his daughter. If his eyes could kill someone, Jing Ya would have died a hundred times by now.

"Well, if you want to hear it from my son, I'll tell you when he comes back."

Ye guoxian sat on the sofa expressionlessly. From the moment jing ya entered the Ye family, he seemed to always be like this.

"Then get up and don't lie on the ground trying to win my son's sympathy!" Dou Huayue gave her a look of disgust.

Jingya endured the burning pain on her cheeks and staggered to her feet. She wiped her tears away, not wanting to win anyone's sympathy.

Ye Beicheng came back. As soon as he entered the living room, he felt a strong smell of gunpowder.

When she saw her sister sitting on the sofa with her disheveled clothes and tear-stained face, she asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Ye Mengyao just cried and didn't speak. Mrs. Ye pointed at Jing Ya angrily, "Ask her!"

North city turned around in confusion and looked at Jing Ya as if he wanted to see something in her eyes. Seeing that she was lowering her head, he walked over and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Jing Ya did not dare to look up at him and ask her to say in front of Ye Beicheng that her brother had raped his sister. What an embarrassment...

"What's the matter?" He reached out and raised her face, forcing her to look him in the eye. When he saw her red and swollen cheeks on both sides, he froze.

"Did my mom hit you again?" He asked.

"What? I hit her. You want her to tell you why I hit her?" Dou Huayue stood up in anger and walked up to Jing Ya to mock her, "What? Are you afraid to say it or are you ashamed to say it?"

Jing Ya closed his eyes sadly, then opened them again, sobbing, "Wancheng... Molested Meng Yao."

"What? Impolite..."

Ye Beicheng looked at his sister, speechless with shock.

He quietly walked up to Ye Mengyao and asked softly, "Did he really molest you?"

"Brother, you still don't believe it?" Ye Mengyao cried bitterly, "If it weren't for someone passing by, my life would have been ruined!"

Ye Beicheng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it did not turn out to be an irreparable situation.

Although it was not too tragic, he was also very sad as a brother when his sister, who had been cherished since childhood, encountered such a thing.

She looked back at Jing Ya, who was standing in the corner without a word, her head lowered in helplessness, and no longer had the fortitude she used to have in the face of provocation.

"North city, divorce her."

Ye Guoxian said coldly, and Dou Huayue immediately agreed, "Yes, we have to get a divorce. Our Ye family has been badly hurt by her."

"Dad, you can't blame jingya..."

"Shut up!" Ye Guoxian interrupted coldly, "This is the time. Do you still want to help her?"

Mrs. Ye added, "Yes, North city, you are too much. Don't you think about it. Your grandfather used to be so strong and healthy, but he retired to his old age only for a few days, and then died of an inexplicable cerebral hemorrhage. Now that your grandfather's body is still cold, your sister was almost raped by her brother. If you keep her, who will be next? Is it me or your father?"

Ye Beicheng was silent for a moment and said, "You can be feudal, but I can't divorce her."

He was as firm as Jing Ya's insistence on not leaving the Ye family.

"Bastard!" Ye Guoxian came forward with a slap on his face and trembled with anger.

Touching his aching cheek, he smiled sarcastically, "Are you and mom so fond of slapping people? Well, if you like to, just do it as hard as you can, but I'll leave it here. There's no way I can divorce Jing Ya."

Pa, Ye Guoxian slapped again, and blood pressure followed. Mrs. Ye immediately put the medicine into his mouth, pointed at his son and scolded, "You are too unfilial, do you want to anger your father to death to be reconciled!"

Jingya stood there with her heart cut like a knife. Although the two slaps hit Ye Beicheng's face, they hurt her heart. It was their family's fault. Ye Beicheng had no reason to take the blame for her.

"Well, since you insist on me getting a divorce, then I'll go along with you. Tomorrow I'll find a lawyer and put 50 % of the Ye family business under Jing Ya's name."

Ye Beicheng's words were like a thunderbolt, and everyone in the Ye family was stunned...

"How dare you!!!" Master ye roared hysterically.

Mrs. Ye was even more excited. She cried out, "How could I have a crazy son who would cut half of the Ye family's painstaking efforts to build a country to an outsider? What face would I have when I die, facing the ancestors of the Ye family..."

Jing Ya slowly raised her head and stared at Ye Beicheng in surprise. She knew he wasn't joking.

Somewhere in her heart suddenly softened, and the tears she desperately suppressed were like pearls with broken strings. He said he would not love her, but he gave her the deepest emotion when she was most helpless.

Jingya thought that she would probably never forget what Ye Beicheng said just now and give her half of the Ye family.

She didn't care about the Ye family's assets at all, but in her heart, Ye Beicheng was no longer an insignificant person.

Yu Jingya, what are you going to do if you fall... She clenched her fingers and was speechless.

"No matter how much you try and stop it, it's useless. My marriage with her is protected by the law. If we get divorced, she is legally entitled to the Ye family property."

Ye Beicheng walked up to Jing Ya and reminded his parents, "Think about it. If you insist on getting a divorce, you can follow the normal procedure tomorrow."

With that, she grabbed Jing Ya's shoulder and went upstairs without looking back.

After closing the door, the two of them were silent. Ye Beicheng was sitting on the sofa, and Jing Ya was standing in front of him in a daze.

She wanted to say sorry to him, but when her mouth opened and closed, she couldn't say what she wanted to say.

"Don't be sad, it's not your fault."

Ye Beicheng saw her nervousness and held her hand, "Aren't your legs sore after standing for so long? Sit down."

Jing Ya sat down and the two of them remained silent for a long time.

Then, she opened her mouth, but she didn't say she was sorry.

She said, "Ye Beicheng, can you take me out for a drink?"

He thought he would refuse, but surprisingly, he agreed.

The living room was still filled with the smell of gunpowder. Ye Beicheng held Jing Ya's hand, ignoring the angry eyes of his family, and left the house with firm steps.

He drove her to a bar. After entering the private room, he said to the waiter, "Bring more wine. My wife is in a bad mood today."

Jing Ya sat on the wide sofa, not daring to look at ye North city, not daring to talk to him.

The waiter brought the wine over. Ye Beicheng opened several bottles. Jing Ya stared at the coffee table and suddenly said, "Shall we play a game?"

"What game?" He smiled, "You like to play games."

"This time we don't play eye to eye, we play the game of truth."

Ye Beicheng raised his eyebrows, "Oh, how do you play it?"

"Let's ask each other a question. Who can't answer or deceive the other and drink?"

He thought for a moment, "Okay, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"Do you want to ask first or should I?"

"Ladies first."

Jing Ya nodded, "Are you serious about giving me half of the Ye family's assets?"

"Really."

North city asked, "You didn't have a good life in our house. Why didn't you want to leave?"

"Because I promised grandpa that I would never leave the Ye family."

Jing Ya lowered her head. Yes, it was like this before she experienced what happened tonight, but now, it's not all like this. The reason, only she knows...

"How do you know Yang Qianxue? What kind of woman is she?"

Ye Beicheng knocked her on the head, "You broke the rules and asked two questions."

"Okay, I'll punish myself." Jing Ya smiled bitterly, picked up a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

"What kind of woman is she?" When she finished, she asked again.

"She's a kind, beautiful, gentle, good woman with no flaws."

Jing Ya nodded and whispered, "Is there really such a good woman in the world?"

Ye Beicheng knocked her on the head again, "You broke the rules again. It's my turn to ask."

She drank a glass of wine and waited for Ye Beicheng to ask.

"When was your first love?"

Jing Ya's fingers moved slightly. First love? What a beautiful word, but does she have a first love?

"I didn't." She answered softly.

Ye Beicheng immediately laughed, "Yu Jingya, you lied. Drink."

She raised her head in surprise, "I didn't lie!" Even if he was lying, how would he know...

"Really not lying?" Ye Beicheng approached evilly, "One night you were drunk, but you kept scolding a man named ah yu."

"...

"Okay, I'll drink. But..." She paused, "Ah yu is not my first love."

Ye Beicheng didn't argue too much with her about this. After drinking his third glass of wine, Jing Ya suddenly asked meaningfully, "What kind of woman do you think I am?"

He thought about it and said, "She's a good woman."

"That's it?"

"Yeah."

Disappointed, she stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Out of the box, she didn't really go to the bathroom. Instead, she found a corner and whispered to herself, "Yu Jingya, you saw that Ye Beicheng wouldn't like you. He said hello but couldn't say anything good. But Yang Qianxue, he could say it."

Sad for a long time, then absentmindedly returned to the box.

"Do you want to continue?" Ye Beicheng asked with a smile when she came in.

"Well, whose turn is it to ask?" She sat down sadly.

"It's my turn." He pondered for a few seconds, "What kind of man do you like?"