The Ye family, the housekeeper and the servants stood in a row. Ye Nianmo looked very cold, "Who has touched anything in the design room?"

"Master, they all said they haven't touched it. Generally, servants won't touch the lady's things." The housekeeper explained while looking at the angry young master.

Ye Nianmo sat on the sofa slumped, knowing clearly that what the housekeeper said was true, but he was so anxious that even his thoughts were imprisoned.

"Nian Mo, let me help you clean up the leftover materials in the design room." Aoxue walked over happily. Feeling that the atmosphere in the living room was serious, she asked doubtfully: "What's wrong."

Ye Nianmo walked up to her and looked at her condescendingly, saying word by word: "If you want to stay in the Ye family, just be more peaceful."

Looking at his back that left without hesitation, Aoxue opened her mouth and her lips moved, but she couldn't say anything.

The servant was watching from the side. She glanced around fiercely and left angrily.

In the design room, Ye Nianmo picked up a piece of wood, weighed it in his hand, and then suddenly threw it aside. The collision between the huanghuali wood and the tempered glass made a dull sound.

He slammed his fist on the table, and the anxiety in his heart could not be shaken off. There was always a voice in his heart that Ding Yiyi was leaving, she really was leaving.

Does he really want to be controlled by her? He is not convinced!

He stood up, picked up his coat, and walked straight outside.

Under the deep night sky, the decadent life of the club has just begun. There are rows of luxury cars in front of the door. Here, money and women are status symbols, and you can have fun as you want.

In the dim light, a man drank whiskey. Three buttons of his shirt were pulled up, and his wheat-colored chest was vaguely visible in the dim light.

Ye Nianmo drank one cup after another until he felt a heavy weight on his legs. The woman's soft hands wrapped around his neck. She pressed a kiss on his shirt with dark red lipstick and teased: "Alone?"

Ye Nianmo drank the whiskey in the glass without looking sideways. On the stage not far away, several rich second generations were shouting and throwing money out of their bags.

There was a rush of looting all around, and the woman looked at the opposite side hesitantly, then turned her gaze back cruelly. In this club, there are many rich people, but it is more difficult to find rich, handsome and classy people.

"Handsome guy? Why don't you buy me a drink?" The woman became more bold and approached the cup. Ye Nianmo didn't stop her, but there was no fluctuation in her eyes at all.

Before she even got close to the cup, the woman was pulled up by a strong force. Yan Mingyao glared at her fiercely, took out a wad of money from his bag and gave it to her, "Let's go."

The woman patted the money and rubbed her wrists and left. Zhang Mingyao moved too much, which affected the wound on his abdomen that had finally healed. He frowned and gritted his teeth and said, "How many women do you need before you are willing to accept this?"

The dim light made it difficult to see Ye Nianmo's expression clearly. He shook his empty wine glass and suddenly laughed, "If it's not her, then what's the point of having more women?"

"You bastard!" Yan Mingyao waved his arms and hit Ye Nianmo, but his arms were caught halfway.

The club's security guard grabbed Yan Mingyao to prevent him from moving. Yan Mingyao glared at Ye Nianmo fiercely, "Let me go!"

Ye Nianmo came closer, Ru Mo's eyes became darker and darker, "Mingyao," he called out in a low voice with a relaxed tone, "Do you really think that I am not aware of your feelings for Aoxue?"

Yan Mingyao took a breath of air, "What do you want?!"
Chapter completed!