Yan Xiaye swallowed nervously before carefully calling him: "Little Uncle."

The man with his back to her stopped, his tone as unchanged as ever, making it impossible to guess his intentions: "Hmm?"

"What happened yesterday...I'm sorry."

Making up his mind to ask for forgiveness, Yan Xiaye clenched his fists, rushed to Li Yuntang in front of him in two steps, and stared at his deep eyes as deep as abyss: "I know you are for my own good..."

"Summer Night, this is your life, you don't need to be sorry for your choice." Li Yuntang raised his eyebrows slightly, and the eyes looking back at her were unclear: "Or you regret it, and want to catch another again.

An opportunity?"

Yan Xiaye felt bitter in her mouth, and shook her head gently, knowing that Li Yuntang probably regarded her as a capricious villain.

After a moment, she sighed slightly: "Little uncle, thank you."

Looking at her wilted face, Li Yuntang paused and changed the subject: "Do you want to tell me, why is Beicheng looking for you?"

Yan Xiaye nodded honestly and then nodded, and explained the whole story completely before using breakfast, without any suspicion of exaggerating water.

"So that's what it is..." Li Beicheng put down his knife and fork, chuckled and took a sip of the black cafe: "If Beicheng said that he had never bought you that piece of jewelry, what would you do?"

Yan Xiaye swallowed a small bun in one mouthful, and thought for a moment and replied softly: "I won't do much."

Seeing Li Yuntang raise his eyebrows and look at her, she smiled embarrassedly, her eyes lit up like stars: "If his denial can be exchanged for me to give up on him, let alone just a gem, even tens of millions of gems are worth it."

Her words were a little confused, but it did not prevent Li Yuntang from hearing it clearly.

He looked at her and suddenly felt that he couldn't see through her, but this did not affect his appreciation for her first sight.

In her, gentleness and kindness are true, and strong and calm are true.

If some means are used to train him well, in time, perhaps this girl is qualified to make his eyes shine.

In order to praise her for being free and easy, he applauded and said softly: "Suggested, well said."

Yan Xiaye was flattered and sipped in a cup of milk tea, almost unable to hide the smug curve of the corners of his lips.

From childhood to adulthood, she lived as her parents arranged her life and became the shadow of Yan Shuirou, and she received only a few times of praise.

What's more, this praise comes from Li Yuntang's mouth, and it has profound meaning.

Before she could carefully savor this honor, the housekeeper came in and informed: "Second Master, the young master and a lady are back together."

Li Yuntang stood tall and nodded slightly at Yan Xiaye: "Let's go, go to the study."

...

Following Li Beicheng by the garden hall, Yan Shuirou opened her eyes and hated Yan Xiaye completely.

Even with the help of the Li family, the living conditions of the Yan family have long been different from the past, but at most they are nouveau riche, how can they compare with a century-old wealthy family like the Li family?

Whether it is marrying Libeicheng or living here, it is the lifelong wish of countless women in Jianghai.

But he said that Xia Ye was favored by God, and he just gave his bone marrow to Mr. Li for a moment, and he easily got all this.

Compared to Yan Shuirou's smile, Li Beicheng was in a state of uneasiness.

He knew very well that the uncle was a person. He could make him say those words in front of the bodyguard, which was clearly intended to protect Yan Xiaye.

What's worse, if grandma knew about the trick, Yan Shuirou's current physical condition would probably not be able to withstand the thunderous blow of grandma's sandalwood crutch.

Standing at the entrance of the study room with a lot of worries, Li Beicheng raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Uncle, I'm back."

"Enter."

The door was pushed open, and the sunlight tilted into the Nordic style floor-to-ceiling window, crossing the men and women who stood and sat in front of the desk with a layer of furry gold edges, which invisibly softened Li Yuntang's too cold momentum. No matter how you look at it, they are all handsome men and beautiful women.

It's envious to others.

Li Beicheng paused as he stepped into the study, and his eyes suddenly became deeper when he looked at this scene.

I don’t know if it was his illusion, but this scene is really damn harmonious.

"Beicheng, what are you thinking? My uncle asked you to go in."

Just as he frowned and pondered, Yan Shuirou nudged him with a shy look on her face, and then she recalled his consciousness.

At the desk, Li Yuntang slowly put the book together, "Miss Yan, I don't mind knowing what your relationship is with Beicheng, but with you, you are not qualified to call me "Uncle."

Yan Shuirou's face faded away, her white teeth bit her, and her eyes flashed with resentment.

"And you, Beicheng." Li Yuntang turned his gaze, his sitting posture remained unchanged but had a condescending momentum: "For a woman who is unclear, you are really a good child of the Li family, and you can give him a face to the family."

His tone was neither light nor heavy, and every word was like a needle that nailed the backbone of Li Beicheng in the air, which made him unable to raise his head.

Staring at the floor and breathing a sigh of relief, Li Beicheng was not confident when he spoke: "Uncle, Shui Rou was born with a bad health. She has been with me for so many years. I always have to take care of her more."

A few meters away, Yan Xiaye cursed himself and cursed the corners of his lips, feeling that the wound on his arm that had scabbed all night was hurting again.

Li Beicheng's protection of Yan Shuirou was not beyond her expectations.

But when she witnessed and heard it with her own eyes, she felt another kind of anger and sad pain.

"Okay, since that's the case, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you." Li Yuntang withdrew his gaze and pushed the box in his hand to the center of the table: "Xia Ye has told me the matter, and Miss Yan thinks that this box was originally given to her by you.

Later, Xia Ye was jealous of her and snatched it from her, right?"

Yan Shuirou had just brought humiliation to herself, so she nodded quickly and dared not say more nonsense.

"Beicheng, what do you mean?"

Yan Xiaye did not have any hope for Li Beicheng's answer.

She looked out the window with a calm expression, her silhouette was thin and desolate, showing all the harm he caused to her inch.

Li Beicheng's pupils shrank, and he couldn't take his eyes away like a devil.

For the first time in his life, he had a strong premonition that he would lose her forever.

In an indescribable panic, he subconsciously denied it before he could think, and even thought about how Yan Xiaye had such a box: "No... I bought two of this kind of jewelry at the auction and gave it to Yan Xiaye.

Fen, Shui Rou didn't know."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, his eyes flashed: "It may be that Shui Rou accidentally dropped the box somewhere, and saw Yan Xiaye holding the same one, so he misunderstood that the thing was stolen."

Decisive words echoed in the empty study.
Chapter completed!