In the end, Ye Laicai said with great heartache that his second brother still had no children, and his mother felt deeply sorry for her son because of her sister, and she had been living in guilt and suffering.
Moreover, I have been missing him for so many years...
He Jiaming's heart moved slightly.
Although I knew what he said was not entirely true, there was still something strange in my heart.
"He He……"
The voice was slightly hoarse, low and dark.
Ye Laicai was stunned.
"He doesn't know me?"
A simple sentence with no emotion, but it was like a blow to the head, causing Ye Laicai's eyes to turn black.
Is this the connection between father and son?
Co-author, he said so much, but the other party only listened to one sentence?
You have obviously never seen your biological father since you were a child, so why can you accurately capture the person in his casual words?
And mentioned it in a somewhat disappointed tone?
Ye Laicai was heartbroken.
However, he always felt unreal when the other party recognized his identity so calmly.
No matter what I was thinking in my heart, my mouth just picked up the words.
"Yes, in the whole family, only you and I know you."
"And I just found out."
"Although your grandma misses you, she doesn't want to disturb your wealthy life, so she has never thought of coming to see you."
"..."
Perhaps it really touched a sensitive chord in his heart, and He Jiaming looked a little dazed.
Does he really not know?
And... doesn’t the woman also know?
"Jia Ming, Jia Ming."
Ye Laicai was accustomed to climbing the ladder, and now he did not call him Mr. He politely. He used a very affectionate and familiar tone to naturally call out the other person's name.
He Jiaming, whose eyes were a little dull, immediately came back to his senses, looked at him deeply, and said in a deep voice, "If you don't want to disturb him, why did you come here again?"
Ye Laicai choked.
He really couldn't figure out why a thirteen-year-old boy could be so calm and sophisticated?
When she looked at him with such deep eyes, she seemed to be able to penetrate all the thoughts in his heart.
This guy is very scheming and hard to get along with~
Children raised by rich families are just different.
Ye Laicai was slightly uneasy.
No!
He can't be timid!
As the saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.
He is a bachelor, so what does he have to be afraid of?
If he is afraid, he is also afraid of the other party, because he is afraid that his position as the Young Master of He Mansion will not be guaranteed.
After thinking about it, Ye Laicai concluded that the other party was pretending to be calm and would not beat around the bush with him.
"Alas~"
"Even if your mother is in trouble again, she will never bother you. She is also worried. She accidentally let it slip in front of me. When I asked you, I..."
"Oh, it's me, I'm the one shamelessly asking you to help the family..."
Ye Laicai sighed, looking very embarrassed, and started talking loudly and eloquently.
To put it simply, the old Ye family is living a hard life. Your sister-in-law is already seventeen years old, and she is still waiting to be married because she does not have a decent dowry.
Okay, okay, we talked a lot.
In addition to crying about poverty, I still cry about poverty.
He Jiaming glanced coldly at his brand new robe.
This guy probably confused himself...
"Who else knows you are here?"
Just when Ye Laicai was about to burst into tears, the other party's cold voice suddenly interrupted him.
Ye Laicai, who was so emotional, couldn't hold back the expression on his face for a while. He was still sad and said in a more choked voice, "Don't worry, Jiaming, no one knows that I'm here to find you."
"That's it..."
He Jiaming raised the corners of his eyes, sneered slightly mockingly, tapped the table with his right hand, and shouted in a deep voice, "Here comes someone!"
The door was suddenly opened by someone from the outside, and the cold night wind poured into the house mercilessly.
A tall, sturdy man strode in. He was not the coachman Jia Daqing, nor was he the boy Asheng.