Ten minutes later, a convoy arrived at Bixiao Mountain Villa.

There is a large courtyard here, elegantly and exquisitely decorated, with roses climbing all over the archway, swaying freely in the breeze, dancing the most beautiful dance.

The white roses planted next to the swing set were extremely beautiful, with large buds that brought joy to the eye.

The little one, who had just been led off the car by Ye Minghan, saw this stunning scenery and his eyes shone with an incredibly bright light.

Her beautiful face, hidden by a veil, was filled with joy.

This is her and his "secret base".

Although she doesn't come here often, she spends her birthday here every year.

This place witnessed every surprise he prepared for her.

Moreover, this manor was a birthday gift he gave her nine years ago.

The property deed is in her name; it is her private property.

When Commander Ye learned of this, he angrily confronted her.

He looked shocked when he saw that she was a little girl.

He only asked her one question, even though she was not yet ten years old.

"What is your relationship with my son? Why did he give you the estate?"

Before she could reply, Ye Minghan, having received the message, rushed back in his wheelchair.

He stood in front of her, protecting her firmly behind him.

His face was covered in frost, and his eyes were cold as he met Commander Ye's gaze, uttering only one sentence.

"If I frighten her, I don't mind making the whole of Jiangdong pay with my life."

These fifteen cold and ruthless words terrified Commander Ye.

He seemed to have never imagined that a little girl would be so important to his son.

He was fully aware of his son's abilities.

His adopted son, Ling Tianze, was found by one of Han'er's subordinates.

Ling Tianze attempted to join forces with the Eagle King Legion in the Northwest to rebel, but his son's adjutant, Feng, found him and executed him on the spot.

Deputy Officer Feng also perished in that chaotic battle.

His Han'er, expressionless, sent all of Ling Tianze's remaining henchmen to their deaths.

He still vividly remembers that hellish appearance.

In the end, Commander Ye tacitly accepted her existence and never questioned her again.

Hua Qingyan snapped out of her reverie, a smile playing on her lips.

She hasn't been here for three months.

I still remember the last time was after the Spring Festival, when her Hanhan brought her here for a few days of vacation.

One of the white rose bushes next to the swing was planted by her and him together.

He wouldn't let her touch it, saying that roses have thorns and would prick her hands.

She also said that the mud was dirty and would soil her skirt.

Then, after she pleaded and begged for a long time, he finally relented and allowed her to plant only one.

After that, he trimmed the thorns off the rose stem before placing it in her palm.

Standing behind her, I cupped her small hand in my large one and guided her to place the rose seedling into the mud pit, then added soil and watered it.

That was the first time in so many years that she had "worked".

Thinking about it, it's actually quite wonderful.

The key is the person who has always been by her side, the one whose feelings for her will never change.

Her beautiful eyes, tinged with captivating beauty, revealed a sweet smile.

The smile that filled her eyes was taken in by Ye Minghan.

Yan Yan is really easy to please; she never asks him for anything material.

Even on her birthday, she only mentioned one sentence: "I want to eat the little cake you made."

Ever since he learned that she loved to eat, he worked hard to improve his culinary skills and tried all sorts of delicious food to make her happy.

As the saying goes, the way to a person's heart is through their stomach.

Hard work pays off; the results over the past ten years have been remarkable, and he has spoiled her so much that she's become even more picky than before.

However, she is also extremely concerned about her appearance. She loves eating high-calorie foods, and after turning ten, she became particularly afraid of gaining weight and rarely dared to eat freely.

He later had people research pills without side effects to help her control her weight.

Looking at it now, the feel is really good; the parts that should develop are all right in his heart.

The feeling of that hand holding it was so strong that he couldn't grasp it all, and he was completely captivated by it.

And that incredibly slender waist—ten years of dance training have made it exceptionally flexible.

In these ten days, he had thoroughly experienced the intoxicating spring dream of the fourteen-character phrase, "The spring night is short and the sun rises high, from then on the emperor no longer holds morning court."

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