Chapter 485 Conscience

"Night Owl, rest in peace."

Ye Yuan threw paper money into the brazier with a cold face and a look of indifference.

Among the ambushers was Night Owl's man, and at that time he wanted to kill him.

Ye Biao said with a sad face: "Xiao'er, go well."

He was really sad because his eldest son died.

"Don't worry, Dad will take good care of Mom."

Hong Shan knelt beside the brazier and felt even more hatred when she heard the polite words from the father and son.

They are all the murderers who killed Xiao'er. After she buries her son, she will take her family to chase him.

"Xiao'er, some people are really shameless. You could have lived, how dare they ask you to rest in peace?"

"Woo woo woo, someone has robbed you of your chance to live."

"Xiao'er, mommy misses you."

Ye Biao said: "Yuan'er, don't worry, you are also important."

Ye Yuan's expression didn't change at all. If he were sad because of Hong Shan's words, he would not be Ye Yuan.

"let's go."

Ye Biao went to the door to receive the guests attending the funeral. Ye Yuan did not leave, but burned the paper money in his hand carefully.

Hong Shan said, "Ye Yuan, you have such a cruel heart. My Xiao'er is still so young. If you kill him, aren't you afraid that he will come after you at night?"

"You have already obtained everything from the Ye family, why did you want to kill my Xiao'er, woo woo."

"Ye Yuan, people like you will not die a good death!"

Ye Yuan didn't respond, staring at her coldly.

If Night Owl doesn't die, he will die. He is not magnanimous enough to put his life and death in the hands of others.

He said nothing and let Lan Zhuo push him away.

There were fine raindrops in the sky. Hong Shan held the urn and placed it in the cemetery, kneeling on the ground and crying her heart out.

Behind Ye Biao were the guests who came to attend the funeral.

Seeing Hong Shan like this, I felt sad.

That's what it's like to be in gangs. You have your life tied to your belt and you never know when you might die.

Ye Yuan watched coldly. He remembered the night before their return journey when Ye Xiao came to him and showed him a determined smile.

Night Owl thought he would win, but it was just the last struggle of a jumping clown.

Ye Biao and Ye Yuan both returned to the Ye family to recuperate.

Hong Shan followed Ye Biao back to the main villa. At noon the day after the funeral, Hong Shan rarely went to cook.

"Hubby, Yuan'er, I was a little emotional yesterday. Don't take what I said to heart."

"I'm so heartbroken over Xiao'er's passing. I cooked today to apologize to you."

"The deceased is gone. From now on, I will only rely on you. I will reduce my presence and not cause any trouble for you."

"I made all these dishes with great care, husband. Your favorite is the braised pork, Yuan'er, and your favorite is the garlic vermicelli shrimp. Come and try them."

Hong Shan expressed her feelings and invited the two of them to eat.

On the table, exquisite dishes exuded fragrance, but no one picked up their chopsticks.

Her attitude changed so quickly and so strangely.

Hong Shan valued Ye Xiao too much. It was impossible for her to be so calm if he died like this.

This table of dishes smells delicious, but they may contain poison.

Perhaps their actions were too obvious, Hong Shan widened her eyes in disbelief.

"You suspect me of poisoning you?"

Hong Shan's eyes turned red with grievance. "Husband, I normally wouldn't even step on an ant to death, how could I possibly poison someone?"

"You all don't believe it, so I'll prove it to you!"

She reached out her chopsticks and took a bite of each dish.

She scooped up half a bowl of the pigeon soup in the middle and drank it all.

"Honey, you said pigeon soup is the most delicious. I made it early in the morning. Try it. It's really delicious."

Hong Shan took Ye Biao's bowl and filled him with half a bowl of steaming soup.

"And Yuan'er, these are the freshest shrimps. I remember I loved eating shrimps when I was a kid. Come, try Auntie's cooking."

Put the peeled shrimp tails into Ye Yuan's bowl.

Ye Yuan: "I just had surgery and can't eat seafood."

"Yes, yes, I forgot. Then you should finish your soup and replenish your body."

Hong Shan is so gentle, so gentle that it's scary.

Ye Biao and Ye Yuan waited for a while, and Hong Shan was still urging them to eat quickly, as there was no sign of poisoning.

The two of them felt relieved, picked up the small bowl, blew on the hot steam, and the delicious smell of soup came.

Ye Biao took a sip and found it was no different from the pigeon soup he had had before, and extremely delicious.

He couldn't help but drink several sips.

Ye Yuan on the side felt disgusted and put down the bowl after drinking two sips.

He had just had surgery and the doctor told him to be careful about his diet, so there wasn't much he could eat.

He picked up his chopsticks and ate a little, then said he was full.

Ye Biao: "Yuan'er, just eat a little more. Auntie has cooked so many dishes for you."

He wanted to thaw the relationship between the two, and after his death, he hoped Yuan'er would treat Hong Shan well.

"Your aunt works so hard, be considerate... Ugh!"

Before he could finish his words, Ye Biao vomited a mouthful of blood.

He looked back at Hong Shan in disbelief, "Is the food poisonous?!"