Mother Ye sneered, "Writing a storybook? Only those low-class people would write a storybook."

In Ye's mother's view, only untalented readers would write storybooks. She despised such people and forbade Ye Qingyue to read storybooks. Otherwise, she would not have torn up the storybooks and thrown them into the brazier on the spot after discovering that Ye Qingyue was reading them.

Ye Qingyue's words undoubtedly made Ye's mother dislike Chen Ci even more.

Mother Ye's words were full of disgust and contempt for Chen Ci: "Let's not talk about his family background, which is inferior to the Cao family in every way. Just say that he can't speak. He definitely can't enter my Ye family. Aren't you afraid that when you go out in the future, others will laugh at you and say that you have a mute husband!"

"I don't care." Ye Qingyue straightened her back. She brought out all the stubbornness hidden in her bones since she was a child, wanting to fight for her love once.

"You don't care, but I do, and the Ye family does. The Ye family will never allow a mute son-in-law to exist. Sister Yue, Cao Cheng is the best candidate for your husband. Listen to me, I'm doing this for your own good."

Ye Qingyue suddenly smiled, tears in her eyes, filled with sorrow, her throat choked with sobs: "You said it was for my own good, but have you ever asked me what I think? No, you are not doing this for my own good, you are doing this for the good of the Ye family. In your eyes, I am nothing but a daughter. I am just a tool for you to revitalize the Ye family."

With a "slap", Ye's mother slapped Ye Qingyue on the right cheek.

There was a burning pain on his cheek, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. Ye Qingyue's eyelashes trembled and tears fell from his eyes.

Ye Fulang was startled: "Wife, don't hit her. If you have anything to say, just talk it over nicely."

Mother Ye's chest heaved violently, her face livid. "Ye Qingyue, I'm telling you clearly today. You can't marry that mute unless I'm dead. Go back and think it over carefully. Someone, take the young lady away and lock her up. No one is allowed to visit her, let alone come in or out, without my permission."

In the end, Ye Qingyue was taken away.

"Wife, I..." Just as Mr. Ye was about to speak, his mother waved her hand and said dejectedly, "Wife, please go back first. I want to be alone for some time."

Ye Fulang bit his lip and looked at Ye's mother, but finally left.

In the hall, only Ye's mother was left.

She fell into the chair, as if all the strength had been drained out of her.

She slowly stretched out her hand. Just now, she used this hand to hit Ye Qingyue in the face.

From childhood to adulthood, Ye Ying had punished Ye Qingyue before. Sometimes she made her kneel in the ancestral hall to copy books, and sometimes she hit her palms with a ruler, but she had never hit her face.

But when Ye Qingyue said those words, she couldn't help herself and hit her.

So that was what Sister Yue really thought? Did she think she was just a tool to revitalize the Ye family?

But is it wrong for her to want to revitalize the Ye family?

Is it wrong for her to choose a good husband for her?

She still can't forget the look in her mother's eyes before she died, nor can she forget the ridicule she received from others for failing the exams many times.

Revitalizing the Ye family has become her obsession.

She is right!

-

Ye Qingyue was locked up in a small woodshed.

At this moment, she was sitting in a corner of the woodshed. She always liked cleanliness and didn't care about the dirt.

The door of the woodshed was locked from the outside, leaving only a ray of light coming in through a small, tall window near the roof.

The ray of light was not enough to illuminate the entire woodshed, and the woodshed seemed dim.