Ye Huanhuan was stunned for a moment, unsure how to respond.
Just then, the man stepped forward, scrutinized Ye Huanhuan, and a flash of disgust crossed his eyes, disappearing in an instant.
"Daddy, Mommy, is this my biological sister?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Haiming and his wife nodded quickly.
"That's right, Abner, she is your sister."
The man did not show any surprise on his face, but merely nodded slightly, his expression indifferent, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness and aloofness.
He slowly extended his hand and said in a calm tone:
"Hello, I am Ye Ting, your older brother. If you feel that calling me 'older brother' is too intimate, you can also call me Abner."
This simple way of greeting is as formal and rigid as the opening remarks in a business meeting, lacking any warmth and intimacy that should exist between family members.
Ye Huanhuan was a little confused by his attitude. She hesitated for a moment, then politely extended her hand to shake Ye Ting's hand lightly, and said softly:
"Hello, Abner, I'm Xia Huanhuan..."
However, before she could finish speaking, Ye Haiming interrupted her:
"Huanhuan, now that you're back in the Ye family, it's time to address her differently."
Ye Huanhuan's heart tightened, and she quickly changed her words, saying, "I am Ye Huanhuan."
Ye Ting nodded slightly and then withdrew his hand.
To Ye Huanhuan's surprise, Ye Ting then took out a tissue from his pocket and carefully wiped his hands, as if shaking hands with her was a dirty thing.
Upon seeing this, both Ye Haiming and Gao Yalan looked rather grim.
"Abner, what are you doing? This is your own sister!"
Ye Ting's expression was cold and arrogant, and his eyes held a hint of contempt as he looked at Ye Huanhuan.
"Mommy, you know I have OCD."
Gao Yalan glared at Ye Ting with her beautiful eyes and said angrily, "How can you be so rude, child?"
Although Ye Haiming did not verbally rebuke Ye Ting, his gloomy expression seemed to indicate his dissatisfaction with Ye Ting's behavior.
Seeing the slightly awkward atmosphere, Ye Huanhuan immediately put on a nonchalant smile and said:
"Mom and Dad, I'm okay."
Seeing that Ye Huanhuan was so sensible, Ye Ting chuckled and said:
"She's already said she's fine, Mommy, why are you still angry?"
After saying that, he looked at Ye Huanhuan and asked:
"I heard you're married. Where's your husband? Why didn't he come home with you?"
Gao Yalan followed up with, "Yes, Huanhuan, didn't you say yesterday that you were going to bring your husband back with you?"
Whenever Song Lin was mentioned, Ye Huanhuan couldn't help but feel a pang of pain and helplessness.
She answered in a slightly low voice:
"He and I...we are divorced."
Ye Haiming frowned deeply, his face grim and terrifying. He demanded, "What exactly happened? Everything was fine yesterday. How could there be a sudden divorce?"
Ye Huanhuan quickly explained, "After I got back, I found out he was cheating on me, so... I divorced him."
"What?"
Gao Yalan stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief, her tone brimming with anger and resentment:
"How dare he, a poor boy from the Song family, cheat on my precious daughter? Does he have a death wish?"
"Huanhuan, what exactly happened? Shouldn't you explain it to your parents?"
Compared to Gao Yalan's excitement, Ye Haiming appeared much more rational.
Ye Huanhuan took a deep breath and slowly recounted what had happened.
Gao Yalan frowned and asked, "Huanhuan, did you not tell them your true identity?"
Ye Huanhuan shook her head: "I originally wanted to say it, but after I got back, I saw that he was having an affair with another woman behind my back... Since that's the case, what's the point of saying it again? It's better to get a divorce."
At this moment, Ye Haiming's voice suddenly rang out. He looked at Ye Huanhuan and asked:
"Do you need your father to teach those Song family members a lesson for you?"
Ye Huanhuan asked, "How does Dad plan to discipline them?"
Ye Haiming: "Of course we'll destroy the Song family and make sure they can't stay in S City. They dare to bully the Ye family; they're asking for death!"
Ye Huanhuan shook her head and sighed, "No need, Dad. The Song family has nothing to do with me anymore. Now that I'm back, I don't think I'll have any contact with them again. It's really unnecessary for you to take action against such insignificant people for my sake."
Ye Haiming pondered for a moment, then asked again, "Huanhuan, are you really going to let the Song family off like this?"
Ye Huanhuan nodded.
She didn't hate Song Lin. If it weren't for Song Lin, she might have become Qin Feng's plaything. What she hated was Song's mother, Cao Cuiping, and Song Xue.
Especially Song Xue, who caused her to miscarry the child she had worked so hard to conceive, which led to her difficulty in having children.
Although Song Xue is hateful, she is also pitiful. After divorcing her husband, she still has to raise a five-year-old daughter.
Now that she and Song Lin are divorced, if Song Lin remarries and marries a woman with a strong personality, Song Xue will not have a good life in the Song family.
It's just that she wasn't assertive enough back then, and her family dragged her down; otherwise, she wouldn't have ended up like this.
Seeing this, Ye Haiming had no choice but to give up.
"Since you don't want to teach the Song family a lesson, then forget it. Dad won't make things difficult for them."
Gao Yalan tenderly stroked Ye Huanhuan's hair, tears welling up in her eyes:
"My poor child, how could such a thing happen to you? You've suffered so much..."
Ye Huanhuan gently hugged Gao Yalan, her voice warm: "Mom, I'm not suffering. Now that I'm back by your side, I feel so happy. I don't feel suffering at all."
"Hurry up and come inside. Don't you feel hot standing in the sun?"
Ye Ting's unexpected words shattered the warm atmosphere between the mother and daughter.
Ye Haiming also suggested, "Abner is right, let's go inside first, the sun outside is too strong."
The three people led Ye Huanhuan into the house. The moment she entered, Ye Huanhuan felt as if she were in a luxurious palace.
The interior decoration style is elegant and exquisite, and every piece of furniture exudes an expensive aura. Every detail reflects the owner's taste and wealth.
The living room walls are covered with more than a dozen precious original oil paintings. These works can usually only be appreciated on the Internet, but now they are right in front of me.
The paintings are all signed by world-renowned artists, and their brushstrokes and colors together create the unique artistic atmosphere of this house.
Gao Yalan held Ye Huanhuan's hand tightly, seemingly worried that she might feel nervous or uneasy.
Her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, full of concern and comfort.
"Huanhuan, from now on, this is your home. You can relax and don't need to feel any restraint."
Ye Haiming: "Your mother is right, Huanhuan, welcome home!"
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