Extra: I am so pitiful, baby, please love me more in the future
After more than ten hours without any response, Ni Yang wondered if He Siyu was on the plane.
Shui Shui: [I'm attending a lecture at school, so I can't pick you up.]
Mr. Crane: [No need for the baby to pick us up, we'll be able to meet soon.]
The next second, the noisy classroom suddenly became quiet. Ni Yang looked up in confusion and saw a familiar figure walking towards the podium.
The man was wearing a dark British suit and thin-soled custom leather shoes, and he was striding with his long legs.
Many people around were whispering.
"Mr. He from Yi'an? Isn't Kays's president coming today?"
"It must be said that Mr. He's figure and appearance are truly the best of the best."
"My wife is right in front of us, take it easy."
He Siyu, who was sitting in the audience, rested his hands on the side podium, his eyes fixed on Ni Yang.
He gripped the microphone on the podium and spoke in a low voice.
"Hello everyone, I am Kays CEO He Siyu."
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole audience was in an uproar.
Ni Yang stared closely at He Siyu who was smiling at her on the stage.
Ni Yang and everyone in the classroom listened attentively during the nearly one and a half hour lecture in the afternoon.
After class, He Siyu walked through the crowd, came to Ni Yang, and sat down next to her.
He noticed that Ni Yang's notebook on the table contained a lot of his words.
The girl supported her face with her arms, her eyes dim.
"Boss He, you are so mysterious. No one in the He family knows about it. Is it really okay for you to reveal it so carelessly today?"
He Siyu leaned forward and smiled, quickly kissed Ni Yang on the lips, then imitated Ni Yang's actions and also held his face.
After class, his people quickly cleared the room, and now there were only him and Ni Yang in the entire classroom.
"Baby, get ready. We're going back to the old house tonight. I have some personal grudges to deal with."
"Kays was founded by me when I was in college. As for why I had to go behind the He family's back to start my own company, do you want to know?"
Ni Yang's curiosity was aroused and he nodded.
He Siyu leaned over and kissed Ni Yang again.
"Add some sugar, it will be very bitter down there."
He Si wanted to tell Ni Yang everything about himself.
The pain he described was as light as snowflakes, but when it fell on the body it was chilling.
Whenever Ni Yang heard the scene of Grandpa He beating He Siyu, his brows furrowed tightly and his heart ached.
What is even more chilling is that his father tried to kill him more than once, and Grandpa He knew everything but still covered up for him.
It is said that grandparents are closer than grandparents, so she thought He Siyu's growth would be smooth sailing.
She suddenly remembered what her grandmother said when she first met his family: she owed him.
How did he not grow up astray in such an environment? If she were him, she would have overthrown the He family long ago.
What about the grace of raising and educating, the abuse when growing up, and the repeated dangers, all those graces are bullshit.
Suffering is never worth singing about.
She didn't remember how she left the classroom or the school.
She was angry and distressed, and her whole body was shaking.
In the car, He Si wanted to hold her in his arms and comfort her with soft words.
"The baby is fine, it's fine. I'm very happy now. Those days are over."
Ni Yang, who had been enduring all the way, couldn't stop crying.
She choked up and said, "I can't get over it. How could they treat you like that? You were so young, you didn't have enough to eat or wear, and you had to live in such a shabby house. Your body and mind were tortured. You've earned so much for Yi'an over the years, you shouldn't owe them anything."
"My own son was spoiled by overindulgence, so I have to endure hardships to raise you. Why? My son gets all the good things, and you are the one who is sacrificed."
"He Siyu, you are so pitiful."
He Siyu's eyes were red, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled and tightened his arms, hugging Ni Yang tightly.
"I'm so pitiful, baby, please love me more in the future."
"Well, with me here, no one dares to bully you anymore."
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The news that He Siyu was the person in charge of Kays Group became a hot topic, and soon He Chuanhan's affairs also became a hot topic at an incredible speed.
There are dozens of entries about the He family on the hot searches.
As soon as He Siyu and Ni Yang returned to Yutang, Grandpa He called them.
Ni Yang quickly told his uncle what he needed to do, and returned to the old house with He Si in a rage.
In the hall, the elders of the He family gathered together.
He Chuanhan knelt on the ground and grabbed Old Man He's legs and begged.
"Dad, please help me again. That bastard He Siyu started his own company without our knowledge and now he wants to send his father to jail. What an ungrateful person."
"You repeatedly hire someone to harm your own son. You're a beast. Who could be worse than you?"
Ni Yang held He Siyu's hand, wearing red-soled high heels, and glanced contemptuously at He Chuanhan who was kneeling on the ground.
Her voice was cold and she seemed not to care about the eyes looking at her. She took He Siyu to sit in their seats.
He Chuanhan's face turned pale. He stood up and pointed at Ni Yang, glaring at her. "No matter what, I am still your elder. Ni Yang, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you are Ni Hao's niece. He Siyu, the woman you found doesn't know any rules at all."
"In the He family, I am the rule. Even if my wife breaks your legs, I will cover for her. Let her play however she wants, as long as she is happy."
He Siyu didn't even spare a glance for the furious man. He stared at Ni Yang, who had come in to protect her, and the tenderness in his eyes almost melted into a pool of water.
"Si Yu, you're going too far."
Even though Mr. He is over eighty years old, the sense of oppression is still strong.
His sharp and deep eyes kept glancing at He Siyu standing beside him.
When Ni Yang heard this, she sneered, and her sparkling eyes looked at He Zheng who was sitting in the main seat without any fear.
His voice was neither humble nor arrogant. "Grandpa, you are too hypocritical. Your son can hire someone to kill someone, but when he comes to Si Yu, he can't even talk about it. Isn't this too unfair?"
"Yes, he is your beloved baby, but don't forget that without Si Yu, the He family would not be able to reach its current status."
"You have the grace to raise him and educate him, but you overturned the wrong way you educated your son and used an even more cruel and inhumane way to educate your grandson."
"If Si Yu's character wasn't strong enough, he would have died eight hundred times over based on the way you and grandma raised him."
"A good son is made under the stick. I want to ask, why don't you use this method on your own son?"
"Maybe I'm short-sighted, but this is the first time I've learned that the education methods of wealthy families are control and exploitation. Living in the coldest room of this priceless mansion, they beat and scold you at the slightest displeasure, not even sparing an innocent puppy. And now they even put a Buddha statue here. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
Ni Yanghong's eyes swept over the golden Buddha statue in the square groove behind Grandpa He. There were many tributes and the smoke was thick, making the Buddha statue hazy in her eyes.
"Sheltering your own son and aiding the tyrant in his evil deeds, is this the legacy of the He family that you are so proud of?"
Every word she said struck a chord with the two elderly people in the main seat. The most private matters of the He family were exposed so openly by the granddaughter-in-law who had just arrived.
He Zheng's face was gloomy and terrifying, and his wrinkled hands tightly grasped the golden Pixiu on the top of the cane.
With a fishy-sweet taste in his throat, he pounded the floor with his cane.
Dong-dong-dong
He Si wanted to lower his eyes. In the quiet atmosphere where one could hear the sound of breathing, the sound of him pouring tea was particularly deafening.
A slender, cold, white hand held the purple clay cup and handed it to Ni Yang.
Her tone was gentle, "Yangyang, have some tea. You must be thirsty after talking so much."
Ni Yang took the teacup in front of him and drank the Biluochun tea in it in one breath.
He put down the cup, took out his cell phone from his coat pocket, sent a message to his uncle, raised his eyes and continued to speak.
"Grandpa, you will still go to jail for harboring someone. You can't evade legal responsibility just because you're an old man."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ni Hao came out of the archway with a large group of people. Behind him were police, lawyers, and bodyguards.
The old lady fainted the moment she saw the police. Old Man He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes lingering on He Siyu.
All the momentum dissipated in an instant, "Si Yu, don't destroy the He family."
The police took the two men away in handcuffs. Ni Hao and his lawyer handled the rest of the situation. The old lady was carried back to her room and cared for by her family doctor.
Ni Yang asked He Siyu to take her to see the room where he used to live.
In a corner of the southwest courtyard, the moment the red-painted wooden door opened, an unpleasant smell of damp and mold hit me in the face.
Ni Yang stepped in and turned on the light next to the door, and the dark room instantly became bright.
The room was not big, not even half the size of her studio in Yutang.
A single wooden bed, a wooden wardrobe, a wooden table next to the small window, and a simple bookshelf.
There is no heating and no heater in the bathroom.
Looking closely, the corners of the wall are covered with mold. He Siyu has lived in this environment for twenty years.
She sat on the wooden bed, touching the bed board that had almost no bedding.
Tears fell on the navy blue quilt. She was wondering if He Siyu was incompetent and had no future, would he have been abandoned by the He family long ago, or would he have been left to fend for himself in this house.
She was glad that He Siyu was smart enough to walk out of the place where he was trapped.
The man sat next to Ni Yang. The familiar hardness under him reminded him of every night here.
It's okay in the summer with a fan, but it's hard to bear in the winter. It's very cold and the quilt can't keep him warm, so he gets up early to run and exercise so that his body can warm up. After that, he can continue reading and studying.
Ni Yang raised her tear-stained face, moved twice, hugged He Siyu, and rubbed her head against his.
"Brother Siyu, let's wait until the weather gets a little warmer and go out for our honeymoon."
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