"A Fei, it's your brother's fault this time, so just help him this time."
Father Ye put down the teacup in his hand, looked into Ye Fei's eyes, and said earnestly: "He is young and simple-minded, so it is understandable that he was deceived. You should work harder to recover the investment. No matter what, such a large amount of money cannot be wasted."
It was evening, the sky had just gotten dark, and the lights in the house were not on yet. The faint sunlight shone into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, shining on the young man sitting on the sofa.
The young man was wearing a plain black suit, a pair of thick-framed glasses on his tall nose, and his hair was combed back, revealing his entire face. It should have been a very rustic outfit, but he was so good-looking, and his beautiful facial features suppressed the rusticity and showed a kind of noble and high-end feeling.
Ye Yao glanced at him, suppressed the jealousy in his heart, moved to his side and said coquettishly: "Brother, please help me. It's not that I don't listen to you, it's just that the prospects they planned are too good, don't blame me."
Ye Fei lowered his head and stared at his hands motionlessly without any reaction.
Father Ye frowned and raised his voice in dissatisfaction: "Ye Fei, did you hear me?"
This voice finally brought Ye Fei back to his senses from his own thoughts. He slowly raised his head, his distracted eyes wandering for a few seconds before finally focusing on Ye's father.
"Your brother sees that it's too hard for you to manage the company alone, so he wants to share some of the burden with you. Everyone makes mistakes, and I've already taught him a lesson," Father Ye picked up the phone and squinted his presbyopic eyes to carefully read the date on it. "Today is the 18th. Let's solve this matter this month, okay?"
The room was quiet for a while. Just when Ye's father couldn't help but want to speak again, Ye Fei suddenly asked a completely unrelated question: "What day did you say today?"
"eighteen."
"What month?"
Father Ye was stunned for a moment, and said unhappily: "What month could it be? May 18th!"
May 18th, late spring and early summer.
But he clearly remembered that it was winter now, and there was a once-in-a-century snowfall the day before, so much so that various TV stations were reporting on it.
Ye Fei's gaze moved away from her father's outdated fingerprint-locked mobile phone, swept across the clusters of blooming lilac flowers outside the window, and finally stopped on the back of her own white hand without any pinholes or bruises.
He took a deep breath, calmed his pounding heart, closed his eyes and opened them again, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he slowly stood up.
There was no feeling of weakness or falling, and the strong legs supported the entire body, standing firmly on the ground.
Ye Fei leaned against the wine cabinet, feeling the slight pain from the hardwood partition on his back, and suddenly smiled.
Half a month after being diagnosed with ALS and a week after being paralyzed in bed, he returned to two years ago, when he was 24 years old.
The scene before him was extremely familiar; it was the scene where Ye Yao got into trouble for the first time.
The Ye family runs a small film and television company. Four months ago, Ye Yao ignored Ye Fei's repeated persuasion and took advantage of Ye Fei's business trip to invest in a costume drama that was said to be 100% sure to be a hit.
Who knew that the whole project was actually a mess, and the more than 20 million yuan he invested was squandered not long after filming started.
Ye Yao is now in a dilemma. Continuing to invest is like using money to fill a bottomless pit. If you withdraw from this, then all the money you spent before will be wasted.
As usual, Ye's father naturally asked Ye Fei to clean up the mess for his beloved little son.
Seeing that Ye Fei didn't answer for a long time, Ye's father threw the phone away angrily: "Why, you are still not happy?"
He had far less patience with his eldest son than he did with his youngest. He scolded him fiercely, "Do you think you did nothing wrong in this matter? I asked you to teach A Yao well, but what did you do? What did you teach him?!"
He looked at Ye Fei's face that looked exactly like his deceased wife, and felt a pang of distress. He turned away and said coldly, "Get the money back as soon as possible, and I won't bother with you."
Ye Fei sneered, his face full of mockery.
But in just a few minutes, all the rigid and serious energy in him disappeared completely. He leaned lazily against the wine cabinet, pulled off his tightly tied tie, and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.
Seeing this, Ye's father thought he was very angry. Although he was impatient, he still slowed down his tone and coaxed him: "I know your ability. I will definitely get it done before the end of the month."
After a pause, he deliberately added, "You don't want your brother to be devastated by this, do you?"
He knew his son.
Knowing how important family and kinship are to him, even though Ye Yao is not born to the same mother, Ye Fei has loved him just as much since he was a child.
He didn't believe that Ye Fei would let it go this time.
Ye's father winked at Ye Yao, who immediately understood what he meant. He hugged Ye Fei's arm and shook it: "I didn't mean it. I just wanted to make some achievements to show those who look down on me. Brother, I was wrong. Please forgive me, please forgive me..."
He is young, and it is easy for people to feel soft-hearted because of his obedient and begging attitude. This is how Ye Fei was deceived in her previous life, and she worked hard to help him clean up the mess.
But Ye Fei will never do that again in this life.
He will never forget the looks on the faces of his so-called family members after he fell ill.
They discharged him from the hospital after he became paralyzed, claiming that ALS was a terminal illness and that treatment was a waste of money. They then imprisoned him in a small room and ignored him.
The biological father was busy contacting various insurance companies to make claims, while the younger brother, whom he protected in every way, couldn't wait to start calculating what he could buy with the money.
No one asked him whether he was in pain or comfortable. Everyone was hoping to exchange his illness for money.
Those were the most desperate and humiliating seven days in Ye Fei’s life. He tried to escape countless times and even prayed for death, but he was so weak that he couldn't even lift a finger, let alone commit suicide.
He was ready for an ugly death, but he never expected that after drinking a glass of milk, he would go back to the time two years ago.
At this time, he was still very healthy and was still working diligently for the Ye family.
"Brother," Ye Fei did not comfort him softly as usual. Ye Yao felt uneasy for some reason. He leaned over to him flatteringly, "I promise this is the last time."
Looking closely, Ye Fei's face was not only flawless, but even more perfect. Ye Yao thought about the experience of people comparing him to Ye Fei since he was a child. He lowered his eyes to hide the darkness in his eyes and tried to maintain his image as a good brother: "Don't be angry, okay?"
Ye Fei had no intention of wasting time watching him act, so she coldly pulled her arm out of his hand.
His ALS was inherited from his mother. For a disease like this that is in the genes, there is no way to prevent it even if you know about it in advance. But Ye Fei did not feel depressed. Being able to start over again and make up for his regrets, even if he could only live two more years, was already God's favor.
In his previous life, he worked very hard for the Ye family and put all his energy into work, and his life was very boring. Not to mention the taste of meat, he has never even had a love life.
In this life...
Ye Fei smiled cynically and said, "Fuck work!" Fuck the Ye family! He only has two years left to live, so why is he struggling? After leaving this door and solving all the problems, the first thing he wants to do is find someone with a big penis and good sex skills to have some fun!
"You still say you love me," Ye Yao was unwilling to admit that he was not as good as Ye Fei. It was already his limit to hold back his temper and humbly admit his mistakes to him. Seeing that Ye Fei was still not responding, he immediately became angry and said, "You won't even help with such a small matter!"
He paused, stiffened his neck and said, "If they were born from the same mother, it wouldn't be like this."
Father Ye slammed the table and glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about."
But he didn't scold his younger son much, instead he directed his fire at Ye Fei: "Look at what you've done to your brother. What? Now that you've grown wings, are you planning to turn your back on him?"
Father Ye sneered: "I'm telling you, I have the final say in the Ye family now. At the company, if I say one word, you'll have to pack up and leave!"
Ye Fei sat back on the sofa.
He no longer sat in a rigid and upright posture, but leaned against the sofa cushion with his long legs crossed. He looked at Father Ye with his chin slightly raised, and said sarcastically, "What sweet dream are you having?"
The Ye family’s entertainment company is called Dingyuan. It has suffered continuous losses in recent years and was once on the verge of bankruptcy and liquidation. If Ye Fei had not taken over and turned the tide, Ye's father and Ye Yao, the two hindrances, would have been beaten to death on the beach.
It can be said that everyone in the Ye family is now supported by Ye Fei.
"What did you say?" Father Ye looked at Ye Fei in shock, unable to believe that his eldest son, who had always been well-behaved and obedient, would say such a thing.
"Are you angry?" Ye Fei smiled and waved to Ye Yao who was also stunned. "Come here, I will teach you a word."
Ye Yao walked over subconsciously: "What?"
Ye Fei spat out four words: "Impotent rage."
Although Father Ye didn't understand Internet slang, he could guess the meaning of the word. He was so angry that his face turned blue: "Little bastard, what did you say?!"
"Look," Ye Fei sneered, "Now it's double the powerlessness and rage."
"You——" Father Ye picked up the teapot lid and was about to hit him. At this moment, Ye Fei suddenly said, "It's not impossible for me to take care of this matter."
Father Ye paused for a moment. He put down the teapot lid awkwardly without saying anything, but he felt greatly relieved in his heart.
The more than 20 million that Ye Yao threw out accounted for almost half of the company's liquid funds. If Ye Fei is determined not to help, something serious will happen.
Thinking of this, Father Ye couldn't help but reveal a hint of pride on his face.
He has been brainwashing Ye Fei day after day since he was a child. Looking back today, I realize that more than ten years of hard work have not been in vain.
No matter how angry you are, you still have to work hard for your family.
Father Ye picked up the teacup, blew on the tea leaves floating on the water, and took a sip comfortably.
"Then why are you still here? Go to the company!"
"Don't be impatient," Ye Fei's eyes swept over Ye's father and Ye Yao one by one, squinting and saying, "As the saying goes, whoever gives birth to a child is responsible for it. Since you guys are pushing this matter to me..."
He lifted his eyelids and looked at Ye Yao, whose face was still angry, and chuckled: "Come on, dear son, call me dad first."
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