"I understand what you're worried about, Yan Yan. Trust me, I'll handle everything and won't let you have any worries."
His low, gentle words carried a serious tone and a strong sense of possessiveness.
Six years later, at 9:30 a.m. during breakfast, Ye Minghan fed Yan Yan and then went alone in his wheelchair to the study of Marshal Ye in the main house.
Marshal Ye, who was reviewing military documents, saw his only son wheelchair enter the study. He squinted in surprise, his eyes filled with confusion.
For the past 24 years, apart from him seeking her out, his Han'er has never come to his study on her own initiative, let alone now that it's not even ten o'clock.
As far as he knew, his son had been unable to get up in the morning for nearly ten years, and usually after breakfast, he would go to the lakeside to enjoy the scenery with his little girl.
What wind blew today?
She actually took the initiative to come to him?
Before Commander Ye could even ask, Ye Minghan positioned his wheelchair in front of the desk, cut to the chase, and spoke in a cold, emotionless voice:
"I am unable to have children."
"!"
Just as Commander Ye put down his pen, he heard those five words, as hardcore as a cannonball.
He was stunned for a long time, wondering what his Han'er had just said.
Infertility?
Was he hallucinating?
How could Han'er, who is physically disabled, suddenly become unable to have children?
What about his soft and cuddly grandson?
It vanished without a trace?
Ignoring Commander Ye's distraction, Ye Minghan continued to utter words as cold as ice.
"I will only have Yan Yan as my wife in my life."
"!!!"
General Ye, who had originally planned to help his son take eighteen concubines, once again froze as solid as a rock.
Several seconds passed before he regained his ability to speak and cautiously addressed his son, whose momentum was even stronger than his own:
"Han'er, I will go find a miracle doctor right now. He will definitely be able to cure you."
"And... well, Han'er, there are many beauties in the world, we can't just..."
Before Commander Ye could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Han'er's cold voice.
"I know my body very well, so there's no need to worry about it."
After saying this, Ye Minghan tapped the wooden armrest of the wheelchair lightly with his slender fingers, making a clear, crisp sound.
He paused for two seconds, then continued in a cold voice:
"You don't need to tell me about what happens in your backyard."
The implication is that if the father is reluctant to part with all the beauties in the world, he can bring them in, but he shouldn't extend his reach into his own home, let alone try to interfere in his affairs.
After hearing these two sentences, Commander Ye's expression was very complicated. His son had grown up and no longer needed him as a father. Suddenly, he felt a sense of sadness.
Although his Han'er has been very sensible since childhood and has never needed his help as her father, he would never have so clearly rejected her before.
Sure enough, once he has a wife, he forgets his father.
General Ye's heart has been replaced by a sour lemon.
He suddenly wanted to see what kind of charm the little maid in his son's yard possessed that made his emotionally detached son value her so much.
But he kept a close watch on his Han'er, and in the past ten years, he had not stepped into his courtyard.
It's not that he didn't want to go, it's that his son wouldn't let him in!
There was even a combination lock at the entrance to the courtyard, and the surrounding walls were rebuilt and raised by three meters!
It has been built into an impenetrable cage.
It's like trying to lock her up.
Upon recalling these events, Commander Ye immediately understood!
He gradually realized that his son must have been eyeing that little maid all along.
So? It wasn't that the maid schemed to get the position, but rather that his Han'er had long harbored desires for her?
As General Ye pondered this, he secretly cast a glance at his son, who was already in his wheelchair and preparing to leave the study.
Suddenly, he realized that his Han'er... had poor taste.
He was already wondering to himself: Is it because his son hasn't seen enough girls that he has a problem with his aesthetic sense?
The Ye family is holding a banquet tomorrow. We can give them a hint so that all the other prominent families will bring their daughters who are ready to be married.
By then, the banquet will be a riot of color, and his Han'er will have seen many beauties, which might even improve his aesthetic sense.
The more Commander Ye thought about it, the more feasible the method seemed. The next moment, he pressed the bell on the corner of the table and let Zhang, the adjutant, in.
Ye Minghan had already left the study and was now gliding his wheelchair along the clean, tree-lined path.
Upon seeing this, Deputy Officer Yang, who was waiting at the entrance of the main house, immediately went to the back of the wheelchair, took the handle, and pushed it forward.
Just then, a series of cars drove into the Ye family mansion.
After the car came to a complete stop, a number of elegantly dressed young ladies from prominent families gracefully alighted from the back seats one by one.
Most of them were wearing cheongsams that accentuated their figures, and those graceful and charming girls gathered on the tree-lined path.
When they saw the man in the black shirt sitting in the wheelchair, their hearts, which were initially unwilling, suddenly started beating faster and faster.
For a fleeting moment, the girls with lightly applied makeup mistook them for celestial beings.
Those captivatingly beautiful features easily inspire a fierce, moth-to-a-flame mentality, making one want to possess him at all costs.
Suddenly blocked in his way, Ye Minghan felt intense disgust in his eyes, especially the strong chemical scent of perfume that wafted into his nostrils, which made him want to vomit.
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