"Okay, let's go then."
Chief of Staff Ye's idea was simple: if his wife went, he would go too.
However, I was still quite surprised, as if my wife had suddenly undergone a significant change.
Did she not seem to object to being addressed just now?
Thinking of these things, Chief of Staff Ye became uncontrollably excited, and his eyes revealed undisguised joy.
Ye Yuechen's lowered eyebrows twitched: Jin'er?
If I heard correctly, that's what my father called Aunt Zheng just now, right?
But isn't Aunt Zheng's name Zheng Hesui?
Jin'er, that's her biological mother's name!
Was it a wrong name or...?
To be honest, there really aren't any fools in the Ye family. Even Ye the Second, although a bit of a playboy, has managed to remain untouched by countless women over the years and hasn't been schemed against by any of them, which is enough to prove that he's a smart man.
Ye Yuechen's suspicions had already begun, because when he first met Aunt Zheng, he had an incredibly familiar feeling, which was one of the few memories he had left from before he was three years old. Ye Yuechen had been racking his brains over this question ever since.
If memory can be wrong, surely the body can't?
Could it be... that this Aunt Zheng is not the same Aunt Zheng as before?
Instead?
No, no, how could that be?
As an atheist, Young Master Ye still couldn't accept this sudden idea.
It's not like a movie, it's not that mysterious.
But there are many mysterious things in the world, and all sorts of things that cannot be explained by science happen all the time.
Ye Wanying had been keeping an eye on her older brother out of the corner of her eye, so she noticed all the struggles, confirmations, and shakes of his head on his face, and couldn't help but sigh.
"Let's go, or they might seal the coffin over there."
Once the body is sealed in the coffin, it will only be opened during cremation, at which point the family will not be able to see it.
Chief of Staff Ye was quite straightforward. He picked up his military cap from the table and then unceremoniously grabbed his mother's wrist:
"Walk."
cough.
Seeing this, Ye Wanying couldn't help but cough: "Dad, you'll get beaten up for acting like a hooligan in public like this."
Sure enough, as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Chief of Staff Ye received a resounding slap across the face from the woman.
Snap!
This immediately drew the attention of everyone in the corridor, and the eyes of everyone around the headquarters seemed to pop out of their sockets.
Wait, if I didn't see wrong, the cold-blooded killer got beaten up?
Or was he slapped by a woman?
Holy crap, who is this woman?
You dare to challenge the cold-faced killer? You're asking for trouble!
However, when everyone looked over again, they were almost kneeling down in shock, not just fright!
Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!
Is the cold-faced killer smiling?
Still laughing?
He was hit and he's still laughing?
Shouldn't they have just slapped him to death?
Bah! If you kill him, where will you find a wife? Do you think everyone is a bunch of lousy old men?
Ye Wanying, holding her husband's hand with one hand and her brother's hand with the other, quickly took a few steps back:
"Sigh, don't look at what you shouldn't look at, don't look at what you shouldn't look at, we won't eat this dog food."
Dog food?
Well, that's quite a vivid description.
Ye Yuechen glanced deeply at her father and Aunt Zheng in front of her.
"Brother, do you think it would be a good match for them to be together?"
The question was asked tactfully, without explicitly stating the answer.
Whether it's suitable or not isn't up to me to decide.
When two people are together, only the two of them truly know how things are going. It's like buying shoes; only the wearer knows if they fit. What others say doesn't matter.
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