"Misunderstanding?" Ye Wuhen sneered, as if he had heard some huge joke.
The assistant knew that he didn't believe it, but even so, he wanted to tell him what the president had done for him.
He said with a firm look in his eyes: "Before, the president may have ignored you because of some things. But since he came back to take over Yeshi, you are more important than anything else to him."
Hearing the assistant's words, the sneer on Ye Wuhen's lips deepened.
He opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Jiang Yueyang who tugged at his clothes.
The assistant continued, "In order to go against the president, you deliberately skipped classes, picked fights with others, and sent people to the hospital several times.
But do you really think that the Ye family is omnipotent and everyone is afraid of the Ye family and dares not seek justice for themselves?"
Ye Wuhen remained silent, and the others present also listened quietly.
The assistant looked at him firmly, "It was the president who came to apologize one by one and asked them not to hold you responsible!"
Ye Wuhen's hands unconsciously clenched, his eyes wavered for a moment, but soon returned to indifference, "So what? Doesn't he think it's too late?"
The assistant did not respond to his words, but looked at him with compassion, "After the car accident not long ago, you must feel that the president has chosen someone else again, right?"
“Isn’t it?” Ye Wuhen’s hatred overflowed from his eyes, “I’m about to die, and he didn’t even show up.”
The assistant shook his head. "No, the president heard about your car accident and immediately dropped everything and rushed from Kyoto. However, he got into a car accident on the way to the airport and fell into a deep coma. He didn't wake up until you were discharged from the hospital."
Ye Wuhen's body shook slightly and he shook his head slowly, his eyes full of disbelief.
He murmured, "No... Impossible..."
Jiang Yueyang didn't know what to say, so she could only reach out to support him and give him strength.
"You are the president's son. If you don't believe me, you can go to the hospital and ask to see your medical records."
Ye Wuhen lowered his eyes and said nothing. He knew that there was no need for the man in front of him to deceive him with such things.
But...why?
"When the president woke up, the first thing he asked was if you were okay. He was relieved to know that you were safe. But he had a head injury from the car accident and was suffering from frequent headaches."
The assistant looked at him closely and continued, "Today, the president came to the event happily, but suddenly fainted on the way here.
Before he fell into coma, he still forced himself to tell me to make sure to deliver the flowers to you.
Mr. Xiaoye, the president... loves you very much."
After saying these words, the assistant looked at Ye Wuhen, pondered for a moment, bowed slightly to him, and then turned and left.
Ye Wuhen lowered his eyes and looked at the bouquet of flowers on the ground. His eyes were dull and lifeless, and the words that his assistant had said kept echoing in his mind.
After a while, he laughed at himself.
Grandpa Jiang couldn't help but said, "Young man Ye, no matter what, your father is unconscious, you should..."
"Grandpa." Jiang Yueyang shook her head at him.
It is best for outsiders not to interfere in the affairs between father and son.
Whether Ye Wuhen should go to the hospital should be decided by himself, and it is best for him to decide!
Grandpa Jiang understood the look in his granddaughter's eyes and realized that he had just crossed the line, so he shut his mouth.
At this time, the squad leader called everyone over to take a group photo.
Jiang Yueyang picked up the bouquet on the ground, pulled Ye Wuhen's sleeve, and said softly: "Let's go over and take a picture."
After saying that, she waited for a while and then reached out to pull him, and with a gentle tug she pulled him away.
He was like a puppet, being pulled by her obediently.
When taking pictures, everyone was smiling brightly, except Ye Wuhen, who had a dull expression, as if he had lost his soul.
After taking the photos, Jiang Yueyang stayed with Ye Wuhen, and the two of them sat quietly on a bench beside the playground.
Ye Wuhen remained silent, looking at the family of three not far away with empty eyes.
After a long time, he slowly spoke: "He said... he loves me. Jiang Yueyang... is what he said... true?"
Jiang Yueyang looked ahead and replied gently, "I don't know. You have to ask your own heart. I believe it will tell you the answer."
After this, there was another long period of silence.
Ye Wuhen didn't say another word until they returned home after school.
Jiang Yueyang reached out and grabbed Ye Wuhen who was entering the door password. After he looked over, she put the bouquet in her hand into his arms.
She smiled at him, without saying a word, turned around, opened the door, and went back to her home.
Ye Wuhen stood there holding the bouquet, his eyes fixed on the beautiful flowers, but his thoughts drifted far away.
The hatred in my heart towards my father was further confused by the assistant's words.
He is not the original owner, so he doesn't know whether he should let it go for the original owner.
As for himself, he didn't know whether he should still hate him...
Jiang Yueyang looked through the peephole on the door and kept looking at Ye Wuhen who was standing at the door until he opened the door and went in.
She sighed, feeling a little regretful.
Ye Wuhen walked into the room holding flowers, placed them next to the photo frame, and lay down on the bed.
He closed his eyes, and his mind kept emerging with every detail of their family life when his mother was still alive.
As time passed, night fell quietly.
Ye Wuhen slowly opened his eyes, looked deeply at his mother in the photo frame, and finally stood up and left.
Jiang Yueyang, who was just about to go over to accompany him, heard the door open and quickly leaned over the peephole.
Seeing him go out, she couldn't help but smile.
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The hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
Ye Wuhen stood at the door of the ward holding a bouquet of flowers, but he didn't knock or go in.
He stood there for a long time, and finally put down the bouquet and left.
The nurse passed by him and saw the bouquet of flowers on the stool and looked at him puzzledly.
Then the nurse picked up the bouquet and walked into the ward.
The man in the hospital bed saw the nurse bring in his wife's favorite white freesia and couldn't help but say, "This flower is so beautiful."
"This flower was placed at the door by a young man." The nurse placed the flower on the bedside table. "It should be for you, Mr. Ye."
A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and he asked hurriedly: "What does the boy look like?"
The nurse thought for a moment and said, "I didn't see what he looked like, but I recognize the school uniform he was wearing. It was from North City No. 1 Middle School."
Hearing this, the man immediately confirmed that the boy the nurse was talking about was his son, and couldn't help but smile.
After that, although the father and son did not talk it out face to face, their relationship eased a lot.
Whenever the man had time, he would go to Ye Wuhen's place to sit for a while, or cook something for him himself.
Ye Wuhen was no longer full of thorns when facing him, and the father and son got along with each other tacitly.
In a blink of an eye, the day of the college entrance examination has arrived.
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