Chapter 244: My Love
"Aunt He, what's wrong with you, ding-dong?"
He Zhi ran downstairs angrily. She was so angry that she had no place to vent it. When she heard the clanging sounds downstairs, she became even more annoyed.
Aunt He was bending over and changing the sofa covers. When she heard He Zhiyu's criticism, she carefully explained, "Miss He, Madam said that there would be distinguished guests coming today, so she asked me to clean up well."
"Distinguished guest? What kind of distinguished guest is worth such a big fuss? You are not allowed to change him."
Before He Zhiyu could finish her words, she was interrupted by He's mother in the kitchen: "What nonsense are you talking about."
"The distinguished guest coming to our house today is from the capital."
"Your grandfather mentioned him before, and his words were full of praise."
Mother He said, frowning as she looked at He Zhiyu's clothes, "Go, put on the cheongsam you made last time. It will make you look more dignified and leave a good impression on others."
"Mom, could you please stop being so attentive?"
"You shouldn't show off now when it's your turn. Dressing nicely is also a way to give your grandfather some face."
He's mother urged him to change his clothes, fearing that He Zhiyu would not agree to go upstairs.
Mother He now felt that what Zhishu He said before was not without reason.
She spoiled her daughter too much, and she has been spoiled and willful since she was young.
If she followed the old man's advice and married He Zhishu, they would all be a family and she would be able to rest assured.
But He Zhishu actually dared to refuse. Mother He got angry when she thought about it.
Who did he think he was? He was just an adopted son of the He family. He was not even a real member of the He family. He became arrogant after studying for a few years.
Her daughter is beautiful and has a good family background, so she won't end up hanging on this tree.
He's mother now focuses all her attention on the young talent from the capital.
If he had taken a fancy to Xiaoyu, there would be no point for He Zhishu.
At first, He Zhiyu secretly wondered if her mother had reached menopause. First, she stopped her in the hospital ward and refused to let her pick a fight with Xu Xiaoyue. Now, because someone came from the capital, she forced her to change into a cheongsam.
It's December now, who would still wear a cheongsam with exposed legs?
He came from the capital and was someone her grandfather knew. I'm afraid he wasn't a young talent, more like an old man.
He Zhiyu didn't expect that he would be slapped in the face soon.
The man was wearing a jacket. Perhaps he felt it was too hot in the room, so he took off the jacket, revealing the white shirt underneath.
The thin shirt couldn't cover anything at all, but instead made the muscle lines underneath the clothes more obvious.
With a height of 1.88 meters, he can give people a sense of oppression even when he is sitting on the sofa. His eyes are cold and his eyebrows are as dark as painted. He does not look like the popular pretty boys on TV. Instead, he has a bit more coldness and hardness.
He looks cold and seems very difficult to approach.
He Zhiyu initially planned to show up, but he went upstairs to rest on the pretext of feeling unwell.
This time she didn't leave, but brought out a plate of cut fruit from the kitchen and placed it on the coffee table, deliberately showing her snow-white arms.
She sat upright, glanced at the man beside her, and said softly, "I don't know what kind of fruit you like to eat, so I cut some of them."
Yan Ye nodded indifferently.
He Zhiyu thought he would take a look at her, or take the initiative to talk to her, but she didn't expect him to still be extremely cold.
He Zhiyu pursed her lips and said, "I haven't asked your name yet. My name is He Zhiyu."
When she spoke, she deliberately lowered her voice, and with her delicate and soft face, she looked innocent. She quietly moved her buttocks and leaned towards the man.
The smell of artificial perfume coming from the woman suddenly rushed into Yan Ye's nostrils.
Yan Ye suppressed his impatience and introduced himself with two extremely concise words.
"Yan Ye."
As he spoke, his body subconsciously moved to the side, putting some distance between him and the woman.
"Yan Ye, your name is so special."
He Zhiyu repeated it quietly in her mouth, then reached out and handed the fruit plate on the coffee table to the man.
"Why don't you eat it? Don't you like it?"
As she spoke, she picked up a toothpick from the table and poked a piece of apple.
"The fruit is very sweet this year. Would you like to try some?"
Yan Ye stood up, his jawline tense, and looked at the woman with eyes as cold as ice that could not be melted.
"Ms. He, I don't like eating fruit."
If he hadn't already entered the He family, leaving now would seem a bit disrespectful to Mr. He. Yan Ye really wanted to turn around and leave.
Could it be that he has a face that is so philandering and promiscuous that any woman would throw herself at him?
If this is true, Yan Ye would rather Xu Xiaoyue be closer to him and not resist him so much.
Every time others see him, they look as if they want to get away from him immediately.
Thinking about the fact that he hasn't found a wife yet, Yan Ye's already gloomy face now looks even more gloomy.
He Zhiyu's hand holding the apple was still in the air, and it was not right to put it down or hold it up.
She was ruthlessly humiliated by the man. He Zhiyu was angry and the wound on the back of her head only hurt more.
She shook her hand and was about to leave, but when she turned around, she saw He's mother staring at her in the kitchen, with warning eyes.
He Zhengguo also had some little ideas in mind. He could eat anywhere, even in the army canteen, and he could pay a chef to prepare some delicious dishes.
He brought the person home specifically because he wanted the two young people to get along with each other.
If he really likes him, it would be a great deal for the He family to have such a promising son-in-law.
However, Yan Ye had never even glanced at He Zhiyu since he entered the door, and his coldness and aloofness were just to maintain politeness on the surface.
Seeing that Yan Ye's patience had reached its limit, He Zhengguo poured him a cup of tea at the right time.
"You came here in such a hurry this time. Is there any task from above?"
The distance between the capital and the port city is not short, and they are soldiers and cannot go out easily. They have been invited several times before but they didn't come.
Yan Ye took the tea, took a sip, and said calmly: "I have a personal matter, and I may need your help, old man."
Yan Ye didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "It's my lover. She got angry and ran away from home."
"Are you married?"
Two words were spoken in unison.
He Zhengguo didn't expect that after only two years of not seeing each other, this guy actually got married.
He still remembered that when he said he would introduce a partner to men, Yan Ye tried to avoid him. Now that they are married, not only does he not mention it, but he keeps calling her "lover". It sounds sticky and not like a man at all.
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