Ye Lan slowly opened his eyes and calmed down before continuing to read Xiao Yunting's memories.
The childhood that caused him to have a stress reaction was a time when he had no sunlight and had to compete with dogs for food three times a day to survive, while his biological parents had to stand by and watch.
Mr. Xiao Sanye obeyed the woman's orders, and he was also the one who took the initiative to hide the woman, for fear that she would be seen by the more romantic old man and miss the treasure.
The woman who was declared dead tortured Xiao Yunting for several years, until one day a group of people broke into the villa and took the little boy away from the cage.
When he left, the woman was not in the villa.
Ye Lan followed Xiao Yunting's perspective and followed him all the way to an even more magnificent mansion halfway up the mountain.
This is the Xiao family’s old house.
It is also the location of the top wealthy families in the entire imperial capital.
Various villas are lined up on both sides of the winding mountain road surrounding the Xiao family, and those families are also business tycoons.
The Xiao family, surrounded like the moon surrounded by stars, was now hung with white cloth inside and outside.
Mr. Xiao San, who had been secretly meeting his lover a few days ago, has died.
Xiao Yunting, who was only ten years old, was pushed to the front of the mourning hall. He stared at the portrait in a daze, with no sadness or joy on his face.
The old man sat to one side, his old brows furrowed in dissatisfaction, "This is your father. Don't you want to cry when he dies?"
cry?
Xiao Yunting seemed puzzled. He slowly raised his head and smiled, a smile that looked strange and stiff on his pale face. "No, because I'm happy."
If this person dies, then he won't have to go back into the cage.
Pop.
The old man slammed the table and stood up in a rage, and started scolding: "He is indeed an ungrateful wolf raised outside. Throw him out, there is no need for him to guard the body here."
Xiao Yunting was then dragged out.
The entire funeral lasted for three days. He was outside in the wind and sun. Children from other rooms came to laugh at him, thinking that he would be very miserable. They never expected that he would sit under the eaves, eating the food brought by the servants. His stomach was full and he looked very satisfied.
Ye Lan sat beside him, looking at the vast blue sky with him. The laughter, scolding and the servants' rolling eyes around his ears were probably not as important as the food on the little boy's plate, which made him feel satisfied.
Afterwards, Xiao Yunting was taken back to the old house because the third branch had only one bloodline, and the old man had to leave a descendant for his son no matter how much he disliked him.
The past few years in the old house were peaceful. Apart from Xiao Yunting gradually becoming a real man through learning, his talent in learning made the young generations furious and also made the old man gradually look at him with admiration.
As the old man's health grew weaker, he began to turn his attention to his grandchildren, the heirs, and also began to keep Xiao Yunting by his side.
At that time, the fifteen-year-old Xiao Yunting already had a tall and straight figure. The elite training in the big family made him look noble. With a suitable suit, he was a model of a rising star in a noble family wherever he went.
Ye Lan walked beside him, glancing sideways at the high-spirited young man beside him.
His face was still young, his aura was gentle, and he walked with ease, exuding a noble and refined demeanor. He no longer looked like the dirty child locked in a cage.
As Ye Lan watched, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise slightly as the other person walked.
Fifteen-year-old Xiao Yunting is serious and hardworking, with clear goals. With his outstanding talent, he has begun to get involved in the affairs of the Xiao Group. What is commendable is that no matter how successful he is, he remains neither arrogant nor impatient, but calm and composed, so calm that it is frightening.
This made the elders of the uncles' generation feel threatened, and they looked at Xiao Yunting with very unfriendly eyes in private.
On this day, Mr. Xiao was going to select a new executive president at the company's board of directors meeting.
The position of the executive president may not seem high, but in fact he is in charge of all matters inside and outside the group. It is also the most challenging and a good opportunity to train successors.
Everyone smelled it.
Including Xiao Yunting.
On the day of departure, he chose his suit and adjusted his tie with extra care.
Ye Lan looked at the handsome young man in front of him, and his mood was infected and a little bit of an arc appeared.
Suddenly, she noticed the handkerchief on the table and subconsciously reminded him, "Your handkerchief."
But as soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yunting turned around and left the room.
Ye Lan looked at the white handkerchief left behind, and a chill suddenly surged in his heart.
That's right, although she saw Xiao Yunting carrying a handkerchief all day long, the number of times he used it was actually very few.
At this time, he did not have mysophobia.
That means that something more important happened later, which caused him to suffer from a serious illness.
The car drove smoothly on the bustling streets of the imperial capital.
On the way to the company, the young man in the back seat did not relax for a moment. He kept reciting and thinking about his speech. He also knew that this was his chance to climb up.
Ye Lan was a little absent-minded beside him, holding the handkerchief in her hand and looking out the window with her head tilted.
Then she saw a speeding truck heading towards them head-on.
Bang.
Due to the speed and weight, the light luxury car was instantly knocked against the side guardrail.
"Yun Ting, you..."
Ye Lan experienced the collision together. Dizzy, he turned his head to look at the seat next to him. Just as he was about to ask about the other party's condition, he saw that the young man was covered in blood and stuck in the middle of the seat. A large piece of glass pierced his chest and lungs, almost cutting him in half.
"vomit."
The young man was spitting out mouthfuls of blood, and the severe pain made his face as pale as paper, but he still did not give up on saving himself. He moved his fingers with difficulty to try to feel for the mobile phone in his pocket, but unfortunately he failed after several attempts.
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