Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

In June, Sioux City ushered in the rainy season, the weather was hot and humid, and sunny days were rare.

In the evening, the sun rarely came out, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the wet concrete floor, covering it with a layer of fine light.

"Miss Ye, are you off work?"

A white car arrived at the gate of the Suzhou Embroidery Research Institute, and the security master in the post booth greeted the beauty in the car.

Through the slid down car window, Ye Mian smiled and said, "Well, I'm off work, pick up the kids!"

In the three or four months since she came to the Institute, she has gotten along well with her colleagues here and there, and everyone has taken good care of her, and she has also integrated into the group.

At 4:20, she arrived at the entrance of an international bilingual kindergarten on time. A group of preschool children were led out of the school by the teacher. From a distance, Ye Mian saw her baby, Qiao Qiao.

Like the other children, Qiao Qiao wore uniform orange cropped pants, a white T-shirt with an orange logo, and a high ponytail.

"mom!"

Unlike ordinary children, when they saw their parents, they threw themselves into their arms enthusiastically. Qiao Qiao walked up to her calmly and took her hand.

"Let's go home." Jojo said in an adult tone.

Ye Mian raised her lips, who is the parent?

She greeted the teacher with a raised voice, and walked to the parking lot with Qiao Qiao.

She was dressed in an ancient cheongsam, her hair was in a bun, her skin was fair, and she wore a jadeite bracelet made of glass on her wrist. She was a beautiful sight among the crowd.

Rumor has it that this beauty is single, with a child alone.

Half an hour later, the mother and daughter returned to their home in the ancient city. It was a small Soviet-style villa with a yard. This villa was bought after she decided to settle in Suzhou City three or four months ago.

Not long after returning home, Xu Mobai's family of three came as guests, carrying a cage of hairy crabs.

Although the hairy crabs in June are small in size, they have undergone the first moult, which is the most tender and delicious time, suitable for making noodle crabs.

Ye Mian took a good bite.

When Xu Mobai came to her place, he never regarded himself as an outsider, put on an apron, and cooked for himself.

His wife, He Qianqian, and Ye Mian were good friends. The two women were busy trimming and watering the flowers in the small garden, chatting while busy, while Qiao Qiao and Nuan Nuan were roller skating in the open space.

At dinner time, an Eight Immortals table was set up in the yard, and the five of them ate dinner outside.

This scene reminded Ye Mian of when she was a child, in summer, she often ate in the courtyard, and it was getting dark so that she could enjoy the cool air.

Every time Xu Mobai saw Ye Mian relaxed and happy, and in a very good state of mind, he felt relieved and helpless.

He also had to admire Qiao Zhanbei, saying that when he disappeared, he really disappeared without a trace.

The president of a listed group, he left the country and retreated into seclusion, donating most of his personal assets to the society and charity organizations, hiding his merit and fame.

Besides, how did he bear the thought of his wife and daughter?

Perhaps, at this very moment, he is in a certain corner of the world, missing their mother and daughter crazily.

He never dared to mention Qiao Zhanbei in front of Ye Mian, for fear of stimulating her hatred and affecting her mood.

At night, when Qiao Qiao fell asleep, Ye Mian put the picture book back on the picture book shelf, she shook her sore and stiff neck while walking, and her cervical spondylosis happened again.

She took out the plaster from the medicine box, tore it open, and a strong and pungent medicinal smell permeated the air. She lowered her head and found the place to stick the plaster based on her feeling.

"I'll do it." A magnetic male voice came from the back of his neck.

Her heart trembled and her throat choked inexplicably.

No one took the plaster in her hand for a long time, and her arms were numb with discomfort, she regained her senses and applied it casually.

It is memory.

Immediately afterwards, the image of the man choking her neck and demanding anything from her hit her, a surge of hatred welled up in her heart, she took a deep breath, remained aware, and suppressed this strong emotion.

She would often be like this, she would be okay if she didn't think of him, but when she thought of him, she would love and hate, emotionally agitated, and restless.

So, don't think about it.

She also understood that her friends also deliberately avoided mentioning this person in front of her.

After lying down, she hugged Qiao Qiao's warm little body to fill the empty feeling in her heart.

……

Hospital, VIP ward.

On the hospital bed, the teenager who had been unconscious for several months slowly opened his eyes.

There was a white ceiling in front of him. Gradually, he smelled the smell of disinfectant and understood that he was in the hospital.

The consciousness came back, and the memory flooded him like a tide.

His name is Jiang Xun.

He is a schizophrenic, dual personality.

However, the second personality has been killed by him, and he was also seriously injured during the fight with the second personality Jiang Lin.

He is not dead?

"Master..." Jiang Xun turned his black and white eyes and looked around.

"Hey, Young Master Jiang, you're awake!" Auntie Wu, the nanny of Qiao's family who had been staying here to take care of him, said excitedly when she saw Jiang Xun opened her eyes.

Qiao Zhanbei specially arranged for her to come and take care of Jiang Xun half a year ago.

After Aunt Wu rang the call bell, doctors and nurses rushed in to do various examinations for him.

Apart from being weak after lying down for too long, Jiang Xun was in good health.

In the ward, the young man was leaning against the head of the bed. His handsome cheeks were pale and thin. Under his thick bangs, a pair of obsidian-like eyes looked like stars.

"Auntie, my master and master, are they remarried now? Are they living happily?" Jiang Xun asked eagerly as soon as the doctors and nurses left.

I felt a little uneasy in my heart, and some vague pictures appeared in my mind.

Aunt Wu sighed and told him about Ye Mian and Qiao Zhanbei.

The master and the master were forced to separate, they love each other so much, the master actually hates the master, and the master is missing now...

Jiang Xun lowered his head, recalling Jiang Lin's words before his death, he said, Master and Master will not be happy.

The boy shook his drowsy head vigorously, and gradually, he remembered something.

"Auntie, I'm going to my master!" After Jiang Xun finished speaking, he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

Before he could stand still, he became dizzy and fell down on the hospital bed again. He lay there for more than half a year, and he was very weak.

……

In the embroidery room, Ye Mian was sitting in front of the embroidery frame, the embroidery needles at her fingertips deftly shuttled across the translucent tulle embroidery cloth, she lowered her head, her expression concentrated and serious.

She was wearing a cheongsam, her hair was tied up in a bun, and she exuded a layer of warm light all over her body.

Jiang Xun stood at the door, looked at her, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

Inadvertently, Ye Mian felt someone was at the door, she raised her eyes and looked over——

In the brightly lit door space, the boy was wearing a white shirt and jeans, looking at himself with a smile.

Ye Mian's eyes became hot, she put down her needle and thread, stood up, and smiled knowingly, "It's Xiao Xun..."

Jiang Xun, her apprentice.

"Master..." Jiang Xun's Adam's apple rolled, he took a step, was supported by Aunt Wu who followed, and walked into the embroidery room.

Ye Mian stepped forward to meet him, stood still in front of him, and looked at him carefully, with maternal love in her eyes.

His face was still sickly pale, and he was also very weak, as thin as a piece of paper, which made people feel distressed.

"Xiao Xun, when did you wake up? Before I came to Suzhou City, I visited you, and the doctor said that you have little hope of waking up."

"I just woke up last night, maybe you and Master didn't let me worry too much..." Jiang Xun said with a smile, with a little helplessness in his tone.

Thinking of what happened to them in the past six months, his heart still hurts.

Fortunately, he woke up and integrated Jiang Lin's memory.

Ye Mian realized who "Master" was referring to, she frowned slightly, and couldn't help clenching her hands.