The Villainess is Three and a Half Years Old

“Mr. Ye, Qinghe and Ye Ya are waiting for you in the living room…”

Seeing him coming out, Assistant He, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly followed up, “I have already contacted the bodyguards, and they are already looking for Ziyu again.”

“You don’t have to call me Mr. Ye with respect anymore.” His eyebrows were cold, and he seemed to be joking carelessly when he said this.

Assistant He was startled and stopped abruptly, “What?”

There was no one beside them. Ye Linchuan grabbed Assistant He, leaned into his ear and whispered in a very shallow voice, “Help me keep an eye on Zhao Jiaming.” After speaking, he patted Assistant He on the shoulder, and turned directly into the living room regardless of his astonished expression.

The living room was spacious and bright, and the green plants dotted in the corners was the only bright color of the entire room.

He stood in front of the door and saw Ye Qinghe and Ye Ya sitting anxiously waiting on the sofa at a glance.

Ye Linchuan tore off his tie and rubbed it into a ball, and put it in his pocket at will, “Let’s go.”

Two figures, one big and one small, both looked over.

“Find Ziyu.”

Ye Qinghe pursed his lower lip, took Ye Ya’s hand and followed his father.

The news of Ye Linchuan’s departure spread to the ears of every employee of the company at the speed of light, and anyone passing by would cast a strange look at Ye Linchuan’s spine was straight under the attention, his expression was deserted, and he was not affected at all, as if he was not in the focus.

“Bro, they are all looking at you.” Ye Ya broke the silence unknowingly.

When the three of them entered the elevator, Ye Linchuan pressed the number and lowered his eyes slightly, “As you wish, I was fired.” He sneered, “Are you satisfied, little monster?”

That look was a bit scary, Ye Ya suddenly hid behind Ye Qinghe, showing only one big eye to look at him secretly.

He was very unwell; even the thick clouds above his head expanded in a circle.

Arriving at the garage, as soon as Ye Linchuan took out the car keys, he was stopped by company personnel who came from behind.

The other party was not standing so straight, obviously afraid of Ye Linchuan, and said timidly, “Mr. Ye, according to…according to the regulations, you can no longer use the company’s vehicles.”

His Mercedes was under the name of the company, and thus was the company’s property.

There was a dark tide in Ye Linchuan’s eyes. The little assistant who was ordered to act was stared at by these vicious eyes and his scalp was numb. Just as he was about to lose it, a string of black keys floated from his eyes and hit the ground. He hurriedly picked it up without saying a word, and hurriedly ran back.

“Father…” Ye Qinghe’s voice was worried.

Ye Linchuan did not respond positively, “we can’t catch up by calling over our car. Let’s take a taxi and go.”

“Okay.” Ye Qinghe tightened Ye Ya, “Dad, are you good?”

Good?

He was good. Couldn’t be better.

Just……

Ye Linchuan stopped and glanced at Ye Ya, and coldly spit out a few words, “You are a calamity.”

The little monster who had always been praised for her luck heard this sentence once again–-she was heartbroken.

She forgot to blink, her clear eyes were full of astonishment, and although she didn’t speak, anyone could see that she was experiencing great sadness.

“Dad! How can you say that to her!” Ye Qinghe was anxious, and bent over to block Ye Ya’s ears, “Why are you angry with a child.”

“Am I wrong?” Ye Linchuan smiled angrily, and all the grievances he had experienced recently erupted at this moment, “Ever since she came, have I had a good day? No!” He bent over and pinched Ye Ya’s cheek, burning fiercely, “Even if you look the same as my daughter, you are just a shoddy replica. Don’t ever expect me to give you a little bit of fatherly love.”

“Dad!” Ye Qinghe patted away Ye Linchuan’s hand, looked at her pinched face distressed, and his tone was stained with crying, “What do you want? If you are unhappy, you release it on Ziyu, and now you are angry with Ye Ya. If you are really dissatisfied and really unhappy, don’t raise us!”

He swallowed sourly, rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform to wipe away the tears gushing out indiscriminately, picked up Ye Ya and walked forward.

“I shouldn’t have come to you…”

He had a long-term expectation of his father, and no matter what, he regarded him as someone he could depend on.

He tolerated his suffering, understood his hardships, and was willing to take on the duties of a parent every time he was away.

But……

Father never thought about it for them, and he never took more than half of his responsibilities.

Ye Qinghe felt suffocated. He quickly went to the corner and squatted down, clutching his chest and panting in pain. Tears slid down his cheeks into his half-opened mouth. He didn’t taste the saltiness, only bitterness.

“Brother?”

Ye Ya’s eyes were horrified. He couldn’t say anything comforting; he wanted to raise his hand to pet her head, but he couldn’t even move his fingertips.

In a moment of great urgency, the white cat reappeared, closed its eyes and breathed into his body, and his body became transparent again as the breath dissipated.

Ye Ya was taken aback, and a thought suddenly appeared.

“Are… Are you Mother?”

The white cat looked at Ye Ya and nodded.

Ye Qinghe’s breathing gradually stabilized, and it didn’t take long for him to recover.

Ye Ya clenched her fists, secretly made up her mind, and asked in a low voice, “You know where Ziyu is, right?”

The white cat nodded again.

“Can you tell me?”

It floated silently in the air, gently pressing its forehead against Ye Ya’s forehead, its gaze penetrated the vast white mist, and Ye Ya saw the familiar shadow at the end of the white mist.

——It’s Ziyu.

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