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The girl in his embrace was still half asleep and still drunk.

Nightingale took off her coat and draped it over the girl's body, then picked her up.

Although there was some distance between him and the main hall, Nightingale could still clearly see who was standing at the entrance.

He turned and prepared to enter the elevator with Pei Qingcheng in his arms.

The sound of high heels came from behind him, as well as the unhappy voice of Madam Ye. "Xia Chen, is that your mother's reaction when you see her?"

"I changed my name a long time ago." Nightingale did not look back.

Looking at her son's tall and straight back, Madam was filled with happiness. However, she soon saw a person in her son's arms, and quickly walked forward to see Pei Qingcheng in her son's arms.

"It really is this woman!" Madam Ye frowned, her pretty eyebrows knitting into a frown. "The rumors outside are really true. Did she say something when she came back from the dead?"

Nightingale pulled the girl into her arms and hugged her, but she still remained expressionless. "I fell asleep. Mom, please lower your voice."

"Xia Chen, you." Madam Ye was furious.

She didn't like Pei Qingcheng, she didn't like her at all.

She knew that Pei Qingcheng was Yin Ha's fiancee, and she also knew why her son had almost died three years ago.

Therefore, two years ago, when Ye Wen insisted on marrying Pei Qingcheng, Madam Ye was determined to reject him.

However, no matter who objected, it was useless. No one could control Nightmare.

On the day of their wedding, the members of the Ye Family were not present at all.

His son built a dream for this woman who did not love him.

In her eyes, it was just a prison her son had built for her.

For the past two years, he had been locked here. If it wasn't a cage, then what was it?

He had originally thought that as time went by, it would be fine even if the two of them didn't have any interaction with each other.

However, she did not expect that the news of Pei Qingcheng returning to Ye Wen's side a few days ago would spread like wildfire. Finally, Madam Ye could not hold herself back any longer and came over.

"Chen Chen, I need to talk to you." Madam Ye took a deep breath. She also knew that her son's temper couldn't be forced into a head-on battle.

"Ding Han." Ye Wen said indifferently.

"Master." Ding Han, who was standing at the entrance, did not dare to approach him. "Here he is."

"Make a pot of tea and have a chat with Madam. I'll be right down."

As he spoke, Ye Wen carried Pei Qingcheng into the elevator, and the elevator doors closed, allowing them to ascend slowly.

Ding Han walked over with a smile, "Madam, please take a seat!"

"The reason why you guys kept blocking our way is because of Pei Qingcheng, right?" The Madam stared at the elevator as it slowly ascended, and retracted her gaze helplessly, "Ding Han, how dare you! You still refuse to report such a huge matter to me?"

"I will peel off my skin, but you won't. You can't bear to part with it." Ding Han smiled mischievously as he handed the teapot over by Housekeeper Hu and poured a cup of tea for his wife, "Please try it, it's a top grade Da Hong Pao. It's delicious!"

Upstairs in the sleepy bedroom.

Ye Wen carried Pei Qingcheng to the bedside and bent down to gently place her on the bed. He then pulled up the blanket and lightly brushed away the strands of hair that were resting on her eyes, and stared at the girl for a long time.

Her sleeping face was serene. She had slept beside him for the past few days, and every night she slept exceptionally well.

Reluctantly, she curled her fingers around her soft cheeks, turned off the lamp, and walked out of the room.

Downstairs, Madam Ye's face was frosted over. Ding Han had told him a few jokes with all his might. In the past, Madam Ye should have laughed, but today, she was unmoved.

When he saw that Nightingale had come down, he was finally relieved. He waved at her, indicating for her to leave.

Ding Han and Butler Hu disappeared immediately. They didn't want to be involved in the war between the mother and son.

Nightingale sat down across from Madam Ye and took a sip from a cup of tea on the tea table.

Before Madame Ye could speak, Nightingale already knew what she was going to say.

After slowly tasting the tea, he turned to the main topic at hand. "It's not a big news that my wife is living in her own home. If you have any questions next time, come and ask me directly. No need to spread the news."

"Alright." It's a son's style, yes.

"Then let me ask you, did you come up with twenty-nine billion to save the Pei family?"

"Something that can be solved with money, is the least likely to happen." Nightingale took another sip of her tea, causing the light green tea leaves to float in the transparent crystal cup.

Originally, the tea leaves should be soaked in bone china cups to have a feeling, but Ye Wen just didn't like the conventional things.

"With so much money, we can already build a small country!"

Traces of laughter could be seen in her tired and indifferent eyes. "Mom likes to be a queen too? Now I can also buy you a small African country and have you become a queen. "

It was rare for her son to make a joke out of it, so it was only right for her to laugh, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't do it.

She placed the teacup on the tea table, neither light nor heavy, "Chen Chen, that Pei Qingcheng returned to your side because of the Pei family, not because she loves you."

"I know." To put it simply, he didn't care at all.

When Madam Ye saw Ye Xiu's tired attitude, she did not get angry, but instead enjoyed it a lot. She felt even more unhappy and said, "That woman will never fall in love with you! Because in her heart, you killed her fiance! "

"I know." It was still the same sentence.

Madam Ye could not stand it any longer. She stood up abruptly and looked at her son's indifferent face. "Did you forget that she almost took your life three years ago?"

"Even if she wants my life now, I can give it to her." The steam from the tea lingered around the tip of his nose as water vapour rose. It made his eyes look like a moth to a flame.

"A few days!" Madam Ye was so angry that she almost fell. She put down her cup and stood up. "Ding Han, send Madam back."

After saying that, she turned around and looked at his back. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Do you really not want to say one more word to your mother?"

"Why keep talking when you know there's going to be an argument?" Ye Wen climbed the stairs without turning around. "It's your birthday the day after tomorrow. I'll be there on time with my wife."

In other words, if she did not acknowledge Pei Qingcheng, Ye Wen would not even be participating in her birthday ceremony?

If not for Ding Han's timely support, she would have fallen down to the sofa.

"In his heart, am I not as good as that woman?" Madam Ye looked at Ding Han with a pale face.

"You are my mother, and my wife is my lover. There is no conflict." Ding Han supported Madam Ye as he whispered.

"He treated me like that and chased me away before I even sat down for five minutes?"

"I know you guys will fight in the end, why are you so angry?" Ding Han kindly advised, "The both of you hold a heavy weight in this grandpa's heart. It's just that you're surrounded by love. Many people love you, but only we, the grandma, love her."

Madam Ye stood up and walked out, glancing at Ding Han.

"With that mouth of yours, if you ever had a girlfriend in the future, wouldn't you scare me to death?"

"What are you talking about?" Ding Han laughed, "Girlfriends are used for pain, and you are used for respect. You are the eternal moonlight in our hearts, shining on us from the horizon."

With Ding Han's words, Madam Ye followed him out of the mansion after the fire had died down halfway.

Turning her head to look at the elegant interior of the mansion, she sighed softly.

If he knew, he would just stop. Of course, Madam Ye also knew.

When she quarreled with her son, she did not have the upper hand.

Ding Han escorted his wife back to the mansion.

As expected, Nightingale was sitting on the sofa in the hall with a cigar between her fingers.

I don't smoke, but whenever my heart is bored I always light a cigar. Occasionally, I smell the smoke, which makes my mind much clearer.

"Master, the Madam has left."

"Yes." He knew that his mother would come sooner or later. With the Pei household being such a big affair, even if Ye Wen kept quiet about it, there would only be one person who could fill the gap with the Pei household.

"Master, madam, she …?" Ding Han looked upstairs worriedly.

"She's asleep." When Pei Qingcheng was mentioned, these three words sounded extremely gentle. After a moment of silence, he said, "For the next few days, send two people to guard my wife well. Don't follow too closely and don't make her feel uncomfortable."

"Yes." Ding Han carefully observed his master's expression, "Are you afraid that Madam will cause trouble for Pei Qingcheng?"

"My mom's position is even higher, so be careful." It's not like he didn't know that his mother didn't like Pei Qingcheng.

Which mother would like a woman who had hurt her son and almost killed him?

Finished speaking, Ye Wen waved his hand towards Ding Han, "Go!"

"Sigh, rest early as well." Ding Han bowed and glanced at the dining room. The unfinished meal was still on the table, "I will have someone clean the dining table."

"Don't throw the rest away, leave it in the fridge." Ye Wen said wearily.

I have never eaten leftovers, and I would be reluctant to throw away any of the dishes made by this wife.

Ding Han replied, "Yes."

With that, Nightingale stood up and pressed the cigar in her hand into the ashtray.

In the moment that Ye Wen stretched out his arm and the shirt was pulled back onto his arm, Ding Han could see the red specks on Ye Wen's arm.

Ding Han exclaimed, "Master, are you allergic to something?"

Nightingale quickly retracted her hand and said indifferently, "Don't make such a fuss."

"You're allergic to seafood!" Only then did Ding Han remember that he said he liked seafood in order to satisfy his wife's taste.

I have been a vegetarian for a long time. Originally, I was not allergic to seafood. Perhaps I lost a lot of blood after the serious injury last time. The blood in my body was almost completely replaced. Then I became allergic to seafood.

"Get me some medicine." Ye Wen walked up the stairs.

"Good, good, good." Ding Han responded and hurriedly told Butler Hu, "Quickly find some medicine and ointment to treat your allergies."

As night fell, Pei Qingcheng slept peacefully.

Ye Wen sat on the imperial bed beside the bed and stared at her.

He was allergic, and his body was covered in red lumps. He didn't dare to touch her, afraid that he would infect her.

Even if he was covered in red lumps, he was still willing.

This was the first time that Pei Qingcheng cooked food for him.

He still remembered that back in school, Yin Ha had gotten sick. Pei Qingcheng had given him a small bowl of sweet and sour pears, and she had personally stewed them herself.

In fact, Yinha does not like to eat pears, that cup of sweet and sweet pear just left there to let it break.

If it was Ye Xiu who was tired, even if he did not like it, he would still drink every single drop of it, even if he would have diarrhea from a single bite.

This was because when it passed by Pei Qingcheng, it was akin to a treasure to him.