The queen's wife is too sultry

"Dean, I want to know where Ye Qi's grave is."

As soon as these words came out, the air suddenly froze.

Zhang Yuemei wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her expression returned to her indifference.

Ning Hongjing suddenly became at a loss. He was already in his fifties, like a child who was at a loss, nervously waiting for his elders to deal with him.

moment.

"No." Zhang Yuemei said ruthlessly.

This short and powerful words gave Ning Hongjing a blow to the head, he almost begged Zhang Yuemei and said:

"Dean, I beg you, I want to talk to Ye Qi."

"I'm here today for only this purpose. There are some things I want to say to her"

"You don't need to spend more time talking, I say no, it's no good."

Zhang Yuemei put away all the sentimentality she had shown just now, put on a cold face again and said:
"Even if you give all the shares to Zhenzhen, in my eyes, you still don't deserve to see her."

Ning Hongjing's expression froze, and he staggered back two steps. It was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart for a moment, and he couldn't breathe from the pain.

"Besides, Zhenzhen is Ye Qi's child. If you really want to know, you should ask Zhenzhen."

She threw away this sentence inhumanely, then picked up the needle and thread again, knitting as if no one was there, and ignored Ning Hongjing who was on the side.

Ning Hongjing was so sad that he left the ward in a daze.

Unexpectedly, the moment the door closed, Ye Zhen's figure appeared in front of him, and he was startled:
"Zhen Zhen."

Ye Zhen stood opposite him, staring at him coldly:
"I heard it all."

"you"

Ning Hongjing's complexion suddenly became complicated, "Sorry, I didn't mean to visit the dean without telling you."

"Whether you mean it or not, I don't want you to disturb grandma again."

Her cold eyes looked at him without any emotion:
"My mother's grave is in Anlan Cemetery. Although I don't want you to disturb her, she is gone. No matter how much you repent, she won't hear you anymore."

Ning Hongjing's breathing was stagnant, and his whole body seemed to be frozen by ice and snow.

After Ye Zhen finished speaking, she bypassed him and walked into the ward, closing the door ruthlessly.

Outside the door, only Ning Hongjing with a bitter face and Lin Mo standing quietly aside.

Inside the door, as soon as Zhang Yuemei saw Ye Zhen, she immediately smiled and waved to her:

"Come here, I knitted a scarf for you, see if you like it."

The scarf is tightly stitched, warm and comfortable, Ye Hao put it on and smiled slightly: "I like it, thank you grandma"

"That's good. There's still a short section left to finish. I'll finish it quickly before I leave the hospital."

"Grandma, let you be hospitalized to have a good rest. Why do you have to work hard for these things?"

Zhang Yuemei waved her hand and laughed at herself: "It's okay, isn't it the New Year's Eve soon? I don't know what you like. Now that I'm in poor health, I can't do anything, so I can only lie down and do some needlework."

Ye Zhen pursed her lips, looking at Zhang Yuemei's gray hair and those old hands, she felt guilty.

"Grandma, you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and I will take you back to the villa then."

After she finished speaking, she smiled faintly, "Jing Ting will come back from London to celebrate the New Year with us, and Ruan Jun will also come after the new year. The house should be very lively."

Zhang Yuemei was startled, then put down the needle and thread in her hand, caressed Ye Zhen's cheek with distressed eyes, "Zhen Zhen, does Jiang Jingting and Ruan Yun make you feel lively?"

Her expression suddenly became tense, "In the years when I didn't wake up, they should be with you every New Year's Eve."

Ye Zhen tried her best to restrain the soreness in her eyes, and forced a smile: "Of course."

"That's good." Zhang Yuemei breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "What about the Lu family?"

"You and Lu Qing. How are you doing?"

She tentatively asked, "Did he ever tell you to go back to Lu's house?"

Ye Zhen's hands froze, and she lowered her eyes and said: "He didn't, his mother has this idea."

"His mother?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Ye Zhen's eyes, and she said softly, "That's Mrs. Lu, she can be considered my grandmother."

She is still not used to calling Chu Fei grandma.

Zhang Yuemei sighed lightly, "Zhenzhen, tell me what you think."

"Grandma, do you want me to go back to Lu's house?"

"Lu Qing has been looking for you for several years. With this persistence, I believe that after you return to the Lu family, he will not treat you badly."

"Besides, I have another plan." Zhang Yuemei's expression became serious, and she said in a deep voice:

"Why does Qiao Jingxian despise you? Isn't it because of your ordinary background?"

"If you have the protection of the Lu family, will the Jiang family dare to despise you in the future?"

Ye Zhen was taken aback, "Grandma, that's what you are for."

She bit her lip, an indescribable bitterness welled up in her heart.

It's not that she doesn't remember how Qiao Jingxian said those words about being well-matched in front of her in an arrogant and contemptuous manner. It's not that she didn't feel humiliated, but she cared more about her mother's reputation than these.

But she didn't expect that Zhang Yuemei would lean towards the Lu family for this reason.
With the Lu family's prominence, Qiao Jingxian really couldn't find fault with her from birth, but
"Zhenzhen, although I think so, but in the end how to choose, you still have to follow your own heart, I don't want you to regret it."

"I know, grandma." Ye Zhen replied softly.

"But I'm not here today for this, I have something to ask you."

"What, you said."

Ye Zhen looked complicated, she was silent for a moment, then whispered:

"Grandma, do I have anything to do with Ning Hongjing?"

"What?" Zhang Yuemei didn't hear clearly.

Ye Zhen took a deep breath, looked directly at Zhang Yuemei, and said word by word: "Who is my biological father?"

"hiss--"

Zhang Yuemei was hit by the needle and let out a low cry.

Ye Zhen immediately held her hand, "Are you all right?"

Zhang Yuemei forced a smile, "It's okay."

"Your eyesight is bad, it's too dangerous, don't knit, this scarf is long enough, I wear it just right."

After Ye Zhen finished speaking, she suddenly realized something, she suddenly raised her head, and met Zhang Yuemei's slightly dodging eyes.

Her heart sank, and there was an answer ready to come out.