amaotonovel Chapter 477 My mind was disturbed by his aura
Chapter 477 My mind was disturbed by his aura
Chapter 477 His Aura Disturbed My Mind
He really missed her. He would be willing to be scolded by her for the rest of his life if she could come back.
With gentleness...
Yan Ye smiled faintly, reached for his phone, and answered, "Hello."
Upon hearing the deep male voice from the phone, Yue Yirou immediately said, "Mr. Yan, Xiaochen is just a child who is not even three years old. Even if he is disobedient and makes a mistake, you shouldn't hit him. Stop hitting Xiaochen. He is just a child, and he is also your own flesh and blood. Don't you feel any pain at all when you hit him so hard?"
A familiar and warm voice came from the phone. As Yan Ye listened, the smile on his lips deepened, and his starry eyes grew redder and redder, gradually becoming tinged with tears.
Yi Rou, it really is his Yi Rou, she is still alive, his Yi Rou is really still alive...
"It hurts, of course it hurts..." His voice was low and choked with sobs.
Yue Yirou was very agitated and angry, so she didn't notice the slight sob in his voice. When she heard him say he felt sorry for him, she became even angrier: "Feel sorry for him? You feel sorry for him, yet you hit him all the time? You feel sorry for him, yet you hit him so hard? Do you know how much pain Xiaochen is in?"
Yan Ye didn't speak again, but listened quietly, his starry eyes becoming increasingly moist.
Yi Rou, do you know how much I miss you? Do you know how I've been getting through these past two years?
“Mr. Yan, you are abusing a child. Please stop hitting Xiaochen. I’m on my way there. If I see that Xiaochen’s bottom is really bruised and battered, I will call the police.”
Yue Yirou angrily berated Yan Ye before hanging up the phone.
More than ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Sunshine Hotel.
Yue Yirou angrily arrived at the door of the presidential suite where Yan Ye and Xiao Chen were staying. She raised her hand to knock on the door, but to her surprise, the door was only slightly ajar. As soon as she touched the door, it opened. Without thinking much, Yue Yirou pushed the door open and barged in.
"Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen..."
"Xiao Chen and A Cheng went to play next door."
A deep, magnetic voice came from behind her. Yue Yirou turned around and saw a tall, handsome man standing by the door. She immediately caught her breath.
This face looks just like Xiao Chen's; it's so beautiful and familiar.
Yue Yirou stared blankly at the man in front of her, momentarily forgetting the purpose of her visit.
After Yan Ye gently closed the door, he gazed at Yue Yirou and took steps toward her.
It wasn't until Yan Ye walked up to her and a refreshing, pleasant minty scent filled her nostrils that Yue Yirou came to her senses. She blinked and stammered, "You...you're Xiao Chen's father?"
Yan Ye gazed at her, suppressing the urge to pull her into his arms, and parted his thin lips slightly: "Yes, I am Xiao Chen's father. I am your husband, your lover."
He was too close; his scent was so familiar, it disturbed her peace of mind.
Yue Yirou took a few steps back, remembering the purpose of her visit, and immediately said angrily, "What did you do to Xiaochen? Even if you are his father, you can't just hit him like that! Do you know how much harm your violence will cause him? The child is so young, what if you hurt or maim him? Did you think about the consequences when you hit the child?"
“I’ve only hit him once, last night, because he was disobedient and ran around in the movie theater. I hit him then. Other than that, I haven’t hit him.”
"..." You only hit him once?
"After hitting him, I felt extremely regretful. If I had known why he was running around, I would never have hit him."
Yue Yirou blinked at him and asked, "Then... then what Xiaochen said on the phone just now... was it all a lie?"
"I told him to say that, and I also told him to call you."
"...Why?" Yue Yirou looked at him in astonishment. Why would he let Xiao Chen call and lie to her?
"Because..." Because I want to see you.
Yan Ye longed to hold her and tell her how much he missed her, but he couldn't; it would frighten her. He couldn't treat her in the same extreme way as before.
He had finally found her and didn't want to scare her or force her to do anything she didn't want to do. He just wanted to be gentle with her and cherish her.
Yan Ye paused for a moment and then said, "Because I tasted the dishes you made and recognized the familiar flavors."
A familiar taste? He was only eating her cooking for the first time; how could it be familiar?
Yue Yirou looked at Yan Ye with a puzzled expression.
“My wife used to cook for me all the time. The dishes you make taste just like the ones my wife makes.”
Yue Yirou was taken aback. What did he mean by that?
"So, I wanted to see you. You told Xiaochen you would come this afternoon, but half the afternoon has passed and you still haven't arrived, so I came up with this idea."
At this moment, Yue Yirou was no longer interested in what methods he had used or why he had tricked her into coming; she only wanted to know what he was thinking.
"So, now that you see me, what do you think..."
"I think you are, you could be Xiaochen's mother, my beloved wife."
"..." Yue Yirou was stunned. "No, that can't be, right?"
That is.
Yan Ye took another step closer to Yue Yirou, his gaze growing increasingly affectionate and ardent.
The refreshing scent of mint wafted over, causing Yue Yirou's heart to flutter, and she retreated somewhat flusteredly.
"Don't get excited. It's just a possibility. There are many people in this world who look alike, and even more who cook food that tastes similar."
Yan Ye stopped in his tracks and sighed, "Yes, that's why I don't dare to hug you or kiss you."
Yue Yirou: "..." Does he mean that if she were his wife, he would immediately pounce on her?
A hint of wariness appeared in Yue Yirou's eyes.
"May I ask how you should address me, Miss?" Yan Ye suppressed the urge to pounce on her and asked gently and politely.
"My name is Shui Rou."
“Shui Rou…” Yan Ye murmured, then said, “My wife is named Yi Rou. You and my wife not only look alike, but also have similar voices, similar breaths, similar tastes in the food you cook, and even similar names.”
"..." Do she and his wife really have that many similarities?
At this moment, Yue Yirou was in a state of utter confusion. Could she really be his wife?
No... no, she's still single. She doesn't remember anything. She hopes she's still single.
"Miss Shui Rou, would you be interested in hearing about my wife?"
"I..." Yue Yirou had an urge to run away, but the doubts in her heart...
Yan Ye could tell she wanted to escape, and said sadly, "My wife disappeared two years ago."
"How did she disappear?" Yue Yirou blurted out, staring intently at Yan Ye, her heart pounding wildly.
Yan Ye slightly raised the corners of his lips and pointed to the sofa beside him: "If Miss Shui Rou is interested, shall we sit down and talk?"
After hesitating for a moment, Yue Yirou walked over and sat down on the sofa.