The Song family is evil, but Song Shuhao is the only child of the Song family, and he doesn't want their family to have no offspring.

After Ye Qianmo left, he went to see Song Shuhao again.

Song Shuhao's condition was not as good as Xiao Xiaoli's. He was a spoiled young master. In addition, there were always people making things difficult for him in prison, and his face was bruised and bruised.

"Brother-in-law, you're here? I know I was wrong, can you let me go?" Song Shuhao no longer had any pride and almost knelt down to Ye Qianmo.

He thought that he dared to touch Xia Youxin and almost raped her twice, and his softened heart couldn't help but harden again.

He stared at him coldly for a while, and left without saying a word.

"Ye Qianmo, listen, if you don't let me go, I won't let you go even if I die!" Seeing that there was no hope, Song Shuhao shouted at Ye Qianmo's back.

Ye Qianmo just curled his lips contemptuously, thinking, you can't be a threat to me while alive, how can you be dead?

The more this happens, the less I will let you go.

Ye Qianmo went to Fu's. After two meetings, he checked the time. It was still early to pick up Xia Youxin from get off work, so he took care of some more work.

Princess Yahui returned to Fanlai in the afternoon and went straight to her aunt's room.

Her aunt was indeed very ill. She kept her eyes closed and kept muttering: "My son, my son, Yaji, my son."

Princess Yahui had never heard that her aunt had a son, so she asked her father: "Why does my aunt keep talking about her son? Does she have a son?"

At this time, her uncle was also in the room. When her father didn't speak, she looked at her uncle again.

Her uncle looked so much like Ye Qianmo's younger brother that she was still in a daze.

If her aunt hadn't been too ill, she would have definitely asked him if he had any illegitimate children outside.

Princess Yahui's father, the king of Fanlai Kingdom, sighed and said in a low voice: "Your aunt has a son named Yaji. People call him Prince Yaji, but it's a pity..."

"Lost?" Princess Yahui blurted out the words.

But her uncle shook his head and said, "No, the child is dead."

No wonder she hasn't heard of it. It seems that her family avoids it.

She didn't know why, but she suddenly had a very strange idea in her mind, thinking that the person she met might be the Prince Yaji they called her.

"Are you sure he's dead?" she asked again, at which time her father frowned and seemed unhappy with her indifferent question.

"Why do you ask that? Your aunt and uncle are very sad about this matter. Stop talking about it!" the king scolded.

Princess Yahui's uncle, on the other hand, waved his hand and said softly: "It doesn't matter. It's been so many years since it happened, and I'm not very sad anymore. The main thing is that she still misses her. Alas, that child's fate with us is too short."

As soon as Princess Yahui's uncle said this, her aunt woke up and shouted in panic: "My son, Yaji, where is Yaji?"

"Dear, didn't Yaji pass away from a fever? Have you forgotten again? We buried him with our own hands." Princess Yahui's uncle hugged her aunt and comforted her gently.

It turned out that their child was really dead, not lost.

Princess Yahui saw her uncle caring so much for her aunt, and felt that he didn't seem like a man who would have an affair and have an illegitimate child.

What's more, she grew up beside her aunt and uncle. She knows very well how loving they are.

Ye Qianmo's younger brother should be Ye Qianmo's younger brother. The resemblance is probably just a coincidence.

…

After getting off work, Ye Qianmo took Xia Youxin back to the villa. After the two had dinner, they went back to the room together.

Xia Youxin took some work home, rested for a while after dinner, and then went to the study to get busy.

Ye Qianmo took advantage of this moment to go upstairs to meet Song Wanting and Mrs. Song.

As soon as he entered the door, Song Wanting became extremely nervous. She pretended to be calm and secretly observed his words and expressions.
Chapter completed!