Standing here was of no use. He cast a deep look on Ding Yiyi for the last time, then turned around and strode away.

The weather was very bad on the day Ye Chuyun was buried. The dark clouds were so low that you could easily touch them with your hand. Thunder and lightning shuttled through the clouds, occasionally lighting up half of the sky.

The rain was very light, but it continued continuously all morning. It was so annoying that the rainwater entered the clothes and disappeared quickly. The clothes became heavy and hung behind them, giving them a sticky feeling unique to the rainy season.

The Ye family stood in the hall, uniformly dressed in black, as oppressive as the clouds outside the house and making people breathless.

The group headed by Fu Fengyi slowly walked out, and the coffin had already been put on the car. Ding Yiyi stood at the end of the crowd with her head lowered and moved with the crowd, but she heard Fu Fengyi's voice slowly ring out, "Wait a minute.

"

She signaled the servant who was supporting her to let go, and the crowd made way for her. Ding Yiyi, standing alone behind the crowd, was stabbed naked and became the focus of the audience.

"Ding Yiyi," her tone was stern. Xia Youxin couldn't stand it and wanted to step forward to liven up the atmosphere. Ye Qianmo held her back and he shook his head.

Standing in front of Ding Yiyi, with lightning and thunder outside the window and a solemn atmosphere in the room, she said slowly: "I don't allow you to attend my grandson's funeral."

"Grandma/Mom/Old Madam." Ye Chuqing and Xia Youxin, the top executives of the Ye family at the scene, who had just returned from abroad to attend Ye Chuyun's funeral, spoke at the same time.

Ding Yiyi glanced at her blankly at first, and then a despair rose in her eyes, "No, grandma, let me go, please let me go!"

"What qualifications do you have to send him away? When he had a heart disease, you missed the best time for treatment because you returned to China. He suffered from brain cancer. Once he was with you, he had frequent attacks. How could you still have the face to go?

Send it to him! Aren’t you afraid that the Ye family’s ancestors won’t let you go?”

A flash of purple lightning flashed across the mountaintop not far outside the window, illuminating half of the clouds. Ding Yiyi shivered and lowered her head without speaking.

"Grandma, please let Sister Yiyi go with you, okay? Brother Chuyun likes him so much, and he must also hope that Sister Yiyi can give him a ride."

Xia Youxin answered, "Yes, let her go, and let her stand far away for you to watch, okay?"

"Just let her go." Hai Qingqing silently turned her head aside.

Ye Bo looked at his young master, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, why didn't the young master speak for Ding Yiyi?

Fu Fengyi swept across the audience coldly, "Whoever pleads for her again today will get out of the Ye family."

"Sister Yiyi!"

Ye Chuqing screamed and tried to help Ding Yiyi, who was kneeling on the ground, but she refused to get up.

"Grandma, I beg you, I will leave after Chu Yun's funeral is arranged." She begged in a low voice, her voice was not loud, but it seemed particularly clear in the silent scene.

Xia Youxin couldn't bear to look away, and Ye Chuqing was also pulled by Hai Zhuoxuan. Ye Bo looked at the young master again. It was clear that the young master's face was full of anger and heartache, and his body was as stiff as a sculpture, but why was he still

Without saying a word? It was clear that Ye Chuyun passed away, and Ding Yiyi was definitely no less sad than anyone else present. Why should he be tortured like this?

Fu Fengyi pursed her lips and looked away, as if there was no room for discussion.

Ding Yiyi moved, her knees crawled on the marble floor, and she slowly crawled towards Fu Fengyi on her knees. Her voice was hoarse and terrible, "Grandma, just let me give her a ride."
Chapter completed!