The police maintained order as tourists shuttled back and forth. People were immersed in the extraordinary excitement tonight. The laughter continued and the crowds gathered more and more. The police were struggling.

"Master, there are too many people in front of us and the car can't pass." The driver wiped his sweat and said.

Just as the fireworks started again, Derek's eyes flashed with the sight of fireworks rising into the sky. He glanced at the side face of the woman next to him and said, "Stop."

The driver parked the car in a relatively less crowded place, got out of the car, took out the wheelchair from the back seat of the car, then went around to the door and took Derek out.

Someone protested behind him and the crowd surged, urging the Bentley to drive away quickly. The driver said to Ding Yiyi: "Please take care of the young master. I will come back as soon as I park the car."

Ding Yiyi stood behind Derek, her eyes no longer showing the excitement when she was dazzled. She looked at the back of the man's head quietly and took a step back gently.

Then, the pace gradually increased and people came forward. She turned around silently and got into the crowd, but Derek didn't seem to notice and just sat in the wheelchair and stayed where he was.

Ding Yiyi lowered her head and walked through the crowd. She walked out of the crowd. There happened to be a few stairs. She walked up to the stairs and could just see the crowd.

Derek was sitting in a wheelchair, one step shorter than ordinary pedestrians. Many people didn't see him and inevitably bumped into him. People complained and muttered as they walked past him.

He frowned and wanted to press the bell, but there were too many people and the wheelchair couldn't move at all. Several young people bumped into his wrist during the fight.

"Watch the road!" The young man also hit the handle of the wheelchair and screamed in pain.

Derek looked at the person in front of him coldly, his lips pursed tightly, but he didn't say a word.

"Really, disabled people should just stay at home!" The young man muttered and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute!" A loud female voice sounded, and a woman walked out of the crowd, "Don't you need to apologize if you bump into someone?"

The young man muttered a few words and then walked out of the crowd. Suddenly he disappeared. Ding Yiyi looked at the crowd angrily, "It's really bad."

"Let's go." Derek suddenly said, seemingly unaware that Ding Yiyi had left.

Ding Yiyi stood behind him, with frustration and unwillingness in her eyes. She pushed her wheelchair in the opposite direction of the crowd.

As we walked further back, the crowd became smaller and smaller. Ding Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief and stopped to take a rest, "Oh my god, why are there so many people today."

Derek's whole body tensed up, and suddenly he heard a quick cry from behind him. He turned around quickly and saw the woman dodging a toy centipede.

Ding Yiyi kicked the centipede away angrily, "Who is so heartless? It scares me to death. What do you think I'm doing?"

"Nothing." Derek retracted his gaze, turned his head and looked forward, with a pleasant smile on his thick lips.

Suddenly, Ding Yiyi walked towards a store on the side of the road, walking in such a hurry that she didn't even notice that she bumped into someone.

Did she decide to leave anyway? Derek stared at her slightly embarrassed back and prepared to press the button on the wheelchair.

His long and thin fingers stopped on the keyboard. When he saw her tears, he retracted his fingers. He silently changed another button, and the wheelchair drove in her direction.

"He's here, he's here, he's really here." Ding Yiyi cried with joy as she looked at a painting at the door of the store. The painting was by Hai Ziyu, and it had her crooked signature on it.

She turned around and pointed to the painting in the window, "He came to see me. I want to leave."

"Oh?" Derek raised his eyebrows, "Is he your husband?"
Chapter completed!