Chapter 1 Revealing true colors

Author: August Xining

Chapter 1 Revealing true colors

The weather was a little cool at night in March.

The cold wind that had not completely dissipated was causing some pain.

"Pa!" A crisp slap echoed throughout the villa.

Ye Mianmian was slapped by an external force and fell to the ground. Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears as she looked at the person in front of her in disbelief.

Today is the day of her father's funeral.

The guests had just dispersed, and Huang Yueyao, who was dressed in black, changed her previous attitude, showing her arrogant and domineering posture, folding her hands and looking coldly at the people on the ground.

"Ye Mianmian, your father is dead. This place does not belong to you. Get out of here right now!"

Standing beside her was her daughter Song Yan, who had come with her. Seeing Ye Mianmian fall to the ground, she stepped forward to give her a kick, and then walked towards Huang Yueyao with a big smile.

"Mom, Ye Mianmian is still as weak and bully as before!"

Song Yan had previously bullied Ye Mianmian behind her back, and Ye Mianmian went to Ye Zhiyuan to complain, but was called ignorant.

"Ye Mianmian, why are you so ignorant? My sister just came here, can't you let her go?!" Ye Zhiyuan said angrily.

At that time, she was ten years old, and her mother had just passed away. She only knew how to look for her father when something happened, hoping that he would support her, but she did not want to get scolded.

She saw with her own eyes that the two women standing by were hiding and enjoying themselves while she was being scolded.

The two of them were originally taken in by Ye Mianmian's mother kindly.

Unexpectedly, Huang Yueyao had bad thoughts towards her father and seduced him.

In an accident, Ye Mianmian's mother discovered the scandal between the two of them, and became so angry that she fell to the ground.

Ye Mianmian was still young at that time and didn't understand anything. Her mother was sick, so she took care of her in the ward every day, but her father rarely came.

But one day, Ye Mianmian's mother passed away suddenly, and everything was caught off guard.

The death of her mother left Ye Mianmian's position in the family in jeopardy.

Now, her father has also left.

Ye Mianmian's last protective umbrella was also lost.

The mother and daughter drove Ye Mianmian out in a hurry, without even giving her a thing.

Ye Mianmian looked at the place where she once lived. Now it didn't belong to her at all, and she felt a little disappointed.

She walked hesitantly on the street without any purpose.

She was kicked out of her home without a penny on her body.

Since dealing with her father's funeral, she hasn't even had a bite of hot rice. Now she is a little hungry.

Rumble.

The sky was not beautiful, thunder broke out, shaking the earth and piercing the dark night sky.

Immediately, it started pouring rain in the sky.

Ye Mianmian instantly felt a chill in her heart.

My body was wet, and I couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.

She walked desperately on the street, not trying to take shelter from the rain.

Her mother is gone, her father is gone, and even her home where she was born and raised is gone.

She huddled helplessly under the streetlight on the street corner and cried alone.

A black private car slowly stopped in front of Ye Mianmian.

After a while, a pair of black high heels came down.

Looking from a distance, it is a gorgeously dressed woman.

She came to Ye Mianmian's side and held an umbrella for her.

Ye Mianmian, who had not received any rain for a while, raised her head in surprise.

Wiping away the rainwater around her eyes, Ye Mianmian could see clearly who was coming.

Xu Zhiqing, my mother’s best friend.

Ye Mianmian had just seen her at her father's funeral.

Thinking of the embarrassment on his face now, Ye Mianmian wanted to run away.

Unexpectedly, the woman grabbed her.

With a delicate face, her brows furrowed slightly, "Mianmian! Why are you here?"

At the moment when she was comforted without any precautions, Ye Mianmian could no longer hold back and cried bitterly while hugging Xu Zhiqing.

"Aunt Zhiqing, I have no home! Wuwuwu..."

Xu Zhiqing didn't dislike Ye Mianmian's current appearance. She gently held her in her arms and stroked her back.

She didn't mind Ye Mianmian getting her expensive clothes wet at all.

Xu Zhiqing thought of the woman she saw at the funeral today, Huang Yueyao.

Thinking that Ye Mianmian is like this, it must be Huang Yueyao's doing.

Huang Yueyao rose to power by seducing Ye Mianmian's father, Ye Zhiyuan.

Now that Ye Zhiyuan is dead, the mother and daughter finally no longer have to pretend, showing their ugly true colors.

Her best friend was angered to death by the two of them, leaving Ye Mianmian to live a difficult life in the Ye family.

Xu Zhiqing asked Ye Mianmian to leave with her several times, but Ye Mianmian always said that it was her home and she could not leave.

Now, the kind-hearted Ye Mianmian was kicked out of the house by two vicious-hearted women, leaving her homeless.

Looking at the crying person in her arms, Xu Zhiqing said softly, "Auntie will take you home."

After a while, Ye Mianmian's crying voice gradually became quieter, and she was sobbing in Xu Zhiqing's arms.

The driver, Xiao Liu, opened the car door in a timely manner and helped Ye Mianmian get into the car.

After getting on the bus, Xu Zhiqing took out a clean towel from the back seat, carefully wiped off the water stains on Ye Mianmian's body, and brought some clean, slightly thicker clothes to put on Ye Mianmian to prevent colds.

"Madam, are we going back?"

"Well, go back."

As the black private car disappeared into the night...

Ye family villa.

"That little bitch should have left a long time ago, we have to wait until now!" Huang Yueyao spat in the direction Ye Mianmian left with a mean look on her face.

"Mom, now this place finally belongs to us two." Song Yan looked around the Ye family villa with joyful eyebrows.

Song Yan lay comfortably on the sofa and stretched out.

She has been thinking about this place for a long time.

Ever since she first came in, she had wanted to be the hostess here.

Now that Ye Zhiyuan is dead, they finally have their dream!

"By the way, Mom, it just so happened that the old man Ye Zhiyuan died. He left a lot of money, which is enough for us to spend in the future. Let's renovate this place!" Song Yan said while flipping through her mobile phone to find out what she had recently read.

Contact the architectural designer.

"Hey, Mom, I've been paying attention to this person for a long time. Can I invite her to come over and take a look when I have free time? It's hard to invite her!" Song Yan stared at Huang Yueyao with excitement on her face.

She wants to destroy all of Ye Mianmian's rooms and make the house look the way she likes, so that it will be comfortable to live in!

"Okay, okay, what are you kiddo worrying about? Quickly pack yourself up and go to bed. You have to study tomorrow!" Huang Yueyao looked at her child and shook her head helplessly.

Song Yan, who was rejected, snorted coquettishly, stood up from the sofa and stamped her feet.

But under Huang Yueyao's glare, she returned to the room in despair.

Song Yan had suffered a lot with him in the past. Whatever the mother and daughter had not enjoyed, they would have in the future!

Therefore, as long as Song Yan wants something, Huang Yueyao will do her best to satisfy her.
Chapter completed!